Thirty Minutes [Soul Eater, Soul/Maka, T]

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Title: Thirty Minutes
Author: suspicious
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Sexual implications, nothing too explicit.
Word Count: 517
Prompt: "Soul Eater, Maka/Soul, Empty Classroom, 'Short school skirts rising higher on her thighs.'"

Ten minutes in, he knew she was teasing him.

Maka had suggested they stay behind to finish writing the extensive notes Stein had written on the massive chalkboard. No one else stuck around. They would. Maka wouldn’t allow anything other than perfection—from herself, from him. Their relationship worked as such. Eventually, he stopped whining and asking questions. He adapted.

Soul had been barely keeping up with her pace of copying in the first place, but now it was just getting ridiculous. His mind was all over the place. He would glance out the window, seeing a bird fly by; he would find a new hole in the ceiling, wonder how it got there; he felt the light bump of Maka’s knee tapping against his leg, his eyes wandered.

Living with Maka for years, he knew that she got into certain… moods. Daring moods. Without a true definition of their relationship, other than the Shibusen-sanctioned partners, they floated along, taking these moods with stride.

One bump, then two. Maka shifted in her chair, sliding down when she had reached the end of a line. She cracked her knuckles, attempted to crack her back by turning in place; finally, she stretched, leaning backwards with her hands up high in little fists. Her shirt rose, as did her skirt. When she snapped back, with a contented sigh, he noticed that her skirt remained dangerously high up on her thighs.

She smiled at him. That smile.

Twenty minutes in, he had made up his mind.

He began brushing against her, nudging her with his knee. Maka had scooted closer, leaned over him every now and then to look at his progress. She appeared to be done, but wasn’t urging him to hurry up. That was when he made up his mind; if this were any normal circumstance, she would be harassing his ass out of his chair so they could hurry up, get home, and prepare dinner. Or… something equally domestic.

But, no, she was patiently waiting for him to finish. Conclusion? Ulterior motive.

Maka’s ulterior motive became as clear as crystal when she hooked her leg around his, pushing her skirt up far enough to see the black of her panties. She normally wore white.

She had this planned since this morning.

Staring at her legs was a favorite pastime of his; where she lacked in bust she made up with legs that went on for miles. Soon she would grow into herself. He would be around to witness it.

Maka leant her head against his shoulder. She giggled.

Thirty minutes in, her back was on the floor, legs high, in between the stadium seating of the auditorium.

“I already took all the notes during the lecture,” Maka said breathlessly as Soul kissed his way down her neck. When she finished her sentence, he bit her. She squealed, wiggling against him.

“We do have an apartment,” Soul responded. He traced the area he had bitten with his tongue; a semi-apology before he nipped at her skin again.

Her hands were busy unbuckling his belt. “I didn’t say we didn’t.”

Comments

I liked that!

[ookamikagakusha.livejournal.com]

Good work. I can imagine (as being a college student), the fantasies that can arrive in the classroom! Just because someone is scholarly does not mean that they are not kinky! Awesome!

Re: I liked that!

[suspicious.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)

[roxenna89.livejournal.com]

A really good work, loved it...especially all the no-explicit thing. Really suggestive and capturing.

[suspicious.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

i really liked this

[nativedance.livejournal.com]

Very nice 8D