Word Count: 288
Rating: K
Summary: It wasn't really cuddling... Definitely not.
2. Cuddling Somewhere
It had become their unconscious ritual. Sometimes they would go to the park, she would sit down under a tree as the guys and Liz and Patty played while Tsubaki would set up a little picnic and she would help out, once done she would just eat and read, the guys would come back from playing and join them. After that each of them would take a nap besides their meisters.
Tsubaki propped up on the trunk of the tree while Black*Star's head rested on her lap; Kid would lie down on the middle of the blanket with Patti and Liz to each side. But they were just different.
Maka would lay on her side while reading and Soul would come to her and ask her about the book, how far she's gotten into it, and most of the time he caught her in a good mood she would decide to read to him for a bit as the food that they had just eaten would settle and the book would lie forgotten somewhere behind her.
They would always be facing each other, the distance between them not being a great one and next thing she knew, she would be feeling silver hair tickling her nostrils and his hot breath on her chest, his knees brushing up against hers and she would hum contentedly, closing her eyes once more, shooting a hand to his head to play with his hair and eventually falling asleep as said hand would just snake itself around his neck.
She was up to cuddling somewhere, anywhere... But to him it wasn't cuddling, no because limbs weren't entangled and distance was a bridge between them, also cuddling was such an uncool thing to do.
