Maka tried not to huff as she pulled the hot bag of popcorn out of the microwave. It was Friday night, movie night in the Eater-Albarn household, a time for Maka to snuggle with her weapon as they watched something ridiculous. But instead of private time they had—

"Oi, pigtails, where's the popcorn!?"

"Black*Star, don't be rude."

Houseguests.

She sighed and emptied the bag into the third plastic bowl. They had learned their lesson at Kid's; Maka, Black*Star and Patti needed their own bowls otherwise war would break out. Or there would be multiple homicides. Each guilty party could share just fine with their partners, just not with each other.

Maka picked up the bowls, keeping the warmest tucked against her elbow and holding the other two by the rims. Leaving the kitchen she found everyone had already procured places in the living room.

Kid and the twins had taken up the couch opposite the TV, Black*Star and Tsubaki had claimed the floor (the coffee table had been moved to the hallway), and Soul was tucked into the armchair. Maka dealt out the popcorn and then stood awkwardly to the side.

The couch was full and she had no desire to sit on the floor. From what Tsubaki had told her (entirely shamelessly and nauseatingly detailed) Black*Star couldn't be trusted to keep his hands to himself, even in company. That didn't leave her with any room to sit.

She caught Soul jerking his head in her periphery and turned her head to look at him. He smiled and pulled the blankets back, indicating his lap. She blushed a little but made her way towards him anyway, flicking off the lights as she went. He was warm against her back as she settled into his lap, tugging the blanket back over them and resting the popcorn on her legs.

His arms wrapped around her and his chin hooked over her shoulder. "Remember to share," he whispered and she fought to suppress her shiver.

"Ugh, you two are gross, let's start the movie already!" Black*Star said and waved at Liz to get the remote.

"You're the only gross one here, idiot!" Maka hissed, grumbling when she felt Soul press a smile into her neck. "Why'd you invite him?" she asked, just for his ears.

"I didn't," he answered, shifting slightly behind her, breath warm against the nape of her neck. "He invited himself when I told him we had movie night."

"Then why did you tell him about movie night?"

She could almost pretend her heart didn't thump erratically in her chest when she felt his chuckles rumble through her back. But she'd never been very good at lying to herself.

"Because—" a jolt travelled down her spine as his breath brushed past her ear "—he wouldn't stop asking when I was going to ask you out on a date. I told him we had this but he wasn't convinced this counted, hence why we have witnesses now."

She grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into her mouth to try and stop herself smiling too widely. He pressed a soft kiss to her jaw and squeezed is arms around her in a facsimile of a hug. Then he grabbed his own handful of popcorn and chewed it noisily by her ear.

She elbowed him and focused on the movie instead of cuddling her weapon-partner-slash-maybe-not-so-secret-boyfriend.

"You're an idiot."

"You love me anyway."

"Shut up."

"Oh me, both of you shut up, we're trying to watch some quality gore, if you don't mind," Black*Star shouted.

Maka squeaked and hid her face in the blanket while Star and the Thompsons cackled.