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He was just about to pop his earbuds in when he heard the jiggling noise of keys followed by the twisting of the front door’s doorknob, it was gentle but still loud enough for him to hear through the crack of his half closed door all the way from his bedroom. Maka was coming home early? She had only left… He rolled over his stomach and sprawled himself upward in a lazy manner, glancing over the edge of his bedside drawer and squinted his eyes, making out the hour that the clock’s hands pointed, 5:55. 20 minutes ago? He had sworn it’d had been longer. In the middle of his pondering, he was interrupted by Maka’s footsteps walking down the hall, and then her voice.
“Hey Soul.” She saluted, her voice dwindled behind her step as she headed into her own room. “‘Sup Maka.” He shouted out as if he were trying to catch her ears. With a forced inhale, he crawled up from his pose and got on his feet over the bedroom floor, then he curiously walked toward his door, swinging it fully open and leaned on the frame when he noticed Maka walking out from her own room. “I thought you’d be gone until 9. What happened?” He queried, more interested than he’d like to appear. Maka let out a defeated sigh. “I was at the station waiting for a while, but since it started to get later I decided to go to a booth and called up Tsubaki, turns out she was in the middle of trying to keep BlackStar from hurting himself doing some dumb challenge. So she had to cancel…” She spoke word after word, strolling toward the bathroom and back to her bedroom, then walked into the bathroom and left the door open as she continued to speak, standing in front of the mirror sink as she began to wipe away her makeup.
Soul’s eyes followed her every movement, taking note on the fact she seemed disappointed and frustrated at the same time. “Cut them some slack, did she at least reschedule?” He asked, to which she glanced back at him and smiled. “Yeah she did, she promised desserts will be on her next weekend, I wasn’t trying to be mean or…” Her eyelids lowered with her gaze. “You know, I just hate cancelling plans.” Her head faced back toward the mirror, and she stuck out the tip of her tongue as she always did when she was concentrating, tilting her head as she rubbed all the mascara off with a wipe. She rarely wore makeup, and whenever she did, she always went for a natural look, that to justify the fact her makeup was essentially kind of childish, colorful and not sharp at all, funnily enough, round just as her face.
Before she realized he was staring, Soul let out a big yawn, stretching his arms upward with it. “So your afternoon is free?” He assured more than questioned, allowing himself past her and down the hall, heading intently for the kitchen. “Yeah.” Her echoed voice replied from inside the bathroom. “Okay cool, wanna do something? What about board games, or maybe binge watch something?” Soul suggested as he snatched a bag of chips from over the counter, then took a step or two to get to the living room and leaped swiftly over the couch’s recline to prop himself onto the couch.
Maka didn’t answer from afar, instead she walked into the living room and struggled between the couches to take a seat on the one facing the wall, she was holding a soft paste book against her ribs. “Well, I was actually thinking of continuing reading this new book I got…” Her voice lowered as the sentence escaped her lips, and Soul turned to look at her with a dull expression, except for his left eyebrow being raised. “What’s so interesting about that book that’s keeping you from spending time with me?” He interrogated with a faint tone of accusation to his voice, adjusting himself and pulling a chip from the inside of the bag.
“I don’t think you’d understand. For starters you don’t read books, plus… it’s not something you’d enjoy.” She muttered, putting too much emphasis on that you. Feeling challenged, Soul raised his torso a little as he slid his heels over the leather, then he continued. “Tell me, I might surprise you. You don’t know all there is to know about me you know.” He affirmed, sinking the chip into his mouth. Maka stared at him perplexed, pulling her book closer to her chin with both hands. More muddled than not, she realized what he said was very true, she didn’t know all there was to know about him, but something about it bothered her, he was her partner, for a long time now, was she feeling jealous? If so of who? Incompetent? She wasn’t sure.
She blinked a few times, then her gaze gravitated down to her book, which she pulled back and settled against her knees. Getting a better look at it while holding it with both thumbs and fingers pinched, she frowned. “It’s a romance novel.” She gave in, her green irises raising to look at him in expectation of a sneering comment. “I like romance.” He stated, “Romance movies that is, books are still boring as hell.” Just as her eyelids raised in surprise, they dropped back down in annoyance. Of course Soul would say something like that…
“I don’t believe you, you’re just saying that.” She retorted, “If it’s true then let’s watch a good romance movie, I’m not sure if I trust your judgement, though.” That last part was unnecessary, he thought, his eyes widening as he finally sat up. “Oh you bet, I’ll show you the most romantic of all movies.” Before she could reply he got to his feet and routed himself toward the TV. Once in front of it he crouched down, sat over his heels and pulled the drawer under the television’s furniture, a while back Spirit had gifted the two a collection of CD movies for them to store at home, mostly a gift for Maka but, she never had watched one not once, not on her own at least, only with him or with friends. To her, Spirit only proved to be not the best father by not even knowing that Maka didn’t even like movies to begin with. Soul believed she was just too hard on him though, having so many movies was a real cool thing to own. He skimmed through the big collection of untouched cd’s. At least a third of them were corny rom-coms or romance drama, when faced with all the options, he realized he might’ve overestimated himself.
“Can’t find one?” Maka mocked, he could even hear the grin in her voice and he knew it was exactly because she was putting pressure on him, but he brushed it off. His face yelled out salvation whenever he laid eyes on one cover he did recognize, he never finished the movie, but he didn’t think that was a problem, he knew the movie was good and that must be enough to get Maka all giddy and push her back into her shell to stop her from picking on him, right? Of course, he presumed. Having chosen his pick, he pressed down the power button of the television, then the cd one and placed the cd neatly, then ironically pushed the disc plate with little care. “This should do.” He got back up and kicked the drawer back into place, stepping backwards and flopping onto the couch again.
Maka set her book down over the coffee table, then turned over her body to crouch and reach for the living room light switch. Making some effort, she turned off the lights and settled herself back into place, comfortably lying convergently across the width of the couch. “Alright.” She muttered, crossing her arms over her higher stomach. As she said this Soul gave her a look from the corner of his eye, but he smirked and unknowingly mimicked her by crossing his arms too.
“No way…” Maka whispered to herself, leaning her body forward as she hugged onto one of the couch cushions. She was now sitting up with her legs crossed, completely immersed in the plot, apparently having forgotten that she was initially skeptical about Soul’s choice of movie.
“I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry..!” The audio exited the speaker with a noisy filter, echoing inside the darkened room. She blinked keenly, swallowing to moist her dry throat. Maka was feeling something she didn’t know could apply to movies too, she was never interested too much in them because all she had watched were action movies she never finished, or popular theater releases, but with this specific movie it even reminded her of how she felt reading books, because the character lines were relatable… Her fingers fidgeted with the cushion’s threading, but she stopped herself astounded when the images in the screen began to change.
The protagonist, Ryoto was holding the girl Laney, when they pulled away, they held an intense amount of eye contact that seeped through the screen, making Maka feel nervous, as if she shouldn’t be watching, things only began to worsen when the characters started kissing, making lewd noises and the scene progressed into a sex scene.
She knew about them, but she had never really watched a sex scene, only read them, she was so stunned about it that when she turned to look at Soul in search of avail and also accusation, because why would he make her watch this? She almost forgot she was watching it with him, her partner and roommate, so she felt her face immediately come warmer.
For Soul, even though he appeared to be indifferent and almost bored, alarms were going off in his mind in panic as he felt himself growing more and more uncomfortable. He never finished watching the movie, so he didn’t even know there was a sex scene. He was truthful about the fact he had watched many sex scenes before, such as he watched all kinds of movies, and no, they wouldn’t really go around making him feel discomfort or giving him boners, sure his body was developing but he wasn’t precocious.
No, the problem was he was watching this with Maka, his best friend and roommate, his soul tie partner who also happened to be a girl, a girl he denied he had feelings for. He had no other option but to exploit it, that way she wouldn’t suspect he was feeling nervous as well. “What? You’ve never watched a sex scene? You can’t be flustered over this.” The words left his mouth in much confidence, and he thanked Death his voice didn’t crack or tremble.
“What do you know? You’ve never even done it so you can’t tell me I can’t be flustered!” She defended herself, trying hard to ignore the moaning coming from the tv as she spoke. “Wrong again. I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, I know all there is to know.” He blurted, placing his heels over the coffee table and crossing his legs. “Right of course.” Her eyes widened and she argued, still he dared to nod.
Silence filled in the room for a moment, excluding the shuffling, slopping and moaning sound effects coming from the tv. Her cheeks were hot and the air was feeling lighter than it should be. She wanted to scamper to her room and do something else, take a cold shower or go out for a run, some kind of release of the tension. Hearing him talking about other girls infuriated her beyond her own comprehension, she wasn’t upset at him, but she just couldn’t stand the thought of other women touching or coming so close to her partner. Her imagination was running coils when the sounds of the tv continued while he just said he had plenty girlfriends and apparently knew all there was to know. This was starting to feel eternal, and before she could think twice, the words escaped her mouth.
“Okay then, prove it.” She muttered.
Did he hear that right?
Wow now, when did things begin escalating so fast? What did she really mean? Don’t be an idiot Soul, you know exactly what she means, so don’t stand there like an idiot and do something! This is your chance! Chance? Was he waiting for a chance? …The truth was things were escalating since the moment they decided to watch a romance movie together, he suppressed it but he knew, when they caught each other glancing at the other once or twice during the movie but refused to address it. Damn it.
With one, dry swallow, he breathed, pulling his heels back to the floor as he raised his torso, “Fine,” he paused, “I can totally do that, only a loser would back down.” he grabbed the controller rapidly, the thick prism almost slipping out of his hand, he paused the movie, placed the controller over the coffee table and stood up.
He took one hesitant step, the other slightly quicker, then flopped down next to her, her eyes following his every motion. He looked into her eyes intensely, his usual smirk was gone, she was finding him hard to read, she could swear he was nervous but couldn’t prove it. “Uhm-“ He uttered, his left hand approaching hers, which she rested atop her knee. Dutifully, he clutched her hand by sitting his fingers between hers and pressing his digits on the back of her hand, a little too hard, lightly trembling.
They held hands all the time, then why was she so brittle out of the sudden? Why did the minimal touch freak her out? She sucked in air as soon as he leaned forward, but she couldn’t help it, she withdrew her hand and slapped both her palms on his face. “Wha-?! Maka!” He complained, grabbing both her wrists as he tried to pull her hands from his face. “Let go, what are you doing?!” He grumped, and she couldn’t answer right away, so she just weakened her hold and allowed him to remove her hands, over her knuckles, his eyes peeked, looking at her softer than his voice had sounded just a moment ago. His hands slid from her wrists to her palms, and he intertwined his fingers with hers again.
To be fair, he wasn’t sure of what he was doing but, holding her hands felt right, it was the part of her body he was most familiar with, she held him when he was in his weapon form and he’d come used to her features, such as the strength of her grip, she would wear gloves of course, but there would be times she didn’t, he’d then learned the number of crevices on her palms, the relief of her skin, and the warmth. So he’d follow his intuition and trust that.
He leaned in and she couldn’t help but purse her lips, “Close your eyes.” He said, but she didn’t understand right away. “Huh? Oh, yes, sorry.” She followed through with his request. In what moment did she become so willing, was this what she wanted when she dared him in the first place? Because if so, she must enjoy torture, her heart was pounding so much she could feel her pulse in her ears, who would even want this?
Oh.
She got her answer when his lips pressed against hers, they were warm, a part of her found this extremely easy, as if they did this all the time, even though they obviously didn’t. It was nearly like… when their souls resonated, instead it was their lips, tightly on one another and exchanging warmth. Or maybe, it was both?
After a few seconds, the two pulled away and breathed heavily, but leaned in just a little to rest their foreheads together. Soul held her hands tightly, and smiled, which made her smile. Her eyes stared into his, and they slowly lowered until they settled on his lips once more.
She wanted to kiss him again? Was it selfish to assume that? No, she totally did.
He closed his eyes and she mirrored him, he tilted his face and kissed her again, but this time he softly opened his mouth, just like he’d observed in the movie. Though not much, because the moment the sex scene started playing his mind sort of dissociated and froze him in fear, his face hadn’t shown it but he didn’t even remember much of what was happening. He couldn’t allow that to belie his statement of being knowledgeable, not yet, so he’d try to do what he remembered from other times he had faced himself with watching similar content.
All this time they didn’t stop kissing, although amateurishly, none of them tried to make a move to stop it. On the contrary, it seemed like they were wrestling, but not quite, their movements actually matched each other, melted onto each other, was this product of their resonance? With a gentle push, he was now on top of her, naturally her hand fell next to her head, and he gripped against the couch. His right hand let go from hers, then lowered searching for her waist, when he found it, he squeezed mercilessly, this causing her to let out a sigh through her nose, something like a moan.
She didn’t stop him, so maybe?
An idea came to his mind that made his cheeks flush and his eyelids narrow. She was always holding him, touching him, and he had gotten so used to this that he realized his own hands were so foreign to her body, so much that it appeared almost alien. Sure, basically there was no reason for him to be touching her back, but this just seemed kind so unfair now, specially because he had no reason to restrain himself so long she let him keep going, so he took this as an opportunity.
He continued to kiss her, his hand raising from her waist to her ribs and her underarm, and hesitantly her chest. He hated that it was all over her clothing, was that too bold to think? He wasn’t quite a saint, in fact he was being really tame and trying not to get crazed over the fact he was acting upon some of his late night fantasies, fantasies he had denied to keep things normal up until now. She probably didn’t realize how much he was enjoying this, but it gave him permission and drive knowing she was in no way uncomfortable with this, no, she enticed it, she pushed him over his boundaries with her noises and reactions, and lastly, his name. “Soul…” She pulled her head back and moaned out, this making his wet lips slide from hers down to her chin, and he didn’t stop kissing her, rather he peppered her neck with slow kisses and licks, that’s what they usually do right? He didn’t understand why before but now he did, something about licking and kissing her skin felt very similar about the way her shapes accommodated under his palms. It just felt so right, even better when she moaned out his name repeatedly at cause of it.
“Ah, Soul.” She exhaled with lungs restricted. He kissed dangerously close to her ear, breathing right next to it, this made her squeeze her legs together, and sigh out another moan. He was doing this and it was already pretty overwhelming, but over that she could feel his hand touching and squeezing her body, her outer thigh, her hip and waist, her chest… the chest he used to always judge when they were younger, now he was fondling it, and it felt really good. Part of her was really upset at that, she wasn’t sure if she regretted it or couldn’t accept that she was thoroughly enjoying it. She let out a whimper when his hand let go, and instead snaked down to her inner thigh to lift her leg, and adjust himself between her legs, he knew it was dangerous territory, because he was only wearing some sweatpants and well… she would probably feel a lot. She tried to look, but when she lowered her chin he left her neck and went for her mouth, kissing her with a familiar devotion, in truth, it felt no different than when he trusted her to guard with him in battle, the connection was already there, and it felt so nice.
The troublesome part however, was how they were so tight up against each other, with their bodies that close, she felt so nervous and sensitive, and concerned when she realized if he kept doing this the way he did, he was going to be able to feel her wetness, because he had just lifted her leg and she was wearing a skirt. Oh god she was wearing a skirt. The moment he noticed she enjoyed when he pressed his hips between her legs, he repeated the motion, again and again. That was so like him, she had to say she was very impressed, but she didn’t buy it, she was convinced he had never done stuff like this with other girls, and she was convinced he knew that she knew, and she was convinced they were both now doing this out of pure personal interest.
That sunk into her very timely, because he kind of stopped, pulled away and looked into her eyes, he looked embarrassed. “Maka?” He spoke with a slightly choked tone, “Yes?” she exhaled before she queried, and that sounded just so sexy.
“A-About what I said… I lied.” He confessed, he might’ve been getting carried away, but the more they kept going, the more intimate, the worse he felt about having lied. But his concerns were washed out like water on fire when she smiled at him so dearly. “I know.”
When he kind of stopped, it was because his hand still brushed at her side and chest, much more delicately yet very erotically. She couldn’t keep focus so she let out a soft moan, his eyes danced from her face to her chest. His hand went back to her thigh and held her leg firmly against the side of his hip. He looked back her face and unexpectedly thrusted his hips forward, sliding them back slowly, rubbing just on the right spots for both, even he let out a breathless groan.
Maka winced at this, taken aback by the sudden sensation, she wanted to Maka chop him right then and there, but she couldn’t focus on anything, he, he was so determined and it was really attractive. “Yeah? Then if you knew why did you ask me to do this?” The redundancy in his question explained he just wanted to hear her say it, and she hesitated, she didn’t answer, all she could really do was gasp when she could barely think. “Why did you, Maka?” Hearing her name coming from his mouth in a breath like that really did something in her, a knot tightened under her navel and air stilled in her lungs, she gasped again. “S-Soul I-…” She spread her legs more and bucked her hips without thinking, longing for that pleasing friction that sent sparks up to her belly button and burning heart. “I hate the idea of you touching other girls.” She confessed, bucking her hips again, more delicately rubbing her pelvis against his confined length.
He did as she did, slowly and shamelessly rubbing his boner against her underwear, much less desperately than she had been. He didn’t remember seeing this anywhere, but it just felt so right so he didn’t want to stop doing it, everything, from the physical feeling in his pants to how Maka’s breath changed in an nonuniform manner, the heat their bodies emanated and the enveloping sweetness of their soul resonance. Porno and movies can go to hell, what they were experiencing just now was far beyond blissful, something so sanctifying, he could not imagine of touching other girls. “Hell no-“ He grunted, “I don’t want to touch other girls.” He reassured himself as much as he reassured her. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Maka stretch out her arms, he hadn’t realized he’d been so far from her this whole time they’d been dry humping, they were talking sure, and it helped hold her leg and support himself with his right foot off the couch, but seeing her asking for his embrace, hell, he regretted ever pulling away from her. He leaned in and she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him in to kiss.
They quickly began making out, and though it was steady, the feeling of his clothed boner pressed right against her soft and wet skin was starting to become more torturous than pleasant, the friction wasn’t enough anymore, and the silky smooth liquid of hers was bleeding through the fabric and coating his dick. He was nervous, could he even ask her for that? It was dangerous too, they didn’t have protection. What could he do? He heard Maka moan …What could they do? What time was it? None of that mattered. He was starting to feel desperate but more because Maka kept moaning and whimpering so sweetly, and her hand gripped on his sleeve and he could tell she wanted- “More…” She whined between kisses so lushly, it was a sound straight to his dick.
He pulled away to look down between their bodies, and he wondered if they’d skipped steps. His look raised back at her face and he breathed hard, the bashful expression of her face… It drove him crazy. Sitting back on his left heel, he kept his upper body closer to her, then he began to tentatively work his hands to unbutton her shirt, pulling it from where it remained tucked inside her skirt against her navel. “Ah, Soul…”
Unbuttoned, he took a look at a completely new world, Maka’s chest… she wore a white thin strapped bra decorated with a lace ribbon over her sternum. This might be weird to think, but part of him felt like this view was always meant just for him, because he didn’t imagine a world in which anyone else could understand or love her the way he did, and therefore no one else deserved to see this but him. Ah… you earn things in life right? This was sure a hell of a reward. Jeez Soul, have you always been this possessive? Or are these the charms of a woman? Of Maka? He started to seriously regret ever acting like he took her for granted, like he didn’t have interest in her, he was just so scared of being pulled down into these feelings, into this moment, a random Sunday evening between her arms, between her legs. Sweet Death, this was his life now.
They had been rushing in like horndogs into the moment and she felt partly ashamed of that, but now, the way he was staring at her body with such astonishment and… love, then back at her face, it made her feel something suddenly fill her heart with sparks, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. The warmth of their resonance collapsed over her, and it felt so thrilling yet comforting. Just when she tried to extend her arms again to ask to hold him he pretty much pounced to fall into her arms, he grunted against her ear and that sent shivers up her spine, his left hand wrapped behind her neck and his right hand glided down between their stomachs. Much more confidently, his hand snaked under her skirt and reached for the elastic of her panties, pulling them down from the side and sliding from side to side to completely pull them off. “Soul…” She moaned into his ear, followed by whimpers in reaction to him now kissing her neck again. She brought her knees together as he continued his efforts of pulling her underwear down her legs, and successfully he freed one of the legs, leaving the piece of clothing to hang from her ankle.
“Tell me Maka,” He paused to take a breath, pulling away to look at her face. “How do I touch you?” His question made her heart skip a beat, specially because at the same time he placed his index, middle and ring finger right over her already wet outer folds, just a tap, but that was enough to make her gasp. “Hah! Soul-“ She moaned, “Right there, just-“ She couldn’t even specify, she really couldn’t think now. Bravely, she brought her shaky hand to his, and placed her fingers over his, guiding his middle and ring finger lower and his thumb to her clit.
He got the message, it was up to him now, so he decided to explore, familiarize his fingers with that part of her body, while he continued to kiss her neck. His pads slid up and down, trying to identify what parts he was touching, every single movement he did sent her into suppressed whines. He very much enjoyed that. her pleased noises and choked breaths. Curiously, he dipped his ring finger inside what he now knew was her entrance, and hell, the sweet squirm she let out reminded him of his now painful erection.
He was desperate, he tried ignoring it but he could no longer do so, strangely, making her feel good brought pleasure and desperation to himself. So he pushed two fingers in, and didn’t wait for her to settle, instead he kept pumping moans out of her. Involuntarily he pressed his dick against the back of his own hand, so close and so far. He had to ask now or never, “Maka-“ but before he did, he realized she hadn’t even seen or felt his dick, so how could he even ask to be inside her? Fuck, at this point, any part of her body would do, all he had to do was ask. His lungs froze and his eyes widened when without him saying anything, her soft, warm hand slipped inside his sweatpants, inside his boxers, and when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled it up, fuck, he closed his eyes and rolled them back. “Maka-“ He choked out her name, for a moment he stopped working his hands but when he realized and wasn’t a deer in the headlights again, he resumed, kind of more aggressively, he remembered she had placed his thumb against her clit, so he brought it up to that spot and started giving a few rubs.
The knot in her belly tightened again, pulling all the way from her actual stomach, that felt so damn good. She was losing focus, so her grip on his dick was much tighter, less careful. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it right, she kept pumping at his shaft, but when he pulled his hips back, she gripped at the top right under his glans, and by the way he breathed out her name, she could tell that was the spot. That was the maximum brainpower she could use in that moment, so much she felt a little proud of herself, so she continued to jerk him off more intently. As much as she was making him feel, he was making her feel, because waves of unexpected pleasure hit her deep against her cervix, and she could feel the pressure forming inside. It was so lewd, the embarrassment and pleasure and love, it was becoming too- overwhelming, she couldn’t sense or care about anything else around her.
“-Maka!” Soul yelled out and soon she felt a warm thick liquid jet from his tip against her palm and wrist. For a few seconds more, refusing to be distracted from his job but definitely affected, he thrusted his fingers in harder and faster, and it was the mixture of that and the oh-so-good rubs that threw her over the finish line, pushing her into her own orgasm. She couldn’t help it, she didn’t want to help it, she moaned out his name loud and long enough for the neighbors to hear.
Even after having just ejaculated, that made Soul feel an amazing amount of love and pleasure, and he swooned his chest above hers and held her so close with the arm he had kept behind her neck, all while his fingers were clenched by her insides and he was just fine and warm right there.
Heavy breathing filled the room, for a while. They didn’t move and it was perfect, it was perfect and they wouldn’t want it any other way, and she knew he didn’t either. Her left arm surrounded his back and she pulled him in more, as if she wanted to merge with him. His back rose and fell with both their breaths, trying his best to not squish the air out of her. The two closed their eyes, and without noticing, they sulked into sleep.
Only for a short time, though, because Maka realized they had to clean up before… things dried up. So she wiggled and grabbed at Soul’s shoulder, shaking him a little. “…Soul?”
A long growl exited his throat, and a few seconds later he pulled back, looking at her with the most tired face she had ever seen. “We should clean up.” She stated, nervously expecting some kind of contribution from him. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “…Okay.” He agreed, taking his hand away from between her legs and his other from behind her neck, he pulled back to sit over his heels and wiped sweat from his forehead with his wrist. Maka slid her butt over the couch to sit up, but she didn’t take her eyes off of him, and she smiled. “Are you hungry?” She asked, and smiled wider when his face perked up at the mention of food. “Yeah me too.” She giggled, and gosh, was that not so adorable. He leaned in and kissed her nose, making her open her eyes and look at him stunned. “Let’s go wash up first.”
Around 20 minutes after, the newly refreshed couple was already sharing cooking chores in the kitchen, laughs and giggles echoed inside.
“Can you pass me the salt, Maka?” Soul asked as he stirred the pan, but he kept getting distracted looking down because his feet were cold against the kitchen floor. Maka walked toward him and set a pair of fluffy sandals next to his feet, then placed the salt next to him over the counter, pecked a little kiss against his cheek close to his mouth and walked away toward the fridge and was taking out some vegetables to slice, while eating some cherry tomatoes.
Soul smiled, his chest felt just so warm around her, the feeling wasn’t much different but he felt an amount of fulfillment he didn’t believe he would ever reach. “Thanks.” He muttered, continuing his work at the stove.
“Of course.” She replied, approaching him once more to offer him a cherry tomato, which he happily bit into his mouth from her fingers.
The day was cold, but the room was warm with them together in it.
Since that day, Maka felt a new strange need to be close to him more often, of tapping his shoulder or settling her chin on his shoulder, of intertwining her pinky finger with his or when in privacy hugging him from behind when he was doing something, and Soul, although usually awkward about physical touch with anyone, reciprocated every single time. Even when in public, specially when in public, back then he would’ve been weird about it and his pride, about how he had to keep his game or something, but once their feelings were clear with each other, he no longer cared about talking about his dating life at all. They didn’t quite formalize, only mentioning being together if anyone tried to approach either of them with dating intentions. They just allowed themselves to be romantic toward each other, which had been something they’d avoided out of fear. They were pretty much normal, comfortable and close as they’d always been, except they were much more touchy now. Way more touchy… Weekends were never boring anymore, that’s for sure.