A/N: I'm not even a big SoMa shipper, but this was a plot bunny that wouldn't be ignored. So I made a bit of time around writing Princesses and got this typed. Enjoy the fluffiness, it'll be enough to rot your teeth!
And yes, requests are open! Drop a review with a pairing and/or a theme/prompt (as long as its christmas related, of course) and I will type you up a nice little oneshot. Just call it a gift to the beautiful readers 3 Don't be shy now, this will just be awkward if no one requests :P

Christmas Clichés

MakaxSoul

Maka huffed into her oversized knitted jumper, digging her nose into the soft fabric. Remnants of the day's celebration were strewn haphazardly around the floor; tinsel, wrapping paper, and all other manner of things that stared back at her accusingly. She didn't quite know what she'd expected. Hosting a Christmas party was asking for a mess like this. As fatigue weighed heavily on her mind, she couldn't face cleaning up, not right now. She was too content for her mood to be dampened by such a tedious and dull task. And so, instead of restoring the flat to the usual tidiness she took so much pride in, she curled her knees to her chest and watched snow drift slowly downwards outside.

It had been fun, of course it was. The whole group, like the family they were, sharing Christmas together. It sounded cheesy, but it filled her chest with enough warmth to dispel the biting chill of winter. And god knows what they needed was a time to forget about the ever-present threat of kishin and the DWMA's expectations. Especially after the year they'd had.

For a day, it was like they could all just shake of the load the bore on their shoulders. The same way they shook snow flakes out if their hair. Black*Star wasn't as obnoxious (well, he put a little effort into being quieter), Kid wasn't as obsessive (well, not as much as usual), and she'd even felt herself more relaxed. Not one Maka Chop, through the whole day, which had to be a new record.

Yes, Maka loved christmas.

What she didn't love as much was the mess.

Hearing the soft click of the door opening and closing, she sat up slightly. That would be Soul. He'd left just after the others, with the parting answer to her questioning look that he'd 'be right back'. It had been about ten minutes since, and Maka felt a little bad that she hadn't at least started the clean up. But when he entered the living room, he didn't even glance around. He just stepped over a bit of the mess, crimson eyes locking in an all too familiar way to her own.

"C'mon Maka, you've gotta come outside." She didn't even have a chance to answer before he was leaving, back the way he'd come in a second ago. Walking into the bitter winter air without at least an explanation was not what she'd like to be doing right now. Especially since he didn't even say 'hello' before demanding she follow. They had only been in a relationship for a few weeks now, but he knew even before then that she hated the cold.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Maka unfurled from the tucked up position she had sat in, craning her neck to keep sight of the rapidly disappearing scythe.

"No." He popped his head through the door to look back at her, face fixed into what seemed to try to be a deadpan. Even so, a small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "You just have to come with me." Leaving her no room to question further, he turned briskly on his heel to walk straight back outside.

Frowning, Maka heaved herself of the couch, which had been far too comfortable to leave. Careful not to trip, she made a delicate path around the items cast across the carpet, stumbling through the doorway with less grace than she had planned. Soul was already standing in the snow. Hands dug deeply into his pockets, flakes were already settling onto his shoulders, mingling with the stark white of his hair. With a nod of his head he beckoned for her to join him.

"Y'know the thing in the sappy romance novels you read, with couples kissing in the rain?" Soul asked, turning his attention up towards the sky. Maka ignored the comment, closing her hand into a fist to stop her reaching for one of those 'sappy romance novels' and implanting it into his skull. Still, she wasn't the top of her class for nothing, and a smile was staring to tug at her lips. She could let it slide if he was actually going to try being romantic, something he was usually to cool to be.

Stepping right into the winter wind, cold nipped at her nose. She crinkled it against the small snow flakes which landed on it, and stood beside he partner. The sun's panting was slowing as it started to fall from the sky. It parting colours bled purples and oranges onto the grey clouds. The heated tones glinted off the falling snow, and even the air held christmas spirit. Soul continued when she reached him. "Well, a couple like us is too cool for something that. Too cliché, ya' know? So I thought maybe...' He turned to face her, his smile not being able to hide itself. "Maybe a kiss in the snow could work?"

Maka laughed lightly. It was the little things that Soul did that she loved. He probably didn't even realize the way they made her heart race, and the blood rush to her cheeks. "You are a romantic, Soul Eater." She chuckled. Raising a hand to cup his face, she felt his arms encircle her waist.

He laughed too, a quick breath that condensed into silky vapor. It was the last sound heard from either of them before their lips met.

Maka felt the grin on his mouth and hers. Not even the winter chill hanging in the air was enough to cool the burning of her cheeks, now that his lips were pressed to hers. The small icy drops fell around them as they leaned further into each other's embrace. Moving in a way that felt so right, and so effortless. She'd always loved the way that despite the fact they were so different, they still managed to fit perfectly together. Well... Most of the time, at least.

When they pulled away, his heated breath moved from her mouth to her cheek, leaving a light peck. "Merry Christmas, Maka."

And their lips met again. The pair standing until small mound of snow had gathered on their shoulders, and the warm colours had melted into the soothing darkness of night.

"Merry Christmas, Soul."

A/N: I'm sorry if there's a bit of OOC-nes, hopefully the fluffiness made up for it.

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