A/N: This collection is for khaleesimaka's SoMaValentine Challenge. Pretty much all of them are rated T, though one later on could be classified as M.

Enjoy.

Soul classified his first kiss in two ways.

One, the first time his lips touched someone else's over the age of thirteen.

Two, the first time he kissed someone, and meant it.

For the first, it had been an accident. He had been fifteen for less than a month and had been standing by his locker, waiting for Star to finish getting scolded by Nygus after class, while his meister told him off for something. What it was that had pissed Maka off this time, he did not know—he had stopped listening fairly early on into her tirade.

She must have caught on to the fact that he was not listening, because suddenly her face was in his, and if her lips did not grab his immediate and complete attention, then he was not sure what would.

But she was not allowed to know that, so he let himself get annoyed at her being annoyed.

"Get out of my face," he snapped.

She growled. "Then pay attention when I'm talking to you, you id—"

She was cut off by someone slamming into her as they ran past, which pushed her against him. Normally, he would have had no problem with this, since his stupid little crush made him as needy for any sort of touch as a puppy. But in that instance, he did have a problem with it—well, not so much a problem, so much as a holy fuck, what even—

He had never dreamed her lips would feel so soft and warm against his, and he would have liked to appreciate the sensation for a little longer, but the fact that his meister's eyes betrayed how shocked and downright horrified she was stopped him. However, the shock left him unable to move for several long moments, and he simply stared at her as she stared at him.

They seemed to regain control over their bodies at the same time, and they both pulled away, faces flaming. If it had happened to anyone else, he probably would have laughed, but he could not find the amusement in it from where he was standing.

A whoop came from down the hall, signalling that Black*Star was on his way. A look passed between Soul and his partner, one he did not understand, and Maka bolted, leaving him to try and put his cool back together. It did not work very well, Star spent a long time laughing at the colour of his face.

Soul's other first kiss, the meaningful one, did not happen until about a year and a bit later, after he had become a deathscythe and shortly after the whole Book of Eibon mess.

Since coming out of the book, there had been tension between Soul and his meister. Not so much bad tension—maybe tension was the wrong word. It was more like there was an impending sense of change hanging over their heads, like even the smallest whisper would knock their carefully maintained, though fragile, order into chaos. It was frightening. It was exciting. It was actually kind of annoying after a while. The tension was building but there did not seem to be any climax in sight.

The incidence of change finally happened on a lazy Saturday, when they were both messing about, listening to his ipod and dancing around the living room.

Maka laughed at something he said as he spun her (she had gotten much better at dancing since their first time, all she needed was practice), and he was struck by how beautiful she was, hair loose and smile wide. A slow song came on and he pulled her to him in a sort of daze, still reeling from the sudden force of feelings that almost made his heart give out.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and his arms were around her waist as they swayed. It felt so much more intimate than their normal slow dance, he could feel her body brush against his as they moved, felt her chest expand against his as they breathed. Her eyes were locked on his and he found it hard to swallow as all the moisture in his body went to his sweaty palms.

He wanted to kiss her—the kiss in the hallway over a year ago haunted him (though it could hardly be called a kiss, more a face smash)—and not just on the lips, all over. He wanted to kiss her cheeks until they were rosy, wanted to kiss her temple as she dozed off curled against him, wanted to taste her skin and breath and body. He just wanted her so much, loved her so much.

The words to ask her for all that piled up in his throat, trying to arrange and rearrange themselves into a way that would not get him chopped or punched or rejected. He ended up being choked by all the ways to ask for a kiss.

The playlist ended, but he did not hear the silence over the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Can I kiss you?" Maka said suddenly, face caught between a pout and a hopeful smile as her cheeks flushed faintly.

His eye brows shot up and his breath hitched. "Fuck yeah!" he blurted, then blushed furiously at his croaking voice and enthusiasm.

Her laugh made him want to hide his burning face, but the soft hand on his cheek kept him from running. She stood on her toes so her lips could meet his until he leaned down a bit to accommodate her, meeting her kiss firmly and wonderfully.