A/N: Credit for the title of this collection goes to lucyrne! Seriously follow her on tumblr if you aren't already.

Red Lace

New text from Maka: Can I come over?

Soul to Maka: Sure.

Maka to Soul: Be there in a few.

Soul placed his cell phone back on the couch and unpaused his video game. About ten minutes passed and Maka still wasn't over which made him worry a bit since she didn't live that far. The thought of him putting a shirt on crossed his mind, but fuck it. Maka had seen much more of him than his current state before. He watched with dismay as the character in the game died because he went left instead of right and flew off a cliff. But his disappointment was soon removed when there was a knock on the door.

He stood up, placing the controller on the ottoman, and his barefeet touched hardwood as he walked toward the door. Opening it revealed Maka wearing a beige trenchcoat cinched closely to her body.

She smiled. "Can I come in?"

"Uh, yeah." Soul stepped to the side as Maka entered the apartment and closed the door behind her. She stood in the middle of the doorway, looking around the apartment like it was her first time (it was not).

"So why'd you wanna come over?" Soul asked as he walked in front of her.

"Well, since it's somebody's birthday soon I thought I'd come over and surprise you." She undid the tie around her waist, and pulled the trenchcoat open to reveal a red lace bikini set. "Do you like it?"

That moment also happened to be the time Wes exited his bedroom. "Hey, Soul, do you know where my- what the fuck?"

"Shit," Maka cried out as she closed the trenchcoat. "You didn't tell me your brother was here!"

"I didn't think you would come over dressed like that!"

"Am I interrupting something?" Wes asked. "I should probably go… unless that was for me too?"

Soul turned around to glare at his brother. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, little brother. Just trying to ease the embarrassment."

"Well, stop because it isn't working. And get the fuck back in your room so I can handle this right now."

"I think I'll just go… although can you give me ride? I'd rather not walk back home. There were men giving me really creepy looks," Maka said. Soul turned to look at her and noticed her face was as bright as a tomato.

"No, you don't have to leave. We can go to my room."

"But what about Wes?"

"Hm? Oh, no, I won't be joining you two tonight. I have my own hot date," Wes gave Maka a reassuring smile.

"That's not what she meant," Soul growled. "Can you just stay out of this, Wes? God, you are such a pain."

"Can't really stay out of this since I kinda did see things that I wasn't supposed to. Not really a good way to see your future sister in law, if I do say so myself." Soul didn't know there was a brighter shade of red someone's face could turn.

"Wes! Shut the fuck up for five minutes!" Soul placed his thumb and middle finger on his temple to rub the area. "I haven't even proposed yet."

"I think I'll go and get ready for my date tonight. Have fun tonight you two." And with that Wes returned to his bedroom.

"Shit!" Soul yelled once he realized what he said beforehand and turned back around to look at Maka. "I didn't mean to say that- I mean I'm planning it, but you weren't supposed to know."

Maka shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Maybe we should wait for Wes to leave before we do anything."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."

"That's okay," Wes yelled from behind his closed door. "You two lovebirds go and relieve all the tension you need. I'll play some classical music so I don't hear any… explicit noises."

"Shut the hell up, Wes!"