Hey ya'll! I have become OBSESSED with soul eater recently. ERMERGERD! Like seriously, I watched that anime with like two days. That is a record for me. I am still watching animes that I have started YEARS ago. That is how slow I am. But wow, I just gobbled this series up with a passion I have not felt for an anime in a long time.^^ If anyone has any REALLY good fics out there that you would like to share with me I'd greatly appreciate it. My ships that I adore are basically ANYONE with Maka, Black Star/Tsubaki, Death/Patty/Liz, Stein/Marie, Sid/Nygus, Free/Eruka. And also, I hope you like this story. I stole the prompt idea, which was called 'hips' from a livejournal group.


'Hm?' Soul murmured to himself blearily as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He had heard a noise, and it woke him up. Glancing over to his clock it read 11:34 AM. He smirked to himself. He'd slept in again. It was a Saturday of course, so there were no classes to worry about thankfully. He stretched lazily, almost like a cat. He decided he should finally get out of bed and greet the day. Yawning, he heaved himself from his bed and grabbed a clean pair of clothes. Not caring about his appearance too much he decided to shower later.

Scrunching his face up, he stopped in his tracks hearing the sound again. Music? Was that the noise that woke him up? Hmm, time to investigate. He poked his head out of the door, and determined that the noise was coming from the kitchen. 'Is it Maka?' he thought to himself. Scooting out the door Soul proceeded to inch along the wall like an undercover agent. He reached the kitchen in no time and his eyes bugged out when he saw what was making such a commotion.

There was Maka….cleaning. Nothing really out of the ordinary there, except for the fact that she had an iPod blaring scintillating music through its speakers. And she appeared to be dancing.

Soul's mind could only form a 'Guh…' as a very heated blush formed on his face.

Maka was wearing a plain old baby blue t-shirt with a jean skirt. She had an apron on, as if she had been going to cook, but decided to clean instead and forgot to take it off. She looked very domestic. Or at least she would if it weren't for the gyrations and hip thrusts she was performing to Soul's astonishment.

He had never seen her like this.

I mean they had danced together before. Numerous times. But this was different. This was NOT ballroom in any way shape or form. But never before in Soul's life had he ever wanted to join her as badly as he did right then.

The music was hypnotic with a hauntingly arousing arrangement of beats coupled with the flawless voice of a male vocalist who sounded very captivated by a certain female. Soul could certainly empathize.

I know you want me. I made it obvious that I want you too.

Maka swayed back and forth. Her hips moving in time with the music perfectly. She wiped at the dishes in the sink with a dish rag, not paying attention to what her body was doing.

So put it on me. Let's remove the space between me and you.

As she went to place the clean dish in the drying rack she spun around girlishly. In the process she accidentally dropped the rag. Maka bent down, arching her back. She snapped back with a toss of her head, sandy colored locks floating through the air with a dramatic flourish. She turned once more to her task at hand, still swaying her hips.

Now rock your body. Damn I like the way that you move.

She was singing along with the lyrics now. Her high-pitched little doll voice crooning sweetly, yet provocatively.

So give it to me, oh ooooooh…Cause I already know what you wanna do. Here's the situation, been to every nation, nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do.

Dishes forgotten for the moment, Maka let her body flow with the music. Her arms came up above her head. Her legs parted and her hips moved from side to side. Soul's ruby colored irises followed their movement, hypnotized. Maka's small frame bobbed gracefully with the thumping beat.

You know my motivation given my reputation. Please excuse me I don't mean to be rude. But tonight I'm loving you. Oh you know, that tonight I'm loving you.

Maka's body was lithe, and her strenuous work outs as a reaper kept her in shape. Soul could certainly verify that aspect for himself as he gazed at her exposed legs dipping and crossing in time with the lyrics. When she danced not only did she move side to side, but she thrusted her hips forward and back, the muscles in her stomach allowing her a very snake-like appearance. She writhed and twisted, in ways Soul did know she was even capable of.

You're so damn pretty. If I had a type then baby it would be you.

Soul was having trouble breathing. His throat seemed to be clogged, and his chest was moving rapidly with heavy pants. Every move she made made his hands clench, for what reason he did not know. Sweat was starting to break out on his forehead though. 'Not cool…' he thought to himself, though he could not tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before his him.

I know you're ready. If I never lied, than baby you'd be the truth.

Maka was having fun with herself. He could tell. She had an innocent smile on her lips, as if she wasn't dancing provocatively in their kitchen and tempting the living daylights out of him.

Here's the situation, been to every nation, nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do. You know my motivation given my reputation. Please excuse me I don't mean to be rude.

Maka untied the sash of the apron and was playing with it now, using it as a scarf, sensually caressing her body. She coiled it around her wrist, only to let it unfold down her breasts and stomach. She twirled it above her head playfully. But then she would wave it across her hips, sashaying and brushing together.

But tonight I'm loving you. Oh you know. That tonight I'm loving you. Oh you know. That tonight I'm loving you.

Maka gave a little shimmy, and while she didn't have a lot to shimmy it did the trick. Soul's eyes grew wider if that was possible as her petite breasts jiggled salaciously with her arm movements. Maka giggled to herself embarrassedly, but continued on with her dance. Her pert little behind, encased in the tight jean skirt was something to behold as the fabric had ridden up quite a ways in her exertions. Soul realized he had stopped breathing for a few seconds, hoping it would continue to do so. His whole face was on fire, and his pants were a little, 'A lot…' tighter than they were before this whole debacle.

The song thankfully or disappointingly came to an end. Maka resumed her dish washing, panting a little, as a different song started playing on her iPod.

Soul still stood, hovering behind the wall struggling with himself.

Maka was completely unaware of his presence the whole time. In her mind he was just sleeping late, like the lazy bastard he was. She smiled happily to herself as she actually got to let loose a little and have fun. It was hard to always be the responsible one. She checked the title of the new song on her iPod.

"Ooh I love this song." She said to herself.

"I rather prefer the last song." A voice said directly behind her.

Maka jumped, startled. A light blush rose to her cheeks.

"Oh Soul, you scared me." She said a bit sheepishly, tucking a wayward strand of sandy hair behind her ear.

When Soul didn't say anything she grew a bit nervous. He just continued to stare at her with that look. It was disconcerting to say the least, and Maka was unsure what it meant.

"Uhm", she said, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, "How long were you standing there?" Her cheeks tinged a slightly darker shade of pink.

Soul grinned toothily at her and placed his hand on the cupboard behind her head, trapping her between him and the wall.

She blinked up at him.

"Long enough."


\( ^_^)/ I hope that was good. I feel like I've improved at least a little bit since I first started on here. ANY tips or comments for improvement are welcome. As long as you say it nicely okay? Also, any OOCness is cause for a review telling me about it! One thing I can't stand is when a character is ooc. Like I read a Sesshomaru/Kagome fic that had Sesshomaru cooing to Kagome, brushing back her hair, being all understanding, and kissing her sorrows away within like the first ten seconds. And I'm like...ooookay? This IS the same person we're talking about here right? The killing perfection who has no remorse when it comes to slaying thousands of human lives!? O.o But I digress...review please! That's the only way I'll improve is by taking in other people's feedback! ^^