It's the first time she dreams of kissing Soul.
She wakes up, suddendly, startled from her sleep.
Her eyes scan the room wearily, but there's nothing unusual despite her hammering heart.
The sun draws spots of light on the floor, dust dancing through the air; her desk is untidy as usual with loads of papers and books while the rest of the room borders on clinically clean.
She can still feel it. Her lips tingle, as she touches them with burning fingertips.
Still there is the warm fluttering in her stomach. Maka can't tell for sure if she likes this feeling.
Maybe, she muses tiredly, it was just a matter of time till this would happen? Her gaze darts around in her room once more, reassuring she's back to reality, before she sighs loudly, and closes her eyes.
Maybe it was inevitable, regarding the circumstances. Another sigh.
From now on it would be awkward to be with him, because she knows she has to prove her dream reality one day.
AN:
Hello. I'm Ninette. Beware, it writes. This is my first fanfiction since ... can't remember.
I'm planning some kind of oneshot collection with all the fragments of moments I imagine in my head to possibly happen between, including or affecting Soul and Maka. There are a few keywords I have ideas for, as "Angel" oder "Daddy" (snort.) I know this one is short, but when I made it longer it lost the dreamy something I wanted to describe - this moment when one wakes up, when the dream's still alive but they're already fully awake.
I'm not a native speaker. Willing Betas will be showered in cookies.
Please don't shoot me.