You like to think that you're immune to the stuff

Three months, six missions, two trips to the infirmary, and one holiday party later Maka’s trust in Soul proved to be a good investment. If the looks he was shooting her across the dance floor held any weight, the investment would be paying off tonight. Slowly sipping at her glass of punch, she could feel the heat rise in her cheeks while simultaneously sinking between her legs. It was going to be a good night, but only if she could avoid the questioning glances from Tsubaki long enough to drag her weapon back home.

“Maka-chan, are you alright? You look flushed and you’ve been distracted all night long. Have you been feeling well?”

Tsubaki’s sweet and well meaning voice broke Maka out of her reverie. About to answer, she was distracted by a large, warm hand in the small of her back.

“Oh, don’t worry about her too much - I think that she’s still feeling the effects of the last mission. Hey Bookworm, what do you say we head home and get you to bed?”

She could feel Soul’s heat radiating from his hand while his voice sent shivers down her spine. While they still weren’t “official,” the past few months had allowed their relationship to slowly evolve into something that a casual observer would call a “serious relationship.” Soul and Maka had decided to eschew labels in favor of making out on their couch and copping feels when no one was around. So far it had worked out fairly well, but Maka was beginning to grow tired of the fangirls continuing to throw themselves at her partner as if he was a free man… though she couldn’t blame them… technically…

Even though Maka wanted to chop each and every one of his admirers, it was the painful truth that she had been the one to put the brakes on being “together” in public. She was once again startled out of her thoughts when she felt Soul place his other hand to feel her forehead.

“Maka, don’t tell me that you’re actually coming down with something?”

“Ah, no. Nothing to worry about here! Actually, Soul, could you please walk me to the kitchen? I want to get a class of something that isn’t alcoholic.”

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed his hand and began leading him away – throwing her friend an apologetic glance over her shoulder.

“We’ll be back in a few minutes Tsubaki - just holler if Black*Star starts climbing the curtains again!”

Gaining speed with each step, she didn’t relinquish her grip upon her bewildered partner until they made it to the relative quiet of the kitchen. After a quick sweep of the room to make sure that they were indeed alone, she pushed the scythe against the wall and started to attack his neck with her lips as her fingers made quick work of his tie and dress shirt.

“Hah-Maka, what?!”

Pausing from trailing her tongue from his chin towards the tip of his scar, she growled into his neck.

“Those… those… FLOOZIES! They were throwing themselves all over you.”

“Tch, do you think I want them to? C’mon, Maka. You know me better than that. I would never do anythi—“

“It’s not you that I worry about, Soul. It’s them, and their blatant disrespect towards me.”

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“Wait. You think they are disrespecting you by being all over me?”

“Well, yes. You’re my – well, clearly we’re – um… You’re my partner!”

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“Yeah, they know that. Everyone knows that I’m your partner. I’m your weapon. As far as everyone else is concerned, I’m fair game because you can’t bring yourself to see men as anything more than inconveniences.”

Hurt pooling in her chest, Maka was lost for words. This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. She was going to… well, she had planned to bring him to the kitchen to… Oh. God. The sad truth of the matter was that Maka probably would have fucked him right here. In Kid’s kitchen.

“I don’t know what we’re doing here Maka, but the only one being disrespectful is you. Those girls out there are dumb. You know that. I mean, they can’t help the fact that they were clearly dropped on their heads as infants. You’re the one trying to violate your weapon in someone else’s kitchen. So. Not. Cool. I’d much rather we do this at home.”

Suddenly he was pushing her backwards and lifting her lithe body so that she was resting on the kitchen island. Before she could catch up with the sudden turn of events she could feel his mouth latch on to her neck – teeth worrying the delecate skin. Her eyes shot open at the thought and she did her best to push him off.

“Soul! You’re going to leave a mark!”

His laughter vibrated through her body, and even though she knew that she should be pissed she couldn’t help but think how hot the whole situation was.

“I know.”

With those two words he returned his mouth to her neck while his nimble pianist’s fingers began to trace light patterns along the exposed skin of her thighs. The dress that she had picked for tonight wasn’t the sexiest thing known to man, but it was short enough to show off her toned legs.  Right now it seemed like Soul approved. Her fingers knotted roughly through his white hair as one of his hands rose ever higher until his fingers grazed the soaking heat between her legs. All ministrations faltering, he raised his eyes to hers.

“…. No panties?”

Flushed cheeks burning, Maka forced herself to shake her head in confirmation. Confirmation turned quickly to confusion and something that felt a lot like hurt as Soul pulled away from her quickly and began to button up his shirt.

“S-Soul? What’s wrong?”

She could hear him take a deep breath and prepared herself for the worst. He took his sweet time before answering, making sure that he looked just as put together as he was before she assaulted him.

“We’re leaving. Right now.”

With both hands he lifted her off the island and put her firmly on her feet. Confused, she began to ask again but his lips cut her off. His arms crushed her body firm against his and she could distinctly feel just how affected Soul had been by their previous activities. Pulling away, he straightened out her dress before walking over to the door.

“We’re leaving now because I am NOT going to fuck you in Kid’s kitchen in the middle of a party. Our first time is at the very least going to be behind a locked door damnit, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to make that happen as soon as possible.”

That was all Maka needed to know. Confidence flowing through her veins, she dragged her weapon out of the kitchen back towards the party. Quickly saying goodbyes to her friends, she was about to head out the door when she realized there was one more thing to take care of.  Marching up to the bandstand with as much bravado as she could muster, Maka took hold of the microphone and took a deep breath before speaking.

“Eh, excuse me! Hi everyone. Sorry to interrupt the party, but I have announcement to make. If one more of you fangirls makes a move on my boyfriend Soul, I will crush you. I will crush you without thinking twice.”

Everyone at the party sweatdropped as Maka smiled sweetly towards the crowd.

“Thanks. I hope that everyone enjoys the rest of their evening!”

Hopping off the stage, she ushered her shocked weapon out the door before she could stop and think about what she had just done.

“Uh, Maka, I’m pretty sure you didn’t have to do that.”

Eye twitching, her grip grew vice-like as she continued to move him towards their apartment.

“Did you not want to be my boyfriend Soul? You seemed pretty into me when your fingers were all in my –“

“No, stupid! I meant that you didn’t have to announce it since I pretty much marked you for everyone to see while we were in the kitchen.”

Hands flying to her neck, she grimaced as she could actually feel the raised surface of the hickey he had left.

“Now come on, let’s get home before your father hears about this. I fully intend to take my girlfriend against a bed in a manly fashion, but I can only do that if I’m alive.”

Laughing, she again took his hand and wove his fingers with hers. As they ran through the streets of Death City, Maka couldn’t help but think that it was going to be a very good night indeed.