A couple of days ago I reblogged this post and people actually wanted to see this happening so I did it. I hope you people like it!
#i bet she wanted to feed him
Mouthful of innuendo
Soul turned on his heel and he saw his meister in a beautiful dark blue
dress. “The last time Shibusen threw a ball, you disappeared. I thought
smiled gently toward her and faced the dark city only lit up by
streetlamps and the light from within the homes of Death City residents.
“I have.” He spoke softly. “Just needed to cool off. The room’s like a
“You got a
point there.” Maka joined him by the railing and placed her plate of
food on the flat surface. He glanced and he saw pasta on lettuce,
dumplings and… raw salmon. His eyebrow twitched at the sight. She
doesn’t like raw fish the slightest. The smell makes her nauseous and he
remembered one time he accidentally slipped and dropped salmon on her
face, she ran into the bathroom refluxing.
stabbed her fork into the pasta and rolled it around her fork. “It’s
nice.” She lifted her fork and ate the pasta from her fork.
finished chewing and swallowed before she faced her puzzled weapon.
“It’s nice. With peace finally being restored.” Her gaze moved away from
him and toward the dark moon in the sky. “Even if it came with a
gone by since the moon was sealed, and every night when the moon would
appear, he often found her staring off sadly toward the dark moon with
thoughts of their friend who left far too early. Chrona was someone
precious to Maka, which is why it hurt him so to look at her. That day,
she lost someone very important to her and he hated it with a passion.
For her to hurt so pained him because it was painfully obvious he would
forever be caged in the friendzone. Never something more. He’d made it
as obvious as he could at the celebration he was into her, but she
brushed it off so easily by changing the subject.
not over yet.” He grabbed her attention and smirked wide toward her.
“We’ll figure something out. It wouldn’t be cool to leave a friend
sealed away on the moon, right?”
worked since a small smile grew on her face. “You’re right. We’ll
figure something out.” She stabbed her fork into a piece of raw salmon
and lifted it toward him. “Now open up.”
Soul’s eyes fluttered and he backpedalled away from the fork. “Wow.”
“What?” Maka retrieved her fork from his lips. “You like salmon.”
It wasn’t the salmon that was the cause of his troubles. “Didn’t you bring two forks?”
Her eyes darted away from his and she looked back inside where couples
danced and legal meisters and weapons drunk expensive champagne. “I
didn’t think of that.” Her blond hair whipped in her face as she faced
her weapon again. Her emerald eyes sparkled like the stars in the night.
“I don’t mind if we share, do you?”
His mind flashed back to her rosy lips caressing the metal of the fork as she brought the pasta inside of her mouth.
Was he fine with indirectly kissing his willing meister? Hell yes.
it’s fine.” He leaned toward the fork and opened his mouth and Maka
moved the fork into his mouth. His lips met the metal and his heart
twirled, thinking his lips indirectly met hers. She removed the fork
from his mouth and he chewed the salmon thoroughly.
was beyond him. Beyond his wetdreams involving his hot meisters. New
doors were open and he could picture himself lying on his bed with his
head resting on Maka’s exposed thighs. Maka dressed in black lacy
lingerie and a plat full with raw fish she feeds him.
How he want that to be true.
felt awesome. Being alone with his meister who he has a large crush on
and being fed his favourite food item. The simple fact that Maka hates
raw fish with a passion and unexpectedly grabbed him salmon and is now
feeding it to him, meant the world to him.
She pierced the last salmon piece and held it up toward him. Soul opened his mouth and―
The balcony doors slam open and Liz appeared looking distressed. “Maka.” She quickly panted her name. “It’s Blair.”
no!” Maka exclaimed and dropped the fork on the plat. “I’ll be back.”
Maka pulled up the hem of her dress and both the young women disappeared
inside of the hall.
Soul sighed heavily and picked up the fork.
Of course the lovely moment had to be interrupted by something.
The little freedom he had from the friendzone was a glance into a world
of being Maka Albarn’s boyfriend. How he would love to be her b―
glad you two finally took it to the next level.” Beside him joined
Tsubaki and rested her elbows on the railing. “Black*Star especially
since he just won 100 dollars.”
Soul cocked his eyebrow quizzically toward the woman. “What?”
and Maka. Feeding someone food is a very intimate act to Japanese
people.” Tsubaki tilted her head and her eyes fluttered. “You did know
“N―” He stopped.
Intimate act. Maka is Japanese. She knows Japanese things.
Oh. Oh. OH!
shoved the last piece of salmon into his mouth and quickly swallowed
it. “I got to go.” Soul ran inside in searched for the meister who
appeared to feel not so platonic about him.
Time to break out from the friendzone!