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Post by Fateful on Oct 23, 2011 21:47:26 GMT -5
Soul debating telling her the truth, knowing that would just make things worse. "Maka... I don't know how this sorta stuff works for women, but it doesn't just go away. You know? My job in sex is to make sure that a baby happens, so if it went away, we'd be an extinct species." he mumbled, blushing slightly. It was embarrassing, but what the hell else could he do? Realistically? if she thought waiting around would fix this then she was very very wrong. Whatever... he could have been more explicit about it. He was decent and he knew that she'd appreciate that at the very least. So, he let out a sigh, ignoring her.
They were on the same soul wavelength about this. This was way, WAY too awkward for them. Yeah, they were friends and all, but god. Friends don't share erection stories! Especially not guy girl friends. Sighing, he blushed, stumbling when she made the offer for him to go. "M-Maka... That's not what I need." he mumbled, looking down at the road. "Look, lets just go back to the hotel... I don't want to make this more awkward by standing around. This is bad enough without you making me seem like some hypersexualized pervert. Come get on behind me." Ugh... Why did that sound suddenly dirty?
Liz wasn't sure what to do. The way Kid insisted on kissing her was awkward, at least for her. She knew that eh was all for symmetry, but it was hard to kiss him when her nose was pressing against the edge of his. Hands held her face, but they weren't oppressive. The feeling of his rings was warm on his face and she felt herself blushing. Leaning forward, her chest touched his and her hands came up to move his hands off her face. Once she'd kissed him back, she could feel him breath and she did the same. Parting her lips, she ran her teeth over his lips, starling him so she could tilt her head to the side, thereby having direct access to his lips. To balance his crazy, she tilted his head in the opposite direction so they were technically symmetrical to one another.
Slowly, she continue to kiss him, not caring about anything that had been bothering her before. If nothing else, she could play this off as she was teaching him how to kiss properly. Yeah! Yeah that was totally it, she was teaching him how to kiss!
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 24, 2011 19:24:29 GMT -5
Maka blushed a bright red, turning her head away quickly with a light squeak, her arms wrapping quickly around her knees. “O-Oh…” she replied, unsure of how she was really supposed to respond. She couldn’t say something stupid like: Oh hey, Soul…That’s really great. I guess I never knew that about the male genitalia before. Thanks, now I feel a bit more informed~! Pfft…Yeah right. She kicked at the grass near her feet, her face red and her entire body stiff and nervous. She couldn’t believe the conversation they were having right now. Either way, it wasn’t going to leave this highway. She knew they both felt that way.
She heaved a sigh and stood up, dusting the highway crumbs off of her butt. She straightened out her shorts and started to walk back to the bike, nodding. “O-Okay,” she replied, knowing it was best not to question anything anymore. Riding back was going to be awkward and she was blaming the sun on her continuous blush. It was a sunburn, she told herself, that was all. Only it wasn’t. She slid back onto the seat behind him, leaving a bit more space between them this time. Reaching down, she picked up the shark and placed him between the two of them. Instead of wrapping her arms around him entirely, she tangled her fingers into his shirt on either side of his waist, feeling that the other way would be much too uncomfortable right now. Why had she done something stupid to begin with? Only she could do something like this. “You are a pervert, but I thought that before…before um…this.” She returned her eyes to the road and focused on the cars as they raced by.
Kid was unaware of the time. He counted in his head. One, two, three – he should be letting go by now – , four, five – this wasn’t a good idea – , six, seven, eight…Even after he’d counted up to his favorite number – and had told himself that was when he would stop – he didn’t show any signs of letting up. The perfect kiss was to last eight seconds. That was what he had always believed and it was something he would institute whenever he kissed someone. It was important. It was crucial to him. But for some reason, after he counted – not once or twice, but three times – up to eight, he still hadn’t let go of her. Why was she so intoxicating? As a shinigami, Kid was capable of easily holding down more alcohol than any known human ever could. So why did he suddenly feel drunk? And how did he know what drunk felt like? He’d never been in such a state. It was odd. His lips were inexperienced and clumsy, and he really should have been embarrassed doing this, but he pressed on. Then…something traced his lower lip and suddenly, he felt teeth sink down into it. He found himself gasping lightly as he realized that she’d bitten him. H-How was he supposed to react to that? His mouth opened on its own – having gasped earlier. His head tilted on its own and he didn’t even know if it was symmetrical or not but currently, he was focused on what she was going to do next. He leaned in a bit further, his nose brushing against hers lightly as he let his lips clash with hers again.
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Post by Fateful on Nov 5, 2011 21:53:26 GMT -5
Soul looked away, wondering if he should go out into the woods for some personal time. But he knew it would make Maka uncomfortable. Sure, he did this sort of thing, more than once a week. He wasn't a pervert though. It's not like he rubbed one out when she was listening to him. Most of the time, he made sure she wasn't even fucking home. There were some things you didn't want an audience for. Nor do you want your roommate or family home for that sorta thing.
And, in the woods he had no lube or lotion. And there was no way his jeans would be clean, and he wasn't going into the hotel with jizz all over his pants. That would be like admitting something horrible happened. There had to be a way for him to get over this. He started to think of things that would kill an erection: grammy's in lingerie, dead animals, dead children, anything really. When she got on the bike behind him, he started it up and looked out into the traffic, worried that she wouldn't hold him properly. His boner put her life in danger.
Oh... the fucking irony.
"I'm not that much of a pervert Maka..." He said, sighing softly as he started to drive again. Then, he had the image of Maka laying on the ground, bleeding, dying. Suddenly, his rather tight problem almost went away completely. D-Damn... he was a messed up son of a bitch...
Liz wasn't sure what to do, or how to react to the kiss. She could feel his movements, suddenly very aware of his hand on her cheek, the surprisingly warm steel of his ring on her skin. His other hand wasn't symmetrically placed, instead it was between them. But she wasn't sure why she was still kissing him. She needed to stop. Someone was going to see them. Someone was going to catch them making out; she just knew it. But she didn't give a flying fuck; she really didn't. All she wanted to do was kiss him, for one reason or another, she just wanted to kiss him, to make out with him.
After she'd bitten him, she moved up, shifting her legs, but didn't climb into his lap as she intended to. No! Bad! No climbing in his lap to make this whole thing easier. His mouth opened in surprise and her mouth opened as well, kissing him, feeling his breath mix with her as the two regained the ability to breath out of their mouths. Somehow open mouthed kissing was easier then normal kissing and it was more of what she wanted. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers just slightly tangling in his hair, pulling his black locks, the skulls on her nails feeling more justified now then they had when she painted them.
But she found herself moving closer to him. And he, in turn, was trying to get closer to her. Her legs opened and she sat on his lap, her chest leaning against him, effortlessly pressed against his body.
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Post by belated valentine on Nov 7, 2011 16:34:59 GMT -5
Maka had managed to dig her phone out of the compartment before they returned to the bike (she didn’t want to replay what had just happened) and began messing around with it, trying to act casual and as if this whole ordeal hadn’t messed with her in the least. Then again, it wasn’t like it was her problem – granted, she might have something to do with it. “Yeah, but you still are one,” she replied, sifting through the various messages from her father in case there was something that was actually important in there. Mainly, she was trying to entertain herself so that they didn’t have to make small talk, because clearly it wasn’t working out.
She sighed. So great. Now things were even more awkward. She frowned and lifted herself off the bike just enough so that she could shove the phone into her back pocket. Settling back onto the seat, she went back to watching the scenery – as interesting as ‘tree, tree, tree, bush, tree’ got. To be honest, she just wanted to hurry and get back to the hotel. At least she would be with the girls for the rest of the day, so there wouldn’t be any weird guy junk, literally. This day had started off weird and it didn’t seem like it would get any better. Not to mention she was tired and the lack of scenery made her drowsy, but she knew it woudn’t be a good idea to fall asleep on the bike.
“You uh…doing alright?” she asked over his shoulder.
Kid leaned in a bit further. He was aware of how easily someone could walk into the room and see what they were doing – then again he was pretty sure Black Star had already seen it considering he’d been the one to throw the ball and make him kiss her in the first place. However, he didn’t really care for some reason. As Patty had stated earlier, there had already apparently been enough evidence of his liking toward her that he probably didn’t need to cover it up any further anyway. That and this just felt completely blissful.
And he was pretty sure he was kissing her symmetrically, which only worked to boost his pride. His hand skimmed her face as his lips explored hers. Such acts weren’t something he partook in, and therefore, he was rather inexperienced. Especially when it came to open mouth kissing, which he only hoped he was doing right. He leaned in further, feeling her move onto his lap. Suddenly his hand dropped from her face and he left it on her waist, though he wasn’t sure where to go from there, so he left them there awkwardly. His face leaned in closer to hers and he tilted his head a bit, angling his mouth so that he had easier access to hers.
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Post by Fateful on Nov 7, 2011 17:46:50 GMT -5
Now that Soul had a potential solution for his problem: he was exploiting it. Dead bleeding Maka corpses were lining the highways and he was running them over, watching the blood spray out. With each dead meister he ran over, the blood he sprayed from her body took the blood out of his other rather uncomfortable problem. And he hated himself for it. He hated thinking of her bleeding and broken, injured and needing him help when all he could do was partially transform and cut her. It made him sick to think about, but the sickness is what quelled his arousal.
He was starting to feel better when Maka finally spoke to him and he let out a sigh. "Yeah, I'm fine. I sorta feel better." he mumbled. He'd told her that this wasn't something that would go away on it's own. Apparently it took intense visualization for him to get over this. And it was stupid, considering that the way to get rid of what she caused was also through using her. Her mutilated body.
He was going to have nightmares about hurting Maka... He could feel it. And he wasn't sure if the churning of his stomach was his desire to vomit or fear that he could have them.
"Don't worry. I won't crash or anything." he took one of the exits onto the next highway that would help them to get where they were going. The shitty part about motorcycles was that it was much harder to have a GPS.
Liz knew that Kid was nervous. And she had no idea how she knew that. She just knew it, maybe it was because she was touching him? When she was looking at him, he always looked confident and proper. But when they were resonating, she knew so much more about him. After all this time, the same was true when they were touching, and this was one of the only times they were touching outside of battle. sure, they touched once in a while, but she was never in his lap, hands on his face and in his hand, making out with him.
But she didn't want to stop kissing him. And she couldn't find a reason to separate from him. She could breath just fine, he wasn't hurting her, and he didn't seem to have a problem keeping up his end of the deal. Despite being nervous and knew to this whole thing (oh yeah, she knew), he wasn't doing a bad job of it. His lips were reluctant at first, but he quickly caught up, borrowing and learning from her experience. Most of this was just about what FELT good. That was the major guiding principle, and she wouldn't care even if he did make a mistake. It wasn't like she was judging him. Well... so she was judging him, but only a little bit.
W-Wait... What? She couldn't... he was Kid! He was a kid compared to her... he was... a shinigami! A rich... sweet, thoughtful---
Her eyes clenched as a pain flared in her chest and she pulled away from the kiss. Blue eyes fluttered open, her hands closing around his shirt. A breathless exhale escaped her, because... she had no idea what to say to him.
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Post by belated valentine on Nov 7, 2011 21:55:04 GMT -5
Maka felt weird sitting behind him. There was something dark leaking through the link that made her shiver. Suddenly, she felt cold – she blamed it on the fact that they were speeding down the highway and she didn’t have on sleeves. She knew the feelings were coming from Soul, but to be honest, she was a bit afraid to ask what it was about so she stayed quiet, watching him from a distance. “Ah…Okay,” she replied slowly, staring down at her lap.
Well, things were awkward again. She hated this. If she wasn’t sitting on a piece of metal that was flying seventy miles down a strip of cement, she might’ve run away. She never thought she’d feel this uncomfortable around Soul before. It was almost never this way. They were always so at ease with each other. She sighed. Guess it was expected since hormones were loose now. But even their puberty stages hadn’t been this bad. Of course, back then she hadn’t exactly figured out why he’d spent more time in the shower and lounged in his room for a few minutes after waking up. “So um…how much longer do we have exactly?” she asked, playing with the shark’s tail.
Kid was nervous beyond belief, but he didn’t want to stop. It felt amazing and unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. But he also didn’t want to talk afterward. What was he supposed to say when they stopped? I’m sorry? It wasn’t like it was an accident anymore. At least, the second time hadn’t been. He was just about to push forward a bit more when she suddenly pulled back and he lost contact with her lips completely. His eyes slid open and he looked at her, golden eyes curious and wide. He quickly regained his composure and leaned back a bit, rubbing the back of his neck.
He coughed and looked away, fixing his hair. Then he dropped his attention to his rings, trying to pretend as if they were the most important thing in the world, fixing them so that they were symmetrical. “So uh,” he started, clearing his throat. To be honest, he had no idea what to say and he couldn’t even think of anything that would work in this situation. Usually, he was smooth and eloquent, but she made it so damn hard to be that way. What was he supposed to say right now?
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Post by Fateful on Nov 25, 2011 0:32:21 GMT -5
The drive was getting easier. Once Soul got over his morbid strip, he was starting to feel better. He leaned back a little, straightening his back instead of hunching forward. An uncomfortable feeling was coming from Maka and he was sure that she felt some of his thoughts. For a minute, he freaked out, then realized they weren't resonated. Great... He sighed and kept driving.
Well, this couldn't get any more awkward, now could it? Well, that was a lie. It probably could, so he just tried to ignore it and get back to the hotel faster. he sped up, driving much faster then legally allowed, just above 85. "It shouldn't take too long. Maybe another hour or so." he answered, not wanting to cause any drama between them. He just wanted to get back to the hotel. He could do something with the guys and she could bad mouth him in front of the girls cause he got hard. Oh yeah... he was so looking forward to everyone else knowing about what happened between them.
Liz was still seated (quite comfortably) in Kid's lap. She bit her lip, realizing that in some strange way, she swore that it tasted like him. Her cheeks were flushed and she wasn't sure what to think, or how to act. They were just, staring at one another awkwardly, wishing that this kiss had never been broken. This was too... wow... how could she deal with this? What the hell was she going to say? I'm sorry? That was total bullshit. He was her meister. She lived with him. She was OLDER then him! How the hell was she going to explain this to him? To Patti? To Shinigami-sama?! She made out with her meister for no other reason then because she... Sighing, she closed her eyes and her hands left where they were holding Kid's shirt and rested them on his shoulder.
"So..." She mumbled, looking at him. Seeing the concentration in his eyes, and the awkwardness he felt, she just started to laugh. What the hell? She had no idea why she was laughing, but she was, and it was stupid. It was completely stupid and she knew it would hurt him, but she was laughing. "I-I'm surprised..." She finally managed. "that you managed to make it eight symmetrical eights." She stated, knowing that it was a lie. They kissed much longer then that, but she didn't care. She honestly didn't care. They both needed a reason, and symmetry was the reason.
"I hadn't realized we didn't kiss symmetrically." She told him honestly. She didn't apologize and fought the desire to apologize to him. That would just make them both feel shitty about themselves. slowly, she slid off the edge of his legs and stood up in front of him, offering her hands so he could take them both (symmetrically) and stand up.
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Post by belated valentine on Jan 10, 2012 21:42:51 GMT -5
Finally, after what seemed like years and years of awkward, physical contact on a motorcycle, Soul and Maka had managed to make it back to the hotel in one piece. As soon as they had arrived, she pulled herself up and off of the bike, stretching out her legs and listening to the various pops and cracks that her joints made. She held the large, shark toy in one arm and yawned, padding off toward the hotel building. Once inside, she headed straight to the elevator, waiting for him before she stepped inside. After they both securely inside, she wasted no time hitting the button for their floor, which was at the very top. The elevator dragged on, but finally, reached their destination.
Once off, she headed to the door, digging in her pocket until she pulled out a thin card, which she slid into the hotel room. Maka glanced back, blinking, before she remembered that they were in split rooms. Oh, that was probably why he wasn’t following her. She was used to coming home with him and going into the same apartment, so that might’ve been why. After entering, she chucked the toy shark onto the couch and collapsed beside it, feet danging off the arm rest of the couch. She let out a content sigh. It felt nice to be back. The concert had been great, but able to finally lay down felt even more great.
Kid stared at his sandwich as he continued to layer it, a mayonnaise coated butter knife in each hand. He sighed, placed the knives down, and rearranged the lettuce again. Then he squinted, eyeing it. He shook his head, moved the thin, deli slice of turkey to the right a tad, which in turn, offseted the lettuce again, and irritated him as he once more tried to arrange it in a more aesthetically pleasing way. Once both pieces of sandwich material were aligned, he picked up the knives again, lightly lathering on the mayonnaise in the shape of an eight.
However, it didn’t come out perfectly and he ended up smearing it. With a grunt of frustration, he threw away the dirtied side of the bread and started over again. Once he’d finally created a sandwich worthy of praise, he cleaned up the area and wandered back to the living room, glancing up when he noticed a head of white hair walk in. “Oh, welcome back,” he greeted casually, taking a seat on one of the couches, prepared with a fork and knife and a wineglass of sparkling peach juice.
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Post by Fateful on Jan 10, 2012 22:16:17 GMT -5
God, it took forever to get back to the hotel. Soul pulled into the garage for quests and parked his motorcycle next to the Hummer. He took off his goggles and his helmet and put them on the bike. Maka was already moving away and Soul stretched, cracking his sore back, as he stuffed his keys into the pocket of his jacket and started to walk with her toward the elevator. Once inside, Maka took care of the controls and he leaned against the side, watching the blonde girl. This... was awkward.
Honestly, he had no idea what to say to Maka. They'd been silent most of the ride back. So... what the hell should he say? They made it up to their floor and he headed toward their room, pulling out his room key and heading inside. He heard someone in the kitchen. He saw Kidd and was surprised. "Hey, thanks." he stated, smiling at him. Then, he chuckled, seeing the fork and knife. "Why don't you just eat it with your hands? It's a sandwich not a banquet meal." He teased, wondering where Black Star was. "Sorry we stayed out all night, but Maka texted Liz where we were, so I figured we'd be fine."
"Maka!" Liz greeted, leaning over the couch, smiling down at the young meister. Her long hair trailed over her shoulder. "Are you too tired to go out?" She asked, seeing how exhausted she looked. "Come on, we need to get some shopping done now that you're here! I want to get out of the hotel for a few hours..." She mumbled, face slightly pink. She didn't want to admit why she wanted to leave, but she just wanted to be away from Kid for a few hours. Oh god... where they even going to go dinner tonight, considering what happened?
Patty ran out of the bathroom, bubbly, as usual, and hugged her sister from behind before hopping over the couch. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaka! You missed an awesome night! And we're going to follow it up with a movie night after Liz and Kid come back from their dinner. You're not too tired, right?" Her blue eyes were begging Maka to say no, so they could stay up and have a night together, since she'd left the night before.
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