Pointers [Soul Eater, Soul/Maka, T]
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Title: Pointers
Author:
suspicious
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Sexual implications, nothing too explicit.
Word Count: 333
Prompt: Soul Eater, Maka/Soul, Voyeur, “the demon watching them, and making sexual remarks.”
I apologize for this being a couple days late! Life gets in the way too much.
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At first, the idea of putting on a show was enough to get them going. Being sexual was normally a highly private thing… even if the Imp wasn’t necessarily real. So, in that case, there would be no repercussions. Right?
… not so much.
After a while, he began to give pointers.
The Imp sat back in his tall chair, legs crossed, with a glass of wine in his hand. “Put your hips into it more, girl. He’s doing all the work.”
Most of the time, they could ignore it. Ignore the voice, move on, have sex up against, on top of, and around the piano or on the dance floor and be fine. Maybe, at most, they would roll their eyes, spare him a scathing look.
Then it started getting more personal.
“Right there, when you do that. She’s faking it,” the Imp said matter-of-factly. “She only makes a noise cause she knows you like it, you sicko.”
The sudden look in Maka’s eyes brought Soul back to reality, and thus believing the Imp at face value. His head turned slowly, his eyes slits. Enough was enough; he had enough of this. The hardest glare he gave in his life. “Excuse me?”
The Imp was pleased. “Oh, I get a bite! I’ve seen you guys copulate enough to know when she’s actually enjoying herself.”
“I’d rather you not know the indicators,” Maka sighed, running a hand through her bangs to push them away from her face. She was lying flat on the piano bench, skirt bunched around her waist. Her top was missing.
“You know,” Soul began, “I don’t see you around here with a little red girlfriend getting laid. I’d keep my comments to myself from now on, if I were you.”
“You’re not, however,” the Imp replied. “I have my ways, ones which you will never even begin to fathom. This is like television to me.”
Soul shrugged. “We should start charging you, then.”
“Sounds reasonable to me,” Maka added.
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Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Sexual implications, nothing too explicit.
Word Count: 333
Prompt: Soul Eater, Maka/Soul, Voyeur, “the demon watching them, and making sexual remarks.”
I apologize for this being a couple days late! Life gets in the way too much.
---
At first, the idea of putting on a show was enough to get them going. Being sexual was normally a highly private thing… even if the Imp wasn’t necessarily real. So, in that case, there would be no repercussions. Right?
… not so much.
After a while, he began to give pointers.
The Imp sat back in his tall chair, legs crossed, with a glass of wine in his hand. “Put your hips into it more, girl. He’s doing all the work.”
Most of the time, they could ignore it. Ignore the voice, move on, have sex up against, on top of, and around the piano or on the dance floor and be fine. Maybe, at most, they would roll their eyes, spare him a scathing look.
Then it started getting more personal.
“Right there, when you do that. She’s faking it,” the Imp said matter-of-factly. “She only makes a noise cause she knows you like it, you sicko.”
The sudden look in Maka’s eyes brought Soul back to reality, and thus believing the Imp at face value. His head turned slowly, his eyes slits. Enough was enough; he had enough of this. The hardest glare he gave in his life. “Excuse me?”
The Imp was pleased. “Oh, I get a bite! I’ve seen you guys copulate enough to know when she’s actually enjoying herself.”
“I’d rather you not know the indicators,” Maka sighed, running a hand through her bangs to push them away from her face. She was lying flat on the piano bench, skirt bunched around her waist. Her top was missing.
“You know,” Soul began, “I don’t see you around here with a little red girlfriend getting laid. I’d keep my comments to myself from now on, if I were you.”
“You’re not, however,” the Imp replied. “I have my ways, ones which you will never even begin to fathom. This is like television to me.”
Soul shrugged. “We should start charging you, then.”
“Sounds reasonable to me,” Maka added.
Cute-ish
Date: 2011-02-12 10:08 pm (UTC)