Hello, hello, and welcome to my first fanfic! That's right, my first. I don't plan on it being too long (obviously since it is only a little over 400 words in the first chapter), but we'll see where it goes. There is a little bit of lime so far, and I haven't decided if there'll be lemon... We'll see where it goes.
Disclaimer: This is a fan-based story. Soul Eater and it's characters are owned by Funimation, Atsushi Ōkubo and Yen Press, (and any other company I couldn't find on the internet) not me.
It was cold. Maka was vaguely aware of that, but she felt so hot. Why was it so warm? She opened her eyes and was in instant shock. She was staring at the white stripes that adorned Death the Kid's hair as he was snuggled up against her in a bed. Maka nearly screamed, but as the drowsiness faded, she regained her sense of logic. 'We're on a trip…' she thought, still stunned, 'We only ended up renting one room by mistake, and we're all sharing the same bed. Kid must have gotten cold and grabbed on to the nearest source of heat. Unfortunately, that happened to be me.' Maka gently dislodged Kid's arms from around her and pushed him over closer to his weapons, Liz and patty. The Thompson sisters were huddled close together as well with Tsubaski inching nearer as well. The only one who didn't seemed bothered by the cold was Black*Star who was sleeping spread out on top of the blankets.
Maka was now free of the intense heat, but she felt another's arms wrapped around her. "Soul." She whispered with an annoyed tone. He was spooning her, his arms wrapped around her tightly, and one of his hands resting on one of her breasts. Maka's face turned bright red at the realization of it. 'It's a good thing everyone else is asleep' she thought. She struggled to get free, but Soul just held her closer. He was so strong. 'He's not doing it on purpose…' Maka told herself, 'He's just shifting in his sleep.' She struggled more, but the more she moved, the more firmly Soul would hold her. His head had ducked down and Maka could now feel his breath on her neck. Warm and moist and slow…this coupled with his now firm grip on her bosom caused her to gasp.
Maka shook her head, regaining herself. 'If I can't get free, then I need to at least get into a better position.' Maka shifted in Soul's arms and managed to turn completely around to face him. With their legs now tangling around each other, it wasn't an ideal position, but Maka settled for it. She pulled her arms in close to herself, resting them in between her chest and Soul's chest. She huffed before closing her eyes. She knew it would probably be an awkward morning when everyone woke up