This is a little something I wrote for wediecool for her birthday today! Soma.
"Makaaa."
"What, Soul?"
Maka leaned backwards, trying to get a look at what exactly Soul was whining about now.
"Come here," he mumbled, eyes drowsily fluttering, trying to stay awake.
"Cleaning ain't cool, Maka. Come here, pleeeaaaaaase." Soul was practically grumbling, sliding into the pillows that were placed very neatly on the couch. He reached out with his arms, waving desperately in order to maybe trap her and pull her down into his clutches.
Maka knew better.
"No, Soul. No way. I come there, and I'll never get out. You're a monster with a really good grip." Maka was shaking her head furiously, blonde pigtails waving from side.
"Don't be ridiculous, Maka. You can always clean. Now, cuddle!" Soul reached out to tug on the edge of her skirt, but Maka swiftly avoided, moving to the side.
"Maka, no. No using meister thingy-ma-jigs on me." Soul again reached for her waist, and was met with empty air. He turned his head to the left and was met with the view of Maka giggling uncontrollably.
"Are you drunk, Soul?" she asked, moving closer.
"No." he replied shortly, "I just wanna cuddle."
"And sleepy, I'm guessing." Maka was only a few feet away.
Soul tensed, getting ready to catch her as fast as he could. Maka moved a little closer, and he held his arms a bit tighter.
Finally, Maka was a mere 5 inches away from him, and he grabbed her and pulled her onto the couch as fast as he could.
"Caught you!" he sang with delight, "Now cuddle with me!"
"Soul! The cleaning!"
"You can do it later! Stay."
Maka tried getting up, but changed her mind, snuggling into Soul.
"Don't blame me if you start sneezing tomorrow because of all the dust." she whispered.
"Worth it." Soul whispered back.