A/N: This is an attempt at unblocking my writer's block so I can get on with writing Against All Odds. Short, cute, Soul and Maka fic. Please review ^^
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It started with a pair of mittens.
Soul Eater Evans was perched on the edge of the fountain in the city square, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets and a scowl etched on his face.
Winter had set in and as if it wasn't cold enough already, it had started snowing, and his girlfriend was already late. Kicking at the lightly iced cobblestones, Soul was just about ready to head home without her when a pair of boots entered his line of vision.
"Whatcha looking at?"
The white-haired weapon glanced up to be greeted by shimmering green eyes, swathed in wool and dusted with snow. He might have complained about not being able to kiss her hello if she hadn't looked so damn adorable all bundled up like that. With a small smile he recognised it as the scarf he'd given her last Christmas.
"Maka." The warmth in his voice was so not cool, but he didn't really mind. He'd do just about anything for her, and he's got the scar to prove it.
Reaching out to take her hand, Soul frowned as he was met with... more wool? Lifting their hands, he folded back her jacket sleeve to be confronted with a pair of mittens. A pair of mittens with pandas, to be precise.
"Do you like them? Crona gave them to me!"
Her voice was muffled by the scarf, and she swung their clumsily held hands back and forth as she merrily rambled on about her morning with Crona, oblivious to the black storm cloud brewing over Soul's head.
With a rough tug, Soul tore the mitten from her hand, shoving it none-too-gently into his own pocket before linking their fingers together and smiling crookedly at his meister and girlfriend.
Leaning in, he brushed his lips softly against her exposed nose before moving to whisper against her scarf over where he suspected her mouth to be, "mine," in way of an explanation.
Straightening up, Soul yelped in surprise as he was tugged back around, slipping on the ice and landing on his rear in the most uncool manner, dragging Maka down on top of him.
"Geez, Maka! What was that fo—mmf!"
Warm lips collided with his, a soft tongue slipping between them to deepen the kiss ever-so-sweetly before Maka pulled back, grinning triumphantly, "mine."
