Oh, he's really done it now. It's not like he didn't know teasing her about her appearance was wrong, no matter how guilty he felt, he didn't stop. It was simply a mask to hide his true feelings.

Now she's actually upset.

He reaches his hand out, trying to stop her, "Maka-" He stammers, saying anything his mind can think of, but all that comes out are pathetic excuses. 

"Save it." She dismisses him, swatting his hand away, "I'm going to go read in my room. Good night Soul."

He's pathetic.

"I-I didn't-"

"You said it, I'm a violent, flat chested book worm who's too impulsive for anyone to date. It's true, so you don't need to apologize." She mutters with a smile that can barely be called one.

Maka never mutters.

"Listen-" He tries one last time, but with failure. She leaves and shuts the door and he's left all alone to reflect.

And reflect he does.

How could he do that? She was showing enthusiasm and sharing her hobbies, telling him about a book she read. She was opening up to him and he shut her down. He'd been so hurtful. 

"Didn't think you'd be the type to read romance. Guess you read what you can't get, huh?" He had said.

He'd been screaming at himself to stop, why did he have to say that? 

But he knows one thing for sure: He has to apologize. 

But how? He's supposed to offer a sincere, thoughtful apology when he can't even be clear with his feelings to her.

She's clearly upset this time. He's lived with her long enough to know she's like this when she's genuinely sad. And he can't bear to be the cause of that, it actually kills him to see her like this.

And so he's decided. Whatever happens, happens. He's going to apologize no matter what.

...

...

...

Maybe not right now. He.. needs to mentally prepare.  

He tosses and turns in his bed for an hour. He's just going to apologize. It'll be fine!

He gulps down two glasses of water and continues his tossing, trying to convince himself to get his ass up and walk to her room. 

He's been pining for her for around ten fucking years now. He never! Meant! Any! Of that! He likes everything about her, why the hell did he have to go and lie? And for Death's sake, no person will ever love her? That person is right here!

His fourteen year old self was just.. so stupid- He just wants to slap himself from back then.

Finally, he groans, and decides to just do it. As he starts to fling himself off from the bed, the door bursts open.

He lets out an embarrassing yelp, falling off of the bed. Ouch.

..It's Maka. She's wearing his shirt (that thief) and a short skirt, with a book in her hand. He gulps.

"What's the racket Soul? I can't read!" She exclaims.

"Fuck. Um, sorry." He curses. Okay, It's time to do this.

He breathes in deeply while she stares at him with a puzzled look. She moves her hands and crosses them on her chest, and it takes everything in his power to not stare.

"I just wanna um, apologize. S'about the stuff I told you 'bout your appearance. I didn't really mean any of that." He chokes out.

He hates how dry his throat is getting, but continues, "I realize s'wrong to insult you like that and that you can get hurt 'n stuff.." 

Her eyes grow wide and she opens her mouth to speak, her lips look so plump and cute today..

No, no, no, Soul! Focus on the task at hand!

"I'm glad you apologized, it really isn't fun to hear your partner continuously insult your body, is it?" She bitterly says.

"I'm sorry." He repeats.

She doesn't reply, and only sets the book down on the floor.

"And uh.. I actually said them so I could avoidmyfeelingsyknowwhenteenagersinsulttheircrushitslikethat." He squeaks out in unimaginable speed, and she looks like she didn't understand anything he said.

"Could you.. repeat that?" She finally says, squinting.

"Yknow when kids insult their crushes 'n stuff like that? Yeah, um.. sorry. I was trying to convince myself that you're all the things I said you were." He mutters as he looks down, a blush coating his cheeks. 

This is embarrassing. 

He waits for anything. A reaction, he knows he's going to get rejected. Holding on to fleeting hope is useless.

But what he gets instead is a: "Hm. So what you said was opposite of what you meant? Tell me then, what you really meant."

She's the actual devil.

When he looks up in shock with eyes widening, she smirks wryly. His face turns a darker red, "Do I really have to?" He says in embarrassment.

"I'm only accepting your apology if you do." 

Well. So be it, then. Death, the things he does for her.

With newfound encouragement and her beckoning for him to start, he does so. "I was lying when I said all those things. I like your legs despite me saying you had fat ankles.. I like your small- ugh, I can't do this." He groans.

"Then what about when you said nobody will like me? Was that the opposite of what you meant as well?" She did carry a teasing edge to her voice, but it held something more. Hope, maybe? A man can dream.

"Y-you're as dense as a rock. I just said all of this before and embarrassed myself-!" He snarks as he buries his face in his hands, "What, do you want me to tell you how madly I'm in love with you and how bad I want you? Well there you go." He mumbles.

She starts chuckling, and walks towards him. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Idiot." 

He removes his hands from his face and faces her, and he realizes that they're practically inches apart. His mouth lies open in anticipation and surprise, still looking down at her with shocked eyes.

She closes the gap, and her lips meet with his. The kiss was gentle, like she was slowly running her hands through his hair and massaging his scalp.. oh shit, she was. Ohh.. he liked that. He definitely liked that.

He lets out a small noise of contentment, and she takes it as a greenlight and starts tugging at his hair slightly. 

Both of them had never kissed before, so the kiss wasn't perfect. Their noses kept bumping, and they had to reposition a few times before it became comfortable. But it was better than anything he could've fucking imagined.

His whole body felt like it was shaking, maybe it actually was, it felt so intense; so exciting.

How long had he been waiting for this?

He then realizes his hands had been awkwardly hanging, so he grabs her shoulders and pulls her closer. She squeaks at the sudden movement but leans into him.

She finally pulls away, to breathe, he assumes. He looks away, touching his lips sheepishly. Death, if he knew apologizing could lead to a kiss from her, he'd have done it sooner.

She then decided to take the initiative and pull in for an even deeper kiss, and it felt so goo-

Oh death, was that her tongue? Fuck, it totally was. 

She seems to be an eager beaver, exploring his mouth, and he finds himself not being able to stop the sounds that kept coming from his mouth, and he moans into her mouth.

She runs her hands up his shirt to use his chest as support, while she moves down to attack his neck, peppering kisses all over. His eyes widen, are they..

She comes across a certain spot right under his ear, and he shivers, so she takes that as encouragement and sucks on that spot. His breath hitches.

"A-are we-" He barely gets out.

She raises herself from his neck a bit, "Only.. only if you want to." She seems to be affected as well, it's clear her voice is shaking, and he feels stupidly proud.

He finds himself staring at her chest and wonders if he can..

He raises his hands under his shirt and trails them along her stomach, "C-can I.." He pleads. 

Instead of a verbal reply, she takes his hands and guides them to her boobs, and he takes that as permission. 

Oh. She isn't..

"..You're not wearing a bra?" 

"I never do when I'm home." She answers.

His pants feel constricting. He should've worn them looser..

And so he starts massaging her breasts, accompanied with the little knowledge from the porn he watched when he was desperate and wanted to pretend it was her hand wrapped around his stiff cock. He still can't believe this is happening. She groans in pleasure, which encourages him, so he continues. The sounds which leave her mouth are music to his ears, better sounding than anything hes's ever heard.

They feel so soft.. they're just so Maka.

She raises her head more which leaves her directly looking at him, he's grateful he can now see her face because it's beautiful. She has a blush just as intense as his, lust clouded eyes and plump, sore lips from kissing, she looks so beautiful.. It's the most perfect thing he's ever seen.

He lightly squeezes her buds and she lets out a small squeal, "W-wait!" She squeaks.

And he immediately backs off, "Was I going too fast?" He says gently.

"N-no, not at all! It's just, um-" She swiftly takes her shirt off, and shivers at the temperature change. "It was just uncomfortable with my shirt."

Her breasts reveal themselves to him and he can't help but stare. Her skin is paler in her chest area, and her rose-pink nips are so.. cute.

Even while shaken up, she keeps her sass, "Not big enough?" 

"Hell no. They're great. They're yours, and you're great." He practically drools while saying so.

She smiles and once again, guides his hands to her breasts. He decides to try using his mouth. She's always liked his teeth, so maybe..

She lets out a mewl when he lightly bites her right nipple, now that is a sound he wants to hear when waking up everyday. "Too much?" He asks, wary of his sharp teeth, and she shakes her head.

He presses her body closer to his and she finally notices the bulge through his trunks, which was now pressing onto her belly. She yelps at the sudden hardness, but regains composure.

"So my fat ankles are affecting you this much?"

He's taken aback. "Younger me was just stupid, he was in denial." He pouts, he can't deny it; she is and always did affect him this much.

He pushes her to the bed, now straddling over her, knees on either side of her hips. The view is stunning. She's panting, her chest is heaving up and down slowly, and sweat is glistening on her. Her hair is so messy and tousled and she catches him staring, so she smirks.

He runs a hand up her skirt and teases her while massaging his thighs and slowly.. slowly.. slowly going up. It's good payback for before, serves her right. 

He can already smell her arousal.

He slides down her panties, commenting on how damp they are, which earns him a blushing and rambling Maka. Mission successful, he celebrates.

As he nears her core, she stares at him with half lidded eyes, filled with anticipation.

He excercises extreme caution, never having done this before. He doesn't want to hurt Maka, so he inserts one finger in her steadily, while she squirms underneath him. When he decides she's fine, he inserts another. He notices she's biting her lip to try to stay quiet, and he smiles. 

"You can make noises it's fine, yknow." He reassures her, and she simply nods.

He's not the type to not even know what a clitoris is, (thanks to Maka not letting him skip any classes, not even sex ed) he rubs her clit and she arches her back, furiously closing her mouth shut to stop herself from screaming.

His left hand then grabs her hips for support, and she winces. He mutters an apology before loosening his grip. 

She groaned as he went rougher, "Soul-" She was nearing her climax, he could tell. Her eyelids close, not being able to stay open any longer.

"Soul!" She yelps when her orgasm hits. Her walls tighten, and she arches her back towards him, the liquid that comes out coating his hands and the sheets (damnit they'd have to clean it up). He looks at his fingers, grinning lopsidedly in content as he watches her calm down. Her breathing slows and she opens her eyes, averting her gaze, seemingly feeling sheepish, if her blush says anything.

And even now, she's beautiful. Top half naked, slowly breathing, tired of the previous activities, slightly smiling and looking at him with those green, deep and pretty eyes.

This wasn't how he the apology to go, but he'll definitely take it. He hopes that she got what he really means, that all those hurtful things he said were lies. I mean, she has to, did she not see how smitten he had been?

"..W-well.." She says awkwardly.

"Still upset?" He asks.

"No.. guess your apology helped. I should get upset more often." She smirks. "Now come on, you helped me I gotta help you, hm?"

He definitely should've apologized sooner.