AN: You know why I wrote this? 'Cause I felt like it. And there isn't enough of this pairing.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed open the door only to be meet with an offending wall of smoke. He took a deep breath in, it smelled so welcoming, so inviting, he just had to slink in. As he made his way to the stage, he stopped to talk to a short, curvy blonde.
"Hey Babe, your sister here?" The blonde giggled and nodded before pointing to the back. He growled a low thank you as she patted his arm. He tugged at the constricting tie around his neck pausing only when he saw her. Long blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, her bangs framing her gray-blue eyes. His body sang the moment her eyes met his. The two pushed through the crowd until they were together. Yet neither moved to touch the other.
"I see you're on time for once, did you not bring a girl home last night?" She smirked at him as he rolled his eyes.
"No, I just couldn't wait to see you and that lovely outfit. Although it looks much better on the floor or the piano," He paused to grin knowingly at her, "So long as it's not on you." He watched her face blush for a second before she regained her composure.
"I think we have a show to do."
And all is black. The next thing he knew the crowd is gone and it's only the two of them. Her perfect nails ran along his chest and arms and neck as she sings a very different song. He realizes neither are clothed save for the pants around his ankles and his lop-sided red shirt. Her dancer's body is firm and strong, he's gentle only for the sake of his piano. But then she's clutching him to her body as she convulses and it feel like whiskey has been shot directly into his veins as liquid fire lights his nerves and he becomes dizzy.
Red eyes blink rapidly as the sun has decided to optically molest him. Soul groaned then stretched, the position shifted the blankets just enough for him the feel the stickiness between his legs. A hand skimmed its way up his chest before making its way across his jaw. "Did you have sweet dreams?" Soul lazily rolls his head to stare into the same blue eyes as his dream.
"Mhmmm."
"The same one?"
"Mhmmm." Soul purred as his hand snaked its way between her thighs, "Looks like you had it too." She moaned softly, his fingers rubbing the wet spot slowly. The scythe pressed his mouth against the gun's, eager for the sharp taste not quite like gun powder. It wasn't long before their tongues were sliding and twisting together.
Liz pulled away, taking a second to wipe the wetness off the corner of her mouth before muttering thickly in Soul's ear. "You really should looking to playing the piano for a jazz club. We could put on a show. You and me."
"Yeah, I think we could."
AN: I love SoulxLiz.