Soul X Maka Short Part Story
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Note: Small and short stories depicting around love. Love between our favorite couple Soul and Maka. And... This are just random thoughts you can add yours and message me if you want something. Will give you credits of course. Love you!
'Blush'
Maka The thought of how he called her name every damn time, made her crazy. How it sounded so low yet was pleading for something. How he happily yelled her name. How he angrily muttered her name every time they had a fight, which was the reason above it all of why her cheeks fluster every time she's angry at him.
"MAKA!" Speak of the devil, that familiar tone of anger in her name, massaged her heart as she was startled from her deep thoughts, she turned to face the voice behind her, leaving the sight of falling rain drops on the window pane. She found it sexy every time he called her name like that.
"What?"
"Don't what me, Maka. Why do you always leave the dishes as if they're gonna clean themselves, it's your damn turn!" With the right amount of time, her cheeks flustered pink from his tone of voice, shifting her thoughts to her rage mode.
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"Soul" She knocked twice on his door, it was Saturday. For Maka needed transportation to buy some groceries, they were running out of fruits and milk as always. But there was no answer from the other side nor any shuffling. "Soul... Hey, Soul... You okay?" Lost her patience, she slowly walked inside the bright room. For the first time, stunned from the cleanliness of his room which she thought was full of something rotten.
Silent in any view and only the wall clock wheezing a small 'Tik', she turned her head on his bed. The familiar color of silver white flipped on the blanket with his eyes closed and shivering from the dropping temperature.
"Soul... Why are you shivering?" Placing her hand on his neck, he was heating. "Shit! You're so hot! I'm gonna get a towel... Wait for me" But before she could leave, a steamed hand grasped her wrist.
"M-maka... Maka... D-don't leave me. Please" He squeezed her hand tighter with affection, a small curl on her lips and the familiar tint of pink on her cheeks remained until she stayed as long as he wants to, even if they don't have any milk left.
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How she loved chewing her favorite strawberry dipped cream biscuits. A small bite of fresh strawberries with creamed biscuits, it was the only thing that kept her from being gloomy. Pocky. Munching another stick, she started studying once again. But further eyes of red wine watching every single munch of the biscuit, crossed arms on the table and face rested. He was facing her. Watching how she munch and licked her lips.
Curious of what was she crazy about this Pocky, she lifted himself from laziness and gazed on his meister properly. "Hey, Maka... Is Pocky really that good?"
Tilting her head on the left and right, knowing any good of understanding, she munched another stick. "Yeah, wanna try it? Here" She handed a box of the strawberry scented biscuits but Soul puts it away, because he wanted the stick left hanging on her mouth.
He clasped forward and then placed his hands on her shoulders, munching the hanging piece of stick on her mouth bit by bit until he could taste the sweet taste of her own strawberries. Pulling away, he wiped his lips with his fore arm.
"Surely is delicious" Dumbfounded enough from the bloody red faced meister.
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"Beautiful, let's go!" Soul enthusiastically cracked a grin while walking with Maka on his side. He constantly found out how to tease her once again. Maka was once used to being insulted but with a change of heart, she even felt more embarrassed by the fact that Soul was teasing her on the opposite way which she's not so used to.
"Stop calling me that!" A shade of pink on her pale cheeks, she looked away before he could see it. Trying to hide a laugh from her failed attempt. "What? You mean beautiful? Nah, hey sexy... After lunch we need to meet with Stein"
Another layer of pink tinted on her cheeks. "Stop it! I mean... Just shut the fuck up! I mean... Stop teasing me" With that, Soul suddenly stopped walking and faced her. Inches away from the reddened face.
"I am not teasing you, I'm telling the truth... Right? Kind woman" The shade of red turned darker if that's possible.
"Err... K-kind?"
"Kind... As in, your heart, mind and soul... Kind enough for someone so sexy and beautiful like you"
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"Fuck! M-my dad! He's on his way!" Maka hurriedly shuffled away from their shared bed with a sheet of blanket covering her naked body. Scrambling every bits of their stripped clothes. Soul on the other hand, draped his feet hanging on the other side while watching his wife scramble everywhere.
"What? Don't just watch there! Help me! Papa's coming" But Soul continued watching her scramble all over the room. "Soul! Hurry up!" Stooping to get her top, a pair of arms was wrapped around her waist. "S-soul!" A cackle of laughter tickled her throat. "Soul! That t-tickles. Stop it!"
Until to the point that Maka landed on the bed once again, straddling Maka by the waist, Soul continued tickling her waist. "Maka" He softly whispered, the flustered face smiled in glee. "What?"
"Maka... I'm your husband since yesterday, so what if your papa finds out. He knows what'll happen after the wedding, right?" He chuckled as he sent soft butterfly kisses on her neck.
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"You're late" Crossed armed weapon with his voice dead serious, Maka slowly closed the door with a slight giggle. "I'm so sorry, Soul-kun. Tee-he" More sounding like Blair, Soul realized what was wrong with her.
"Are you... Drunk?" He walked over to her, and placed the half empty bottle of alcohol on the divider. "No" A cackle of laughter silenced the air.
"Alright... Let's get you to bed. What were you thinking, drinking? You know you suck in drinking, right?" Her eyes slowly fluttering open and closed, he didn't waited for an answer. Instead, he picked up a basin and then couldn't find Maka. "Shit!" He bitterly muttered, settling the basin on the table. "Maka!" He viciously yelled.
"Soul-kun, looking for me?" He froze on his position, to find out Maka wearing a black corset and a very short black skirt. Soul could guess she doesn't have anything under. He snapped out of what he saw and figured she's just drunk.
"Maka... What the fuck are you wearing?" He rubbed his forehead as Maka slowly walked down on the short stair case, pushing Soul by the couch, she leaped on his lap. Drawing patterns on his covered chest.
"Soul... Do you know why I drank?"
"It's because I am dead seriously hurt that you're dating... You didn't even told me. Lucky me, I found out before Black Star did" She sobbed and Soul felt in awe when it was rather his fault after all.
"Maka... I... I didn't know"
"Soul-kun, for once... Have you ever noticed me as a woman?" Soul didn't answered, instead Maka left her position and started back on the stair case but not until a pair of arms hugged her from behind.
"Maka... I didn't know that you love me just as much as I love you. I was scared that I am the only single guy in our group. Maka, I thought I was just your best friend... I didn't know we both wanted the same thing" He softly whispered, her heart rose to her throat. Feeling sober and not drunk at all, she was ready to claim him.
"Go back to the couch"
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How she felt really shy and embarrassed every time a pair of red crimson sharp eyes was watching her from afar every time she eats, reads and breathe. She felt uncomfortable under his gaze as if she was getting killed.
"Soul, will you stop looking at me!" Both were walking away from the tall building of Nevada. "Looking at you? Who said I was looking at you?"
"I can fucking feel your soul, Soul!" With that Soul stopped walking and remained on his position. "And will you hurry up, it's getting hot"
"I'm not staring at you. I was staring on... This" He trailed his fingers on her pink rosy lips, a sharp shiver on her spine tickled her body. With a sudden move, he kissed her rosy lips until it turned sore.