Him, shirtless, on the sheets. The lights, a soft, reddish-white color, fill the room. Slowly, he motions to the bed, the soft light reflecting, just right, off his chest. The scar which normally scared me now attracted. One look and he's mesmerized me. He lunges towards me, closing the door behind me and putting a do not disturb sign on the knob. It wasn't for any actual reason, what a twisted sense of humor. No one would be here for hours. This was just his way of joking. Sometimes I really just want to hit him. The lights get dimmer as the zipper on the back of my dress lowers. His hand is on my back, pulling it down and feeling my skin. This was all happening so fast.
"Maka, I knew you'd come," he whispered, pushing my dress to my feet. I heard it land softly on the ground; I was exposed to him once again.
Grabbing his belt buckle, I replied, "Of course you did; why wouldn't I?" I pulled it loose and stepped back, sliding off my shoes and stepping away from my clothing. This had been long waited and now I was here…
What? I was woken by his lips. A kiss so tender it caresses my lips, which seemingly pulled me from what I can only describe as a pleasure coma. I lie in his arms without a thought in my head. Our heart beats appear to have synced up and now beat as one. This second was like something you could only read in books or see in movies. Was this just a dream, no this was real. I knew it had to be, I pinched myself and I didn't wake up. He sees me flinch from the pinch and smiles, I must have looked ridiculous. He pulls me in and I put my head on his chest. No one could imagine how much I had missed this. I place my hand on his chest feeling his body making sure it wasn't and illusion. My hand stops on the scar. I pause for only a second. This was because of me. If I can feel this it means this has to be real. Why do I think this isn't really? Don't I disserve happiness every once in a while?
I guess I do. This is my happiness and now I still had him. The room couldn't feel any more passionate. If I had any more time we would have began again. Our time was almost up; generally getting caught wasn't something I had on my list of things to do today.
I sat up slowly, my hands on his chest, and stared down into his eyes. It hurt to break away from him, but it had to be done. "I…" I began reluctantly. "I have to go. He'll be home soon, won't he?"
Disappointment was clear in his eyes. "Yes," he sighed. Shaking his head, he added, "Will you be back?"
I grinned, excitement growing in my stomach, and my pants; well, my lack of pants. "Of course," I assured him. "Whenever she's gone." Sliding off of the bed, I leaned back and kissed him, then turned away to gather my clothes. He groaned softly, discontented as I dressed once more.
As I headed towards the door, which only remained recognizable by the scuff marks, he grabbed my arm. I turned to him, and he whispered, "He'll be out tonight, too."
"Then wait for me," I confirmed, as I began to walk. Oh, I walked, alright. I walked right into the door. Maybe all of those marks were from me, I thought, giggling out loud. He laughed with me, and I opened the door, maneuvering my way back to the outside world.
And so, I went home. All I have to do is wait for that night; it really isn't that far away, is it? An eternity never felt as long as this. I stepped into my tiny apartment, gazing around and how neat it was. It's amazing, really: I live here, I organized it, I clean it regularly, there's a clear path to every room, but I still can't walk through it without tripping, like I did in his house. I shook my head, laughing at the ridiculous matter. Tsubaki was taking a bath and was going to leave later. She was going to take forever. In my head I could see a cartoon character walking back and forth till there was a large hole with the character's head sticking out. Why, why, why did she have to take so long? I feel like a stalker. Standing here by the door waiting for her, this feels odd.
Steam came out through the bottom of the door. She was wasting all the hot water, again. I should knock. I will, soon enough. It couldn't be much longer; she had been in there before I arrived. Despite that fact my patience is wearing thin. I go for the attack, poor door. One good hit set off towards door… Oh no, the bathroom door started opening. I can't stop my hand it's flying forward. Thud…
"Ahh what was that for?" Out walks Tsubaki. She stood there rubbing her forehead which had a towel wrapped around it. Uncomfortable silence filled the hall. Then she spoke in her usual soft tone. "What is Maka?"
"Uhh… Never mind" I'm too crazy for this, I guess. I stood there playing with my pigtails, this was so uncomfortable. How was I going to get her to leave? She said she plans but I don't know if she kept them. If I were to leave later it would raise suspicion.