It wasn’t that he wasn’t having fun. He was. But they had been practicing breaking various holds for hours. And while Black*Star very much enjoyed have 110% of Maka’s focus on him and having her legs and hands around and on him, he occasionally wanted those situations to not end with his face in a sweaty gym mat.
“C’mere and gimme a kiss, Mak.”
“No, we’re in the middle of practice.”
“You’ve been throwing me around since 5 am. I think I need a little break, or my neck does.”
“Oh ho, is the great Black*Star tired?”
He works his jaw and launches forward, barking out ‘last time!’ as he goes for her throat. She jerks back but his hand closes around her throat just as she squeaks out a ‘no!’. The next movement is quick and practically second-nature. Black*Star watches in slow motion as Maka clamps hands around his forearms and wrenches herself up and around, one leg braced and pushing a knee into his chest and the other arcing around his head.
Before he can adjust his grip, the leg near his face hooks around his shoulder and neck and she scissors her legs to throw him to the ground. The repetition must be getting to him, though, because while it happens fast, he sees it frame by frame. Maka’s compression shorts stretch with her and the first strip of bare skin is right in front of him- he’s pressing a messy smooch on the flesh before his back brutally meets the floor.
“Hey-!” Maka yelps, still not letting go of his captive arm. His hand clamps around her ankle while the trapped one cups her reddening face. He chuckles as his force of nature presses her heel into his rib cage and twists his wrist. “…okay, maybe we do need a break.”
Now I know Maka and Black Star aren’t blood related but being a family doesn’t always mean being blood related. And once Soul and Maka are married he’d be Soul’s brother-in-law. And like any good brother he has to have the talk with his sister’s future husband to make sure there is no funny business :3