AN: Hi. This is my first story that I've really ever written outside of school, let alone here. Well, this is SoulxMaka, I guess. I have no frickin clue what to put here. If you don't like it, don't read it? Whatever. Oh, and I don't own Soul Eater or any of its characters. So, here goes.
Maka giggled as Soul traced the kisses he had laid down her arms with his tongue. She was sprawled on her bed in just a white tank top and her miniskirt. Soul was kneeling over her, shirtless, and busy working with the blonde under him.
He shuddered as Maka traced cold fingers along his stitched scar that he got from fighting the Demon Sword, Crona. As Soul finished one of her arms, instead of working on the other, he sucked on her throat, causing Maka to gasp.
Maka grabbed Soul's albino hair and pulled his lips to hers, not realizing their audience appearing in her mirror.
"MA-KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
"REAPER CHOP!" Spirit cried while in a fetal position, 10 feet away with blood spurting from his head.
"But, but, but MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU… YOU… BASTARD!" Spirit threatened, jumping up and pointing an accusing finger at Soul, somehow stretching through the mirror.
By this time, Maka had screamed, rolled opposite the communication device, and landed with a thump on the floor. Soul had jumped away from her, but when he realized what happened to his girlfriend, he crawled over to help her sit up. Of course, they were both blushing so much, you would think they were about to explode.
"I'd like to see you try." Soul shot right back at Spirit, grinning with his arms still around Maka.
"Oh that right there... COME ON LORD DEATH! LETS GET HIM!" Spirit transformed into his deathscythe form, trying to shove his way into the Death God's large white fingers.
Lord Death just flicked him away, sending him crashing to the floor across the Death Room.
"Hey! Why'd ya do that? You're not very helpful." Spirit remarked, transforming back while rubbing
"REAPER CHOP!" The Shinigami's hand came crashing down onto Spirit's cranium. He ran off to cry somewhere. Maka and Soul were just watching in pure amusement. Lord Death watched him leave and then turned back to Maka and Soul. "Well, if I were you, I would watch your backs. Deathscythe is mad." He said it in a joking manner, but Maka knew he was right. He would desprately try to be a good father, but by doing that, try to kill off any possible boyfriends of hers.
"Well, I was just calling over to tell you that...well now that I think of it, I'll just have Kid do it. He needs something to do. He's been bored crazy. I'll just leave you two to do...whatever...you...do..." The Shinigami cut off the connection, quickly trying to get out of that awkward-turning situation.
The weapon and meister pair just blinked. Maka pushed herself up and onto her bed so that she was facing the still-kneeling Soul.
"Maybe we should do this another time. We don't want to be inter-" Maka was silenced by a finger being pressed on her lips.
"Or we could just move...elsewhere." Soul winked, causing the blond to giggle and follow him out of her room and into his. Maka plopped down onto his messed up bed just as he was shutting the door, grinning to himself.
Sorry if its horrible. Like I said, I've never really written much before, so don't be mad that I'm a suckish writer.