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Black Room
Welcome to the Black Room, where there’s no such thing as sanity.
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“Dance with me Maka.” Soul said looking longingly into his lovers eyes.
“Dance?!” Maka exclaimed. “Where? How?”
Soul smiled taking Maka’s small delicate hand. He moved closer to her on the couch bringing her hand to his lips; grinning his infamous fanged grin.
“Trust me on this. Just this once.”
“Soul, I don’t understand. How are we going to dance in this small apartment?” she explained, her voice unease.
“That’s why we’re going to the Black Room.”
Maka’s eyes grew wide as her cheeks burned bright red. The Black Room was a place of insanity and madness. Why would Soul be willing to risk everything just for a single dance?
“Okay.” Maka answered after a moment of silence. “We’ll have it your way…Soul.” They leaded in so their foreheads were leaning lightly together, their lips a breath apart.
“Soul Resonance.” They whispered.
Soul entered the Black Room, a grin leaking onto his face as he adjusted his black tie. His grin only grew wider once his blood red eyes set their sights on Maka’s gentle figure. Maka came forth as the curtain rose. She was wearing her simple black dress and heels.
Soul walked over to the phonograph and put on some smooth jazz. He slid his hands in his pockets and made his way to the center of the room. Maka met him halfway, smiling at him.
Soul had matured in the years they were partnered together; they were twenty-one now. Soul was taller, more handsome and refined. His hair was longer, but still messy and flopped to one side. As all his featured seemed to age with him, nevertheless; his simple eased stare and ear to ear grin remained the same.
In her eyes, Maka stayed the same; however, to Soul she had aged as gracefully as a summer rose. In time she had grown more beautiful. Her jade green eyes would sparkle every time she would look up at him. She now wore her hair down; Soul preferred this look on Maka. He found that her pigtails were silly and childish. Those days were behind them now. They were no longer children running the grounds of Shibusen, but meister and death scythe. Her chest had finally developed, but that didn’t matter anymore; after all, cool guys don’t swing that way.
He placed one hand on her side as he lightly held her hand. Maka laced her fingers around his hold and looked up at him, placing her other hand on his shoulder.
They started dancing across the room, neither of them able to look away from each other. Halfway into the dance, Maka’s expression changed and stopped dancing, nearly stepping on Soul’s foot.
“What’s the matter Maka?” Soul questioned.
She sighed. “It’s just… ever since I’ve known you we’ve danced to this song. Do you mind if I put something different on?”
Soul grinned and chuckled lightly. “Go ahead.”
Maka smiled as she made her way towards the gramophone. She gently placed the vinyl down onto the turn table, positioned the needle and let the sound of elegant ball room music fill the room.
They met half way once again, not wasting anytime. Soul took the lead once more, his steps synced perfectly with the music. Maka followed, her dress moving around her like a veil of smoke to his hot steps.
Passion burned deep in Soul’s crimson eyes. He pulled Maka closer him, wanting to feel the warmth of her body against his. Maka instinctively brought one leg around his hips when they came into contact. Soul leaned into her neck, kissing it. A demonic grin creped along his lips. He leaned in further and whispered into her ear.
“Let’s dance away into the night…Maka.”
Maka smiled and nipped playfully at his ear. Soul pulled away and spun her round. They continued to dance, their bodies moving as one along the black and red tiled floor. Soul spun Maka around once more, this time pulling her in tightly against him. Her back landed against his chest. Soul bowed his head along her neck. As he did so, Maka trailed her lips up his neck. Maka swayed her body against his hips, her hands coming up his inner thigh as his glided down her sides.
They broke out of each other’s hold and faced each other. Soul dipped Maka to ground, trailing his lips along her neck; his breath hot. He tailed his fingers down the valley of her breasts, turning one of them into a miniature blade; slicing her dress open revealing her black laced bra.
Maka let a soft gasp of air escape her lips as she picked herself up, kissing him desperately. Soul broke her kiss but kept her close to him.
“We’re not finished our dance.” He whispered seductively into her ear dancing towards the piano.
“******** Soul, I want you now,” she demanded. Maka managed to break free of his hold and pushed Soul down on the piano bench. She sat herself on his lap, her legs on either side of his hips. She started swaying her hips against his groin, kissing him once more. Soul leaned back against the piano, moaning into her kiss. She added more pressure with her hips as she loosened his tie and slid his jacket off his shoulders. She continued to kiss Soul’s hot lips as she undid the buttons of his red shirt and discarded it as well. As her kisses grew more passionate, her fingers drew out his scar and chest definition.
Maka started kissing his neck, her fingers now running the hem of his pants. Soul sat up and twisted them, so Maka was now under him. Soul leaned in, his body hovering over hers.
“Not so fast.” He grinned.
Soul leaned down and placed a searing kissed upon her sweet lips. Maka laced her fingers through the sea of ivory white hair. Soul continued to kiss her, letting his tongue venture further into her mouth. He pressed his hips against hers, pushing her up on top of the piano. Just as she did earlier, Soul started pressing his hips into her groin. Maka moaned as she felt his erecting pressing into her.
Soul snaked his hands behind her back. He pushed her dress down as he unhooked her bra and threw it aside. He kissed down her neck to her breast, taking one into his mouth. Maka arched her back, moaning for him as she gripped his hair. As he teased one breast with his tongue, he massaged the other. Maka threw her head back, moaning and screaming for him to go further. Her hands slid down his back and along his hips. She took hold of his hem and slid off his pants and boxers.
Soul kissed his way up her body, locking lips once more. He slid her panties down her sleek legs and laced his with hers. Their bodies bound together like ribbon. They swayed together, moaning from the constant contact.
Soul and Maka had made love on numerous accounts but never like this. Never we’re they so drawn to each other in such dire need to feel the others body against their own.
Soul looked down at Maka, she met his gaze and gave him a reassuring nod. She hadn’t done that since the first time they made love, they were sixteen then.
Soul slid into her, feeling her walls tighten against him. Both moaned as their bodies became one.
Soul moved his hips slowly, drawing out each thrust. Maka started swaying her own hips against his, matching his rhythm. Soul buried his face into the crook of her neck, holding onto her as if his life depended on it.
“I…love…you….Maka…” he moaned.
“Nheee…Soul…” she replied.
As her walls gave him one final squeeze, Soul felt his muscles tighten as he gave into release. Maka could feel her body becoming full of him, warming every inch of her; becoming numb in his embrace.
Soul was panting, crystal beads of sweat dripping down both their bodies. Maka moved small strands of hair away from Soul’s face, smiling up at him.
“Why did you do this Soul?” Maka questioned, finally breaking the staggering silence between them.
Soul grinned. He pulled himself out, kissing her forehead as he did so. He made his way across the room where his pants lay on the floor.
Maka smiled at the sight of Soul beautiful body lit in the blue candle light. She sat back down on the bench and pulled her dress over her.
“Maka…” Soul said coming back looking down at her, his look soft.
“You have saved me from this insanity so that we could be together. As your weapon, I swore to protect you with my life. Pleas Maka…allow your life to be mine forever.”
Soul got down on one knee.
“Marry me…Maka.”
Maka could feel here eyes well. She smiled leaning down, throwing her arms around his neck. “Yes…Yes Soul!” She sobbed as silent tears fell from her eyes, never wanting to let him go.
Soul smiled as he lifted Maka into his arm, bringing her to the chair beside the phonograph. He sat down and held her close to him, playing with her hair.
“Maka…together, we may have claimed one hundred souls, but yours was the one I never thought I would be able to claim.”
- Fin.
