The Continue of SoMa (SoulxMaka) One-shot lemons

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The hot droplet of water wrapped around her body, slowly dripped from her damp sandy-blonde hair to her now developed chest down to her carved stomach. It has been two years or three since Soul turned into a death scythe, Maka sighed heavily as she saw her reflection on the moist mirror.

She had changed over those years, she never wore her hair in pigtails after they defeated a witch whom named her 'pigtails' or 'goldilocks'. Her black cloak wasn't as long when she was fifteen, decidedly repairing it as a black vest instead because she constantly trips and stumbles on Soul whenever she cartwheels. Her red skirt was still the same and what was astonishing was she doesn't wear white boring panties with a small ribbon on the middle. She wears this red or black knickers instead that Tsubaki had given her during her birthday.

"Oy! Maka! What's the hold up? Someone needs to use the bathroom you know" Soul banged the door while impatiently tapping his huge hands on the door frame. Soul also changed over those years. His facial features grew more sharp and mature, squared jaws and facial hair. Girls threw themselves at him whenever he's on aftershave. He looked so hot especially that his red crimson eyes turns darker whenever he transforms his arm into a scythe.

"Uhm... Soul? I-I don't know. I might be long" But Soul grew impatient, he doesn't have time to negotiate. He really needs to use the bathroom, they just had a training and he stinks from his own sweat and soil.

"What? Uh... I fucking smell here and hurry up" Soul heard a sigh on the other side, Maka wasn't sure how to handle it herself. Maybe Blair did this to her.

"Soul, seriously... I don't know because... I look stupid" Rolling his eyes in disbelief. Is this was it all about? Just conscious of what she looks like? She's inside a freaking apartment! She doesn't need to look decent or fancy all the time and Soul is her partner for fucking years and does she need to care what she looks like?

"Maka, just... Just hurry. I mean, why do you care if you look stupid? We're the only ones in here"

"Soul, that's the point. Fuck Blair, I think she did this to me" Curious of what Blair might have done to her, Soul knitted his eyes brows. And besides, he really needs to use the bathroom.

"What did she do? And can you just go out? As in... Go the fucking out now? I need to shower too"

"Uh... Alright, but Soul... Don't look at me when I go out. Just don't"

"Alright alright, geez. Alright... Go. I'm closing my eyes now" Finally, Soul heard a click which made him sigh in relief. He was facing the opposite direction with his eyes closed but he was still curious. He gently took a small peak and what astonished him was far different than any other that made him shock.

"I said don't look!" Then and there, she ran away and shuts her door closed. Soul froze on his position. What did he witnessed? Why is her red skirt so shirt that her knickers can be seen? Why is her white sleeves just above her belly button?

Finally, realizing that he felt some liquid fell of his nose, he hurriedly locked the door and looked at himself on the mirror. He was bleeding! Normally, it was just Blair who made him bleed but now... His partner who's physically developed, he wasn't sure what has gotten into him.

Suddenly, he felt something on his crotch or more like inside his tight pants. Shocked from what it was, he has a boner. A boner for his partner. "No, no. Stop it. Maka is your fucking partner!" She is. But over the years, he grew more and more than just a partner or best friend or brother. He was fucking in love with his partner. From being a nerd and now a hot walking Megan Fox.

Finally finishing, he wrapped a towel on his bottom and then opened the door. Steam escaping the bathroom and exactly as Maka exited her room which was in front of the bathroom. Both shocked with each other. New to him that Maka wore this black shorts shorter than her usual red skirt, a red tank top that her cleavage shows and her hair fresh from combing and the scent of strawberries. Maka observed him from head to toe, big feet, muscular legs, loosely wrapped towel, his muscular torso, strong arms and sharp face.