The Continue of SoMa (SoulxMaka) One-shot lemons

Angelic

She was the angel, and he was the demon. Or at least that's how they appeared to everyone else.

Maka was the perfect student, the pretty, petite blonde girl. Soul was the slacker with white-blonde hair, and predatory crimson eyes. She was polite, he was rude. She carried herself with back straight and shoulders aligned, while he hunched his back and slouched his shoulders unevenly. She was prim and proper, and he was a standard rebel.

But Maka knew better.

She finished wiping the clear droplets from her body, and wrapped the fluffy off-white towel snugly around her torso. She had needs, and she would be damned if anything or anyone was going to get in her way. She had been denying her mounting feelings for her partner for so long now, that she felt like she was going to explode. She was in love with him. Yes, she knew that. She had probably been in love with him since the very first moment they'd met. They were both just too young back then to have any clue what love even was.

However, when it came to her partner, there was another emotion, just as powerful, that she felt: lust. It was something that she had never imagined that she would ever feel, because it was a feeling that she had been so vehemently against her entire life. Yet she'd been silently disgracing herself for the last few months. It all started out innocently enough.

She had been secretly purchasing harlequin romance novels in hardback format, then immediately discarding the incriminating paper covers in the trash cans of the bookstore's ladies restroom. When she brought the books home, she would hide in her room to read them, and then stuff them underneath her bed where she hoped her partner would never find them. But soon, the formerly innocent Maka Albarn had her curiosity piqued, and she was obsessed with learning more.

She was too embarrassed to pick up the more risque books at the local bookstore, so she turned to the internet for the anonymity she desired. She found hundreds of books online about the topic of sex, and there were even more reviews telling her which ones were good and which were not. It was a treasure trove of information, and it was all a few clicks away. She thoroughly examined the reviews and descriptions of each book she found, and finally selected a few that seemed to fit her, added them to her virtual shopping cart, and clicked the "Place Order" button.

Her secret had almost been discovered when Soul had retrieved the package from the delivery man. He walked back into their apartment, calling Maka's name. She had strolled out of her room, and just as her partner was about to slice through the tape on the box's lid, she snatched it away from him, and fled toward the privacy of her bedroom.

"They're just books!" she called over her shoulder, before closing the door securely behind her. Her partner merely shrugged, and tossed the scissors carelessly onto the kitchen countertop as he walked away.

Maka hid those books under her bed, too. She soon added a couple more books to her miniature collection, and deigned to buy herself a rabbit vibrator as well. It was all in the name of research- and, as she soon discovered, all in the name of the magical little thing called an "orgasm" too. It still wasn't enough for Maka though, as her thoughts returned to the inspiration for this little experiment: her lust for Soul.

She stepped up her game. First, she went on the Pill, to balance out her hormones and so that she wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant. Then, she started dressing just a little bit more feminine. Liz had been thrilled when the younger woman had asked her to help shop for "girly" and "flirty" clothes, and had even convinced Maka to buy some lacy push-up bras and panties.

When she and Soul were in the privacy of their own apartment, Maka made sure to work her new style. She walked around with cleavage-revealing, lace-trimmed camisoles in addition to her already short skirts and shorts. Sometimes she even wore midriff baring tops, just to show her partner a little more of her creamy, pale skin. She even wore her hair down more often, just for the additional sex appeal.