Another short SoulxMaka one shot!
I don't own soul eater.
Soul had a love/hate relationship with Sunday mornings. Sometimes, he would love waking up on a Sunday as the sun peeked its way through the curtains in his bedroom. Other days, when the wind whistled through the dark streets of Death City, he'd curse under his breath and snuggle back in bed, trying to attract all the heat to his body so that he'd stay warm and comfortable in the cold winter weather.
Unfortunately for him, it wasn't a good Sunday morning this time round. It was cold and bitter outside, the rain hit off the window pain, keeping Soul from sleeping. Soul wriggled around in bed, adjusting the quilt to a suitable position to keep him warm.
He heard knuckles tap on his bedroom door and the shuffling of feet. He didn't respond, and knuckles tapped on the door again, louder this time round. "Soul, are you awake?"
Soul simply grunted in response, letting Maka know she could come in. She gently turned the door handle and stepped inside his room, pulling at the end of the old basketball t-shirt she had stolen from him. It was grey with a yellow basketball with yellow writing underneath that read 'New York Basketball.' She didn't feel embarrassed being in front of Soul in only her underwear and one of his old shirts, she felt comfortable around him. He protected her, and that's why she loved being in a relationship with him. He didn't look like the kind of guy to open up to guys, but he was a great lover, and she was proud to call him her boyfriend.
Soul opened one eye and looked up at Maka, tapping the space beside him on the bed, telling her to come take a seat next to him. Maka's face brightened up and she shot him a beautiful smile, making him smirk.
She ran over to him like a little girl, took off her slippers and jumped on top of him, sitting on his toned, muscular, tanned stomach, making sure she didn't put too much pressure on his scar.
Soul gritted his teeth. "Jesus christ Maka, talk about a warm welcoming."
Maka pouted. "I can go back in my room if you want.."
"No. Stay."
Maka was literally the only person that Soul could and would tolerate at 8am on a Sunday morning. He lifted his hand up to her head and softly ran his fingers through her hair. She giggled and leaned in for a kiss, placing her hands on his upper body. "You really need to stop stealing my favourite shirts."
He kissed her back, but a lot stronger, fighting for dominance. Their tongues fought for victory and then they broke it with a light, loving smile. Maka got up off Soul and lay next to him, as he wrapped his arms round her waist, pulling her close to his chest.
"Soul-"
"Sssh. Sleep."
They both closed their eyes, and then Soul realized, Sunday's were always the best mornings.
I got this idea out of nowhere seriously. But anyway, i hoped you liked it! Please review x