Annyeong (hello), dear readers! Thank you all so much for taking the time to read this fic! The length of the story/how many chapters I will write depends on your feedback, so please comment or message me your thoughts! I have prepared for two alternate endings, so if it is requested of me to upload both, I will!

Please enjoy!

K.T.

Chapter One: You Really Don't Remember

The subtle rise and fall of his masculine chest as he breathed, barely audible and ever soothing, told her sleep had taken him. She languidly observed him from the other end of the couch where she had awoken only moments prior, admiring the stillness of her secret subject of infatuation and roommate as he dreamed. A single blanket laid over them both, leaving the way their legs entangled an utter mystery. Light from the television scattered over his features, seemingly disturbing his slumber if only slightly, before Maka finally coaxed herself into grabbing for the remote on the coffee table to end the needless display. She heard a gruff hum of approval and directed her gaze upon him once more, a small lamp now the only source of light. She somnolently admired him as he seemed blissful in his sleep. She scanned over his rugged features, taking her time as this kind of moment was rare for them. Or rather, had been rare. Soul had taken to spending more and more time with her, like they were close, which they weren't. Or … they hadn't been. Maka was addled by his forwardness as of late. She remembered how he once spoke of how utterly boring and unattractive she was; this being the reason he had chosen to live with her in the first place, so as not to ruin any kind of 'roommate relations', ending in a crummy separation of ways. In short, there was no way he would bed her, so he wouldn't have to worry about breaking her heart later on and going through the grueling process of finding somewhere else to live.

It had hurt then and it was hurting her still, knowing she would never obtain his affections, but she had come to accept this. Soul's contradicting actions, however, were giving her a constipated feeling of hope. It made her almost unbearably sad and want to jump for joy at the same time. She was unsure of his intentions if he had any at all, but how could she push him away when all she craved was a meager bit of his time. He could just be toying with her. Perhaps he had found out about her unrequited liking toward him and thought that this - whatever this was - would be a good way to pass the time. She had to brace herself. But … what if, hypothetically speaking, he was genuine.

She glanced longingly back at the long, masculine figure as he lay in a state of comfortable comatose. He was like some fictitious character from one of her books. He had smooth, sun-kissed skin with gorgeous naturally white hair that she wanted very much to run her hands through. He adorned a rigid jaw line that currently hung loose, strong cheek bones and sinfully attractive lips, hiding sharp shark-like teeth that she had never seen on any other human being in her life. They looked dangerous but ever so sensuous. She really liked his nose, it was lengthy and thin just like the rest of him. She traveled up the bridge of his nose to the long, white eyelashes and thick brows that usually lay hidden behind his fringe, but lucky for her, a slim, black headband held them from his face. Maka's favourite feature, though, were his vicious orbs of breathtaking merlot, which she slowly came to realize were currently staring right back at her. The air caught in her throat as it had dawned on her that he had been watching her watch him for quite some time.

Breathtaking was right.

"Hey." He smirked at her as shamrock lay wide. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. She waited as their staring match continued for an unknown amount of time until Soul was forced to blink from a yawn, pulling Maka from the trance. She quickly tried to make her escape by first turning her head from him followed by a failed attempt to move her legs from underneath the blanket only to be trapped by his. She heard him chuckle in that way that he did, the way that made her toes curl and her mouth dry, the way that made her light headed and had her wanting to hit her chest to get her heart beating again. It was insane the effect he had on her.

"Hey." He repeated, nudging her inner thigh with his huge toes. So that's where his foot was. She squeaked at the feel, as it was a little too close to her private area for comfort. She felt his foot move down her leg a bit as he sat up. Hooking his right foot under a knee and the other behind her back, he swiftly scooted her to him in one quick motion. Maka gasped slightly at the movement, noticing he basically had her in his lap now. Sputtering and fumbling for a moment, she sat on her knees as she faced towards him, his upper body still seemingly towering over her, until she made to move off of the couch. She slowly turned from him, her left foot hitting the floor as she made to escape to her room, only to be held back by both of his muscular arms around her waist. Soul's chin rested on her right shoulder as he drew her into his chest.

"Hey." He cooed into her ear, sending chills to sweep down her spine. She wiggled helplessly for a moment, discomfort apparent, but unattended.

"H-hey." She muttered sheepishly.

"How was your nap?" He asked.

She wished he wouldn't do this to her. He was always a little bit of a flirt, especially when drowsy and his voice was at it's lowest and gruffest and ... sexiest. He was aware of the weaknesses of a woman, and that damn velvet that rumbled in his chest made simple words like, 'hey,' sound like the meaning to a secret of long ago. It gave one a horrid feeling of hope, one that came without validation. If the sound of his voice had this kind of impact on a mind usually kept realistic, she didn't want to know what else it could do. She knew, though, that he'd never truly be interested in her. It was why they had become roommates in the first place. He wasn't attracted to her in that way ... or any way really. She was pretty sure that he saw her as nothing more than a walking, talking, cooking, and cleaning encyclopedia. This mockery of her feelings would most likely break her one day.

She felt his nose nudge her cheek to get her attention, making her realize she had yet to answer his question.

"Um, good! It was good..." She cleared her throat uncomfortably as she turned further from him, feeling her face heat up. She was sure that she was blushing madly.

"Good." The quiet of the room began to give her an itch after a few seconds as she came to the conclusion that he would not be releasing her from his hold anytime soon.

"H-how was yours?" she stuttered out, making him chuckle once again. She had managed to slowly turn and let her other leg off the couch. He pulled her in closer as his right leg came up and rested over the both of hers, trapping her even more thoroughly.

She swore he only did this for her body heat and to make her uncomfortable. He hadn't done it often, but once he had been acquainted with the frazzled and rosy Maka, it had become a sort of pastime for him. He uncharacteristically had been doing it a lot more recently, ever since that party they had gone to at Liz and Patty's a few weeks back. He had been seemingly clearing his schedule for her; would lightheartedly tease her by tugging her pigtails as she read; would lift her up over his shoulder as she were off to bed only to declare a movie night on the couch, ending in tangled legs holding her hostage and a snuggle as he pried conversation from her. He had tickled her once, too. That had concluded badly. They ended up on the floor, him looming over her as his god-like fingers brutally and mercilessly attacked her weakest points, ripping from her the laughter she desperately tried to hide. Somewhere between the lines, he had moved in a lot closer than she had anticipated and they had bonked heads - hard - resulting in headaches for both of them. He addled her.

"Good." He hummed. Maka tensed and her eyes widened as she felt his mouth close in over the nape of her neck, pressing a firm kiss to it. "Really good." Maka unconsciously tried to move away only to be held in place by the waist. Soul's right hand traveled up her side to land on the opposing side of her neck, bringing her back to where he could assault her sweet skin. Maka shivered as he kissed her again in the same place, followed by his tongue slowly gliding over her. "Amazing even."

He had to be drunk or something. That was the only explanation she could think of. There was no way he would actively decide in good state of mind to make sexual advances toward her. Would he? See, this was dangerous - he was dangerous - and he made her question herself.

"R-re-really?" She squeaked out as he kissed up her jaw, bringing his lips to her ear and lightly sucking on its lobe.

"Mhmm. I had a really good dream, too." He stated as he glided back down her neck again to connect with her shoulder.

Maka's head went to close the gap to cut him off with success, forcing him to back away slightly.

"What was it about?" she asked, trying to avert his attention.

Their relationship was weird, it left her constantly on edge and unsure of where they stood. It seemed as if he had just magically decided that they were to be the closest of the close, chummiest of chums, but she can't, for the life of her, remember an instance in which would suddenly change his mind from uncaring to devoted.

Were they just roommates or were they friends? But then again, did friends do these kinds of 'things' together? She had heard of friends with benefits before, so maybe this was it. But wasn't there supposed to be some sort of spoken agreement to solidify the terms so that they both knew what was going on? She didn't know what was going on. And didn't friends do more than hang out just within the confines of their apartment? Maybe he thought they were roommates with benefits. That was a weird thought. She didn't like the sound of that. She grimaced, which Soul noticed and decided to sit back for a bit; give her some room to breathe.

Finally at ease from the bit of space given as he sighed and leaned back into the arm of the couch, his arms both back wrapped tightly around her waist, Maka loosened up a tad.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked her, a little amused and a little irritated. She could feel his impatience growing, though she wasn't sure why, but she felt as if she had upset him. Maka nodded in response, only to hear him blow out a frustrated sigh.

"Well, I was at a party, music blasting, lights dimmed and I was watching this absolutely gorgeous girl on the dance floor who had had two too many I think. She was laughing and enjoying herself and she spotted me over against the wall, sober and tired and ready to leave, and she came over, grabbed my hand, and yanked me out on the dance floor." Maka listened as images flashed through her mind's eye. This was all sounding oddly familiar.

"We had fun and danced and I ended up taking her home because she was too drunk to go by herself and, well, I'm a gentleman. She kissed me goodnight, telling me how much she wanted me in her bed." Maka blushed furiously at where this was going, fully aware of the tightening of Soul's hands as they rested on her side. She wasn't used to conversing over such sensual topics, especially with a male ... that she had feelings for. An attractive male that she had feelings for. An attractive male who was holding her around the waist with his large, comforting hands on their couch that she had feelings for was talking erotic fantasies to her. Soul chuckled at her reaction, noting the hue of her cheeks before continuing.

"So, she let me in, but before anything too risqué could happen, she suddenly ran to the bathroom. She threw up as I held her hair back and she told me what a good boyfriend I'd make. Then we ended up dating. The end. That was the quick version." He finished, pulling Maka slowly to him only to be halted by her sudden resistance.

"That's an ... interesting dream..." She stated. Soul puffed air out through his nose.

"Are you serious?" he questioned, making Maka turn her head to look at him, confusion spread through her features.

"Pardon?"

"You really don't remember?" Soul sat up, closing most of the already small distance between them, resulting in Maka swiveling her head from him once more. Soul gritted his teeth and grabbed her face with one hand, squishing her cheeks inward and forcing her to look back at him. Her waitrose wide as they met his upset carmine, she shuddered at the feel of Soul's large, warm hands on her. He analyzed her, finding slight fear in her demeanor, and let go.

"You ... you really don't remember."

So, what'd y'all think? I hope you enjoyed! Please R&R! Much love, K.T.

Somnolent - sleepy; drowsy

Addled - unable to think clearly; confused.

Waitrose - a green colour

Carmine - a red colour