Fifty-one Words of Love
Have some fluffy SoMa for today!
Summary: Maka has a hard time sleeping in bed because of her fear of lightning. And Soul's got a solution.
Chapter 1: MINIBAR
mini•bar (noun)
-a small refrigerator in a hotel room that is stocked with beverages and snacks
"Ok, let me get this straight, if I sleep in your bed, you'll do all the chores for me?"
"Yeah, simple as that."
Maka sighed, placing a hand on her forehead, gesturing her palpable exasperation towards Soul's bet. How would she be able to handle such a mess?
"Hey, no sweat. I'm not gonna sex you up, I promise. I just want someone to sleep with at night, instead of my. . .you know," He trailed in a concerned expression.
She knew what he was talking about – that weird teddy bear he keeps sleeping with. He never gave it a name, thinking it was too "uncool" as he claims it to be. But moreover, Maka was pretty sure just owning such a toy would cause lots of banter around the whole school.
"Oh come on, Soul. You know how I always hog the blankets. You'd get a cold."
"I wouldn't care."
"I would take up most of the space since I'm so fat."
"You're not fat."
"I snore a lot."
"No, you don't."
"How would you know?"
". . ."
"Well?"
Soul rubbed the back of his head, thinking of a good enough excuse. I mean, what would happen when your meister knew you were actually watching her sleep every single night?
"I. . . guess I didn't hear any noise last night, so I knew you never snored."
"Ah, so you weren't actually spying on me, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Suuuure. . ."
Maka raised her head abruptly, gazing over at the aqua blue-ish clock that adorned their right wall (1). Shoot, we'll be late.
"Come on. This conversation is over. Get ready to go."
"Hn," he went in his room with a nod.
Maka pressed closer to Soul, lessening their proximity towards each other. He didn't mind at all, sharing a bed. And he knew she was afraid of lightning (2); it was all too good to be true.
"You choose this room on purpose since it would have the best view of the storm, right? You were trying to scare me?"
Soul smiled, using his gentle arms to wrap themselves around Maka's fragile stature. She squeezed her head further so that it would fit beside his.
"You were, weren't you?"
"Maka, it doesn't matter."
Maka grunted, perking her head up when she heard the seemingly "daunting" series of lightning storms outside their hotel window. Soul observed this and immediately squeezed her deeper into his embrace, lessening whatever space that came between them. Her olive orbs watered hastily, and, on response, Soul stroked her head with his hands, caressing her gradually.
"Shh. Don't cry."
"It's your fault. Baka."
He cringed at the dreadful epithet, immediately stopping the action. He then pecked her on the nose and murmured in her ear.
"I love you."
Her eyes lit up and smacked him right on the face. He landed on the ground beside the bed, chafing his cheek as he looked at her worriedly.
"What's wrong with you?!" Maka yelled.
"Huh?" He just stared straight at her, completely wide-eyed.
Maka shook her head and stuck her tongue out at him irately. She plodded over towards their minibar, breathing in the icy air that welcomed her when she opened the small cache of food. She unconsciously selected a carton of non-fat milk (3), which was, coincidentally, what Soul had bought a few hours ago.
Sheesh, when I come up and tell her I love her, she slaps me and gets milk. Well, that's new.
As soon as Maka entirely gulped down the entire carton of milk, she stepped towards Soul and consigns her foot on the bottom of the bed. She stared into Soul's shady orbs, trying to figure out if what he just said a few minutes ago was correct.
"Uh..."
"Soul?"
"Y-yes?"
"Did you… I mean, you said that, didn't you?"
"Said what?"
"The three words?"
"What three words?"
"You know what I mean, baka!"
Soul closed his eyes and sighed gently. He knew he said those words. He knew she knew. And he knew she knew that he knew.
"Listen, Maka..."
"No, you listen! I need to figure out if what you said was…"
"I LOVE YOU!"
She immediately closed her mouth. That interruption was rude, yet highly accurate. She took a small glance at her pyjamas, which were slightly wet from gulping down the milk a little too quickly.
"I…"
"Maka, I love you."
"I-I know! You s-said that already!"
"I love you."
Maka was starting to blow a fuse. Cantankerous, she snatched a nearby pillow and aimed at her weapon. Instead, her weapon pinned her down to the bed and all her anger slowly dissipated to nothingness.
"Soul…"
"Maka, please."
She pushed Soul off of her and went to the minibar once more.
"No, Soul. Stop."
Soul, obviously irked by the fact Maka won't reply straight, sneaked up to her and grabbed the carton of milk that she was about to imbibe.
"Maka, just listen for once. Or I'll let you sleep by your own tonight."
She stared back at him with her green eyes, so large and so intense that Soul almost forgot to blink.
"Please don't."
Without warning, the lightning, accompanied by thunder outside, quickly rumbled through the pitch dark night. Soul threw his arms around Maka and stroked her hair.
"Maka?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's sleep."
"Okay. But, um…"
"Yes?"
"Let me finish my milk first."
He gazed at the container that was in his hand. Soul chuckled a bit and handed it back to her.
"Why did you drink milk when I first told you I loved you?"
"I need my calcium. Duh."
"Oh, is that it?" he asked sarcastically.
"Well, duh. Besides, I need some milk to help me sleep." (4)
Soul's eyes widened. "Oh, gosh…I-I didn't know…"
"And I wouldn't sleep with you telling me you loved me."
Soul smiled.
Maka grabbed her carton of milk and swallowed all its contents.
"So…"
"What?"
"Can we sleep now?"
"Nope!"
"Wait, why not?" He crossed his arms, piqued and sluggish.
"Can I have another hug?"
"Medium or well-done?" (5)
Even if it was sarcastic in the first place, he didn't need a response. She already thrust herself onto him.
"I love you, Soul."
A/N: (1) It was an aqua blue-ish clock, since I knew their apartment was colorful (rainbow-colored, even, which kinda shocked me, yet made me love them even more), so I had to make a clock that fit.
(2) I'm slightly afraid of the lightning as well. And since Maka was lacking a particular fear, I suggested that lightning was somehow inaccurate and surprising, which would be really cool to me.
(3) I was being completely, and totally downright random here. No further explanation required.
(4) And now at this point, I finally made a reason on why I made her take out a carton of milk out of all things from the minibar. It'd really be confusing if I hadn't made up a reason. (Forgive my ramblings; I'm on a roll here.)
(5) It's a cute joke I made up. Not sure if you guys would understand it, but take them literally, like, absolutely, philosophically literal.
That's all! Thanks for reading, please review!