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Breaking Point	By : HitomiBrighteyes Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 16556 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breaking Point

By Hitomi Brighteyes

One-Shot, Lemon

Summary: One argument too many. Challenge Soul/Maka, creative use of a piano [PWP, Lemon]

Challenge: Soul x Maka, piano for THE SOUL EATER ANONYMOUS KINK MEME @ http://flowerofsin.livejournal.com/40287.html

*Warnings: Obligatory Thou shalt only think of cute kitties and fluffy bunnies and not know of sex until Thou is the age considered legal by the government type standard warning.*

Notes: OOC like yeeeah. Seriously, all I wanted was short bit of pr0n with flowery, musical term euphemisms...what the hell is this crap? (And MY GOD, kill the typos!)
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Between Soul Eater�s increasing tendency to work on impulse and Maka trying to furiously instill some sort of order into their missions, their teamwork had been out of sorts for weeks. Tensions strained under the pressure of what was their umpteenth argument in a row, standing toe to toe as they hurled insults back and forth. Only to have it all finally snap in a split second of mutual insanity and, though neither could tell who quite started the kiss, both dove into it hungrily.
The haphazard mixture of lips and teeth and tongue was soon followed through by eager touches. And, though the two were dimly aware that they were standing like morons in a far too public middle of nowhere, trying to get through the doorway was something like drunken tango. Neither quite willing to submit to being anything less than the lead they dipped and swayed in time to desperate kisses and hands that couldn�t seem to decide just where to take hold. Their dance continued uninterrupted by the loud bang as Soul kicked the heavy door closed behind them.
Then, cinching an arm tightly around her waist as Maka abruptly tripped backwards over her own two feet, Soul took control. Leading her through a jerking quarter spin, his fingers clutched tightly at her nape before moving up to tug away her hair ties. Letting them fall carelessly to the wayside even as his hands went to the hem of her sweater. Deceptively soft and gentle right up to the moment Maka found herself shoved hastily against the grand piano that stood like a forgotten monolith in the center of the room.
The sudden solidity of the instrument at her back, in addition to the accompanying complaint from her spine, brought the situation abruptly back into focus.
�Soul.� Maka broke away as best she could, leaning further back against the piano. Taking hold of the lapels of his jacket, she pushed, hard, and was met with an irritated glare as he was suddenly forced to take a step back. �We can�t. We shouldn�t...�
He was loosening his tie, letting it drop to the floor before deftly nudging it out of the way with his foot.
�Why the hell not?� His confused scowl spoke for itself. While there was some minor satisfaction in the fact that he was breathing just as hard as she was, Maka�s flush bordered luminescent while she silently cursed him for looking far too comfortable with the current course of events.
�I mean...� Because good, straight edged girls were supposed to have fantasies of wedded bliss and silk sheets and rose petals and didn�t do things hard and fast against the nearest available surface and-
�Maka.�
Grabbing the messy remnants of one of her pigtails, Soul yanked sharply. Jarring Maka roughly from her thoughts just as he slanted his mouth down over hers. Relentless in his attack until she slowly eased back into the kiss, and when it was clear that she was no longer focused on coming up with lame excuses, he pulled back with a confident smirk.
�You think too damn much.�
Her sweater was over her head and down on the ground behind them before she had the chance to argue otherwise.
Her tie was next, slipped out of its knot to simply fall to the floor while Soul quickly moved on to her shirt. He struggled briefly with the buttons but quickly gave up when the last of them determinedly refused to budge and instead simply tore the rest of them open with a wrench of fabric. Small pearl buttons popping off to scatter along the floor in a flurry of motion as he let the shirt gape open to reveal her unglamourously simple white bra.
Flinching slightly at the destruction of what was formerly her favorite shirt, Maka�s irritation was waylaid by the instinctive urge to cover herself under the increasing intensity of Soul�s gaze.
�I know they�re small.� She shot defensively, crossing her arms self-consciously over her chest only to have the motion cut short he caught her wrists. Forcing her hands back to either side of her, he pressed them against the glossy mahogany of the piano�s side he rolled his eyes.
�Get over it.�
�But...�
Rather than waiting for her to make more of a fuss, he let go of her wrists and brought his hands up to trace lightly around the edges of where bra changed to exposed skin before cupping her firmly. And for her petulant frown, which would have been far more endearing if she didn�t look so uncertain, his kissed her sharply, nipping at her plump bottom lip.
�See? It�s fine.�
'Fine' translating to small enough to fit just so in his hands as he squeezed and kneaded and teased the nipples still hidden underneath her bra into pert attention. Briefly yanking her shirt further askew, he left a trail of kisses along her neck. His free hand drifted to her back, fumbling for a brief moment, before he smirked against her the crook of her neck. And, pulling the bra down from over her chest just far enough that it was out of the way, Soul pressed an openmouthed kiss to the small dip in between her breasts before closing his lips on the nearest target.
Maka flushed. Quivering in a full-bodied tingle that curled her toes and transformed into an encouraging, mewling gasp as Soul swirled his tongue around her nipple. Her hands spasming reflexively against the surface of the piano, clenching and unclenching with the need to hold on to something.
Fleetingly aware the fact that she was all but moaning under his attentions and distinctly certain that it was not fair that she was the only one of them losing the rest of their sanity, Maka�s shifted slightly, grasping at his shoulders. Then, sliding her palms flat along his front, where her fingers made quick work of the few buttons on his dress jacket. With that gone, a sharp tug to his loosely tucked shirt provided easy access to the toned abs underneath. Determined to discard her lingering reservations, curiosity soon won out over embarrassment, and she traced the muscles under her fingers.
Maka was rewarded by the feel of him shivering.
Soul hissed, catching her hands before she had the opportunity to make proper use of her find. His mouth traveling up from her breast to close over her shoulder and sharp teeth nipped just hard enough to sting, marking her pale skin with a bright splash of pink.
Yelping more out of surprise than pain, Maka rubbed the offended area and shot Soul a dirty look regardless. Thus momentarily distracted, Maka didn't realize that Soul was pulling away again until his jacket and shirt hit the ground. Then he was back, picking her up eagerly in his arms to half-carry and half-push her down onto the piano bench while quickly adding Maka�s dangling bra and shirt to the growing number of garments strewn across the marble floor.
Bending over her, Soul began to map out her body with hungry touches. Moving his hands up along her sides, down her front, and brushing past the folds of her pleated skirt that yet clung determinedly to her hips, he rubbed a finger deliberately across the apex of her thighs. Not entirely surprised, but definitely pleased, at the feel of damp fabric under his touch.
Having her stand back up to take off the skirt would take far too long and he instead settled for just shoving her skirt up out of the way. His hands tightening on her thighs to spread her legs open while he crouched down in front of her.
Innocent, white cotton panties met his gaze, and were both utterly Maka and far too sensible to be as sexy as they looked on her. And, lifting her up just far enough to slide them down, he leaned purposefully forward.
Sitting with her back ramrod straight, Maka blinked uncomprehending as Soul positioned himself between her legs. Staring until, in a split second of realization, understanding dawned in the form of a renewed blush. And feeling his warm breath against core, she choked on an embarrassed squeak. Only Soul�s firm grip on her thighs kept her legs from snapping shut.
�You�re not really going to...�
He chuckled softly as she trailed off, still far too embarrassed to actually say it, and she could practically feel the cocky grin that was no doubt spreading wide on his lips.�You have no idea how long I�ve wanted to do this.�
And with that, he touched her. Not with his fingers as she might have expected, but with long, smooth strokes of tongue that worked steadily over her slit. Setting a pace that ran in smooth counterpoint to the way Maka�s breath caught and released in the back of her throat. She clutched uselessly at the smooth leather of the bench before settling on twinning her fingers in Soul�s hair. In what was a fruitless attempt to just hold on as he licked and rubbed places that made her want to squirm in reckless abandon.
Swamped under the new sensations, Maka was only partially aware of Soul shifting slightly away and loosening his grip on one of her thighs. Her hooded green eyes turned to stare at him as he brought a hand to his mouth, deliberately catching her gaze while he drew his tongue over his index finger. Then smirked wickedly before brushing it over her sensitive flesh and penetrating her slow, twisting thrust.
�Soul!� Her hips jerked reflexively, not quite ready for the feeling of being spread open that intimately and definitely not ready for the second finger he added, stretching and curling in a way that had her seeing stars.
Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Maka arched her back instinctively, only to jump at the dissonant crash as she fell against the exposed piano keys. An embarrassed flush lighting her cheeks, she sparred the keyboard an irritated glance over the shoulder, before blushing darker at the amused look Soul shot her.
Rocking back slightly on his heels, he opened his mouth with what was no doubt going to be a jibe at her clumsiness, but was beaten to the punch.
�Don�t even start with...umf...�
Of course, she would have sounded far more serious if he hadn�t taken the opportunity to shut her up with a renewed kiss. Their tongues tangling as he stood back up, bending her back over his arm and deliberately striking a haphazard chord as he pressed her back against the keys.
His hands grasped suddenly at her hips, Soul lifted Maka slightly, setting her atop the ivory spread to the discordant clash of mismatched notes. One hand helping to guide her fingers to the catch of his belt while at the same time he used a foot to shove the piano bench noisily out of the way. The last of their clothing falling away in a hasty scramble, as his prominent erection came to rest against her inner thigh.
And, despite his obvious arousal, he ground slowly to a halt. Pausing just long enough in an unspoken question while he hovered over her. �Maka...�
Maka returned his stare for a brief moment, because she was nervous and because this was probably going to hurt, wasn�t it? But it was Soul and she trusted him. Implicitly. So, steeling herself, she pulled him in for a kiss that displayed far more confidence than she felt, nodded, and told him so.
�I want you to. Just...go slow, please?�
Somehow getting far too much satisfaction out of her tiny, whispered admission - he knew after all, he�d just been waiting for her to say it, stubborn girl - Soul grinned widely. Rubbing a reassuring hand down her side and resting his palm at the small of her back as he pressed the tip of himself into her opening.
�Just relax for a second.�
And, watching her face for signs of discomfort, he pushed. Crimson eyes focusing intently on her expression only to flicker shut at the last moment as he came fully into her, a groan on his lips.
Taking in a sharp breath at the sudden quick pinch that was quickly replaced by the long sliding sensation of friction that danced pleasurably along her nerve endings, Maka gave a soft cry and fought the urge to squirm. Where she had thought his fingers and touch felt good before, this, there was no proper comparison. Feeling full and stretched more than she though ought to be physically possible, Maka rocked experimentally against his body in a way that drew breathless, needy gasps from both of them.
�Maka.� Unable wait any longer while she moved like that, Soul hooked a hand around her knee as he urged her to wrap her legs around him. His voice dropping to a low, husky rumble as he drew deliberately back and thrust gently forward. �Hold on to me.�
Not quite willing to trust her voice, she nodded. Her legs locked around his slim hips and hands grasping desperately at his back as he sharply increased his pace. Fighting off the urge to just moan in abandon, she buried her face tightly against the crook of his neck and muffled her soft gasps against his skin.
The harsh sounds of skin against skin accompanied by the rhythmic chiming of their bodies against the piano keys was slowly drowned out under the growing crescendo of gasps, moans, and wordless noises of encouragement that filled the room in a rising roar. Building up to the frenzied moment where everything hushed down to a single focused point as Maka�s whole body clenched, then broke in a myriad of nameless colors behind her eyelids. The syllables of his name forming on her tongue as she peaked. Followed by Soul�s neigh inaudible groan against her hair as he jerked and thrust himself as deep as he could in her.
Then, slowly slumping together as the moment ended, they took a moment and caught their breath. Exchanging gentle touches as they each assured themselves that the other was alright. Maka gently sliding her legs down from his waist and Soul easing out of her while he helped her put her feet back on the ground.
And, because cheesy declarations of love in post-orgasmic bliss were clich� and not cool at all, Maka almost missed Soul's quietly muttered sweet nothings as he leaned heavily over her, his arms tightening around her waist while they waited out the lingering aftershocks. Returning the gesture, she gave a pleased sigh, then winced slightly as the shift in position sent a twinge of pain up her spine.
�Soul?� She asked.
Not bothering to move, he made a soft noise to indicate he was listening
She rocked half-heartedly against the piano keys. �Can I get down now?�
He chuckled softly, pulling back just far enough to shoot her a cocky grin. �I dunno, I think we should try it on top of the piano next...�
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