So I was thinking ‘why the heck not?’ I mean seriously it is 4 am… What the fuck am I doing with my life?
Well, here you go:
“Maka, you don’t get it. THE GUY CAN PLAY THE PIANO WITH HIS FUCKING TOES!” 10 minutes. He has been going off about this for 10 god damned minutes, and it’s ridiculous
“Like how the FUCK DOES ONE LEARN THAT SHIT?! Maka-”
Soul stopped as soon as she was standing right behind him, where he was watching the toe-pianist on YouTube. That’s when he felt his breath hitch in his throat, fearing that she would slam the book she was currently reading upon his face. What he did not expect, however, was for her to bend down and kiss him on the cheek. He could tell, just by the hot feeling he felt pooling in his face, that he was as red as a tomato.
“Ugh… you[re cute when you geek out.” And with that, she left the room they were in, and him sitting there frustrated and confused. Who in the fuck kisses a guy, and then just leaves? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
You’d think that after 2 damn weeks, and being 24 years old,
he would be over it, but no. He just had to get confused and flustered and sexually frustrated and… WAIT WHAT?! No, bad Soul. You absolutely do not think of your partner like that.
His thoughts were interrupted when said girl knocked at his door. “Hey Soul?” Usually he’d say something like ‘What do you want?’ or ‘I’m busy.’ but this time, something was wrong. He could tell by the tone of her voice, she was really upset right now. So instead of being his usual dickbag self, he got up, and opened the door.
“Maka is everything-”
She had been crying. A lot. “Jeez, what the hell happened?”
“My fav… favorite… ch-character d-died.” She sniffled and tried wiping away her tears, but Soul beat her to it. He chuckled and pulled her into a gentle embrace.
“Do you want to talk about it over some cocoa?” She sniffled a little more before she nodded her head in agreement, and let Soul drag her into the kitchen. “How do you want it, extra chocolaty or normal?”
“Chocolaty.” She stood next to him as he made their cocoas, and told him in little sobbed fragments how cruel Fred Weasley’s death was, and how he didn’t deserve it. When Soul was finished making the cocoa, he took her into the living room, where they sat on the couch sharing a blanket.
“Okay, I know it sucks, but you’re going to be alright.” She looked up at him from the spot where she was nuzzled against his chest, and started to cry a little more.
“But you don’t get it! He’s gone! And it’s so sad and-”
“It’s going to be okay.” He tilted her chin up so he could look her in the eyes, and then cupped her cheeks with his hands. He slowly wiped her tears away with his thumbs, and didn’t pay any attention to her moving her cocoa to the table along side his, almost as if she were moving it out of the way.
Maka took his hands in hers, and rubbed them between her fingers. He was studying her every move, wary of how gentle she was being. He looked to see past her blank expression, trying to reach out to her soul. He still couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he wanted to test something. Maybe…
He took a hold of her hands, snapping her back to reality, and kissed them very gently, going from the knuckles to her finger tips. He waited for her response, whether it would be the nastiest Maka Chop he’s ever been through or something else, he didn’t care. He just needed to know how she felt (even though he would prefer the ‘something else’).
She looked at him with her eyes wide, but not angry. She looked at him as if she was was searching for something,making his mind race. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was gentle, but longing. It was slow, but quick. It was strange but… right.
They pulled apart, and then they both started to laugh. Maka was the first to say something. “Thank you.”
“For what?” She crawled over to him and sat in his lap, receiving a playful grunt from him, causing her to uncharacteristically giggle.
“Being good at dealing with other geeks.”
“I am not a geek!’ He puffed out his cheeks and made a puppy dog face, which just led to Maka kissing him again.
“Th toe-pianist?” She raised her eyebrows at him, which was followed by another Soul-pouty face.
“It was cool…”
“And you are adorable.”
THE FLUFFINESS! THE FEELS! IT’S 4 AM! I AM TIRED! I LOVED IT AND I CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT!