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Chapter 3: Cinnamon Rolls part 2 + First Date
She's fuming mad (and that's an understatement). Maka's sitting on top of the kitchen counter still covered in their breakfast while Soul snickers and laughs at her.
"It's not funny Soul, stop laughing," she kicks him in the shin and all he does is continue to laugh. She doesn't want to admit that it's funny because she's mad. She also doesn't care that's it's a stupid reason to be mad.
"I think it's hilarious Maka," he finally has a washcloth in his hand trying to whip off some of the milk and icing.
"I can't believe you got a boner," she mumbles under her breath, a pout very visible on her plush pink lips.
"I can't believe you know that word," he snickers, his trademark grin plastered on his face. He won't tell her the boner came from before the spill, she's too much fun to mess with but the spill defiantly isn't helping him out any, he's secretly eyeing her breasts through her shirt that is almost see through.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're papa's little angle," he mocks," You're suppose to be innocent."
"Yea right, innocent my ass, I live with you."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"You're a horn dog Soul," she narrows her eyes at him, ripping the washcloths out of his hand.
"I am not," he has to defend his honor. And he's defiantly not a horn dog, he's constantly thinking about kishins and madness, not ripping his misters clothes of and fucking her senseless (even though he has been thinking about that a lot more recently (and a lot more in the last 5 minutes)).
"Fine when was the last time you thought about sex Soul." Soul's eyes snap to hers, which are hard and cold right now, she can't be that mad can she?
"Today can't count, it's not fair!" Answer to her question? 1 second ago.
"You just don't want to admit it," she jumps off the counter with ease.
"Today's just unrealistically Maka, I can see your freakin nipples of course I'm going to think about sex!" oh no bad move.
Maka bites her lip as it starts to quiver and tears come to her eyes. She's looking a lot more hurt then a few minutes ago and Soul feels guilt plague him. Her head dips down so he can't see her face, her hand are clenched in fists next to her side. "You men are all the same," her voice is quivering," you're just obnoxiously sleazy pigs who only think about the next fuck they can get," she practically screams at him, making him flinch back in recoil.
"Maka, I'm sorry," but his voice it to quiet for her to hear as she's screams at him before running towards her room. He yells "MAKA" but its too late her door's been slammed shut and locked. Well fuck he majorly messed that one up.
It's hard for him to breath suddenly as she forcibly pushes him out of their bond. His hands are trembling and he doesn't know what to do next. After a few moments he decides to wait, to let her cool down and then he'll apologize. He turns to look at the kitchen, still in a complete mess, so he decides to clean up their discarded breakfast from the floor since it'll keep himself busy (and hopefully win some brownie points from his meister after she cools off). His stomach growls loudly when he picks up a rag reminding him he still hasn't had breakfast (and neither has his bookworm). This is defiantly the worst Saturday ever; he has to find a way to make it better so the whole day isn't this uncool.
She's crying a lot harder then she should be. Of course he would think about sex, he's a boy. And it's about her, his girlfriend, that's safe territory. She admits she's acting like a 2 year old about this but she freaked out when she saw the bulge and he made the comment. She's not ready for anything remotely related to sex. She still can't even kiss him on the lips or hold his hand in public.
She is sorry she flipped tits on him (no pun intended) but he should get it shouldn't he? No she's the stupid one that for sure. But now she's alone in her room, not having a clue what her weapon might or might not be doing in their apartment because she's locked him out of her head and heart. Hell for all she knows he could be off anywhere in the city. No, that's not like Soul, he's probably sitting on the couch freaking out. She laughs at that idea even though it's most likely true. But she's still not ready to face him yet; she needs to think up a good apology. And she needs to figure out a way to get past these stupid fears of hers, they're just going to end up hurting her in the end. She'll loose Soul, her weapon, best friend, love, and be left with nothing. She knows he's the only one for her because he understands full heartedly all of the crap that has gone through.
She opens the link slightly to see what's he's doing but not enough to get caught. She laughs; he's cleaning the kitchen of their mess but she can defiantly tell it's to distract himself; a frown forms on her face and she closes the link back up. Standing up from her place on the floor next to her door to quickly change even though she needs to take a shower to get their breakfast out of her hair. Maybe Soul will help her.
WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM! She's blushing about the color of a tomato at the thoughts of Soul and her naked in the shower washing each other. She's shaking her head back and forth to try and get the image out of her head but it's not going anywhere. If anything it's getting worse. Licking and nibbling. AH her weapon is really rubbing off on her. Or maybe it's how own dirtiness that just never came out before now, never had a reason to. She sits on her bed, only in shorts and a bra staring at the door. More and more images come to her head of things they could do and it's making her hot. Is this what Soul thinks about? She starting not to mind it, they don't seem that weird really, she knows what couples do and some day they'll do them too. Just in the future, far far in the future. She lets out a sigh as the images start to go away, but she remembers each one clearly.
She has a pretty good guess they're actually Soul's and she just now thinking about them even though the link is closed (she probably got them a while back and ignored them). She's happy to know most of them are sweet, like the things you read in romance novels. Other's, well, they're not so sweet but you have to have both right? She tugs her shirt on as she starts to think of something new.
She had been reading for some time, not wanting to face the boy outside of her room just yet when there's a knock on the door. It's soft and unsure which surprises her since she knows who's on the other side of it.
"Maka, can I come in," his voice is scratchy, like he was the one crying and who knows maybe he was, she hadn't checked in on him in a while. She stand up and opens the door to reveal her weapon who is fully dressed in his normal attire, today it was black pants and a read shirt but no head band. She felt a little silly being in pajama's still.
"Maka I'm sorry I didn't mean," he starts but is quickly cut off.
"It's ok Soul, I over reacted," he's stunned by his words and starts back pedaling. "You have every write to think of me that way," she moves a strand of hair from behind her ear," just because I'm not ready for that stuff doesn't mean I can blow up on you because it's new to me." She starts to fidget as a new blush creeps on her face. She leans her body forward to rest her head on his broad chest. She feels like crying again all of a sudden and she's not sure why.
Quickly, as if on cue, Soul's arms wrap around her body pulling her closer to him and she starts to cry. The link is back open and a little of her self made wall has been hacked away at, fallen to the ground as rubble. He starts to rub her back softly. They figured out that every time a little of the wall breaks down she has a tendency to break down with it. It's only for a few minutes but they're agonizingly slow and cruel minutes. If there's something he hates more then his meister coming in harms way is when she's crying. This time is different though, she throws her arms around his torso, latching onto him. It throws him off kilter a bit; usually her arms are either at her side or clutched to her chest. This is defiantly a nice change. He hugs her closer, bearing his face into her hair that still smells like cinnamon rolls. The crying stops a lot sooner too but she doesn't let go of him. She leans back to look up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from the crying that had been taking place this morning and she pushes up on her tip toes to gently push her lips against him.
He's shocked again (he's decided today is a day of firsts) but it doesn't take him long to respond back, lightly pushing back against her lips. They pull apart together and he stares into her eyes, a small blush is spreading across her cheeks before she buries her head into the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on top of her head waiting for her to come out from hiding.
"I am sorry though," he mumbles feeling like he got off easy.
"I know, you just have to make it up to me," she pulls her head up to smile at him.
"Ok," he grins, "get ready and put something cute on." She blinks up at him in confusion before he lets go of her. "I'll be waiting in the living room."
Soul, on a spur of the moment, decided to take Maka out on a date, the first (legit) date to be exact. God he's so uncool for waiting this long to take her on their first legit date; he knows how badly their "first" date didn't count in the rules of firsts date. You have to take the girl out to dinner, not bring her Chinese and a movie.
He suddenly got really fidgety, how long has that girl been in the freakin' bathroom? He looks at the clock below the TV. 20 minutes, wow he's way too uncool today (and way too wrapped around her finger).
10 more minutes later the door to the bathroom finally opens and he snaps his head to look for Maka. Her hair is down (he clearly notices first), there's a slight blush covering her checks. His eyes move down and see she's wearing a pink tank-top that's covered by a white long sleeve sweater (cardigan he thinks?) that stops at her actually waist, (or right below her breasts (that aren't as tiny as he once though, he should know he saw them under a milk soaked shirt) but he's trying not to sound like too much of a pervert in his head). Covering her lower half is a gray skirt he's never seen before. It longer then her normal skirt and the bottom has a lacy print on it. And she looks really freakin' adorable in it. And sexy…can you do both at the same time? His hand quickly comes up to cover the blush that's now on his face, she fidgeting too and it's just adding to the cuteness factor. When he said cute he didn't think she would go all out. He regains his composure and puts his hand out towards her.
"Ready to go?" he'll tell her how cute she looks later, when the blush on her face is gone and she's least expecting it.
"Yeah," she quiet as she reaches her hand out to grab his.
His eye brown lifts higher up on his face in amusement, "Being bold are we?"
"Shut up," she snaps a slight scowl on her face. Good, she'd back to normal. "Where are we going?"
"It's a secret," he grins down at her as they leave the apartment. She pouts at him but it won't work this time.
Maka dismounts form the bike first and looks up from her spot. They're at a restaurant that she remembers telling Soul she wanted to go to a while back, before they started being more then partners. It's kind of fancy but not a super fancy restaurant either, something they can defiantly afford.
"Come on, we've got reservations," his lips are next to her ears as he rests his hands on her shoulders, a shiver going up her spine. Her head snaps up at him, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "I'm saying sorry remember? I planned it all out, cause it's the cool thing to do." She nods but is still a little shocked.
They walk in and someone greats them right way, taking their name (his name) and then almost instantly bringing them to their table.
Soul's a complete gentleman and pulls her chair out for her and she has to tell herself to remember to breath. It's a little scary she'll admit but she also has to remind herself that his family comes form a different background then hers. He sits across from her and not long after their waitress comes up to them. She's frustrated that it's a woman with bright blonde hair and a completely ample chest size and that she's eyeing Soul like he's a free piece of meat up for grabs. But when she looks at Soul his eyes are trained on her, a fist holding his head up as his elbow rests on the arm of his chair.
"What do you want to drink Maka?" Soul's lazy drawl snaps her back from her internal fuming. She didn't even hear the waitress say anything.
"Oh um, a Shirley Temple please," she turns to look at the waitress who had all of her attention on Maka at the time, maybe she should have been a little kinder in her head towards the woman.
"And for you?" the waitress asks.
"A coke's fine," and with that the waitress leaves. "What were you thinking about their bookworm? You were pretty spaced out there," he laughs at her. Her cheeks puff out in a pout, which only causes him to laugh more.
"Nothing in particular."
"Yea right, being swept away by my good looks?" he teases.
She barely gets out a "No" before she starts laughing and he's just staring at her dumbfounded. She's glad he can bring her mind out of its insecurities even if he's not trying. Her laugh finally calms down and he's grinning at her, she blushes at how she acted, biting her bottom lip while tilting her head down and looking up at Soul sheepishly. It's his turn to laugh as the waitress comes up giving them both a puzzled look.
"What's so funny," she asks politely setting their drinks down.
"If I knew I'd tell you," Soul laughs out, as Maka blushes brighter. The waitress just smiles softly at them, obviously understanding the puppy love they have.
"You two ready to order yet?"
They're now walking hand in hand, Soul's coat draped around Maka's shoulders. Dinner was really good, Soul had a burger and Maka had chicken pasta, some of it in the good bag Soul's carrying for her. But Maka's favorite thing was eating a piece of chocolate cake with him, feeding him ice cream when she was hogging the spoon causing it to almost splatter it all over his face. Which made him want to smear the cake onto but he resisted, and being hand fed the only strawberry by him, his eye following her every movement as she took the fruit into her mouth being a little shocked by his actions considering how much he loves the red fruit with chocolate.
"Best apology ever," she softly says.
"You mean best date ever," he quickly corrects her causing her to look up at him. She doesn't know when it changed to a date but she's happy it did. They arrive back at the bike and she frowns a little bit. She doesn't want to go back to the apartment and end this great night.
"The nights not over yet," he chuckles into her ear causing the hairs on her back to stand on end. He helps her on to the bike, handing her the leftover after she slides her arms through the sleeves of the jacket (after trying to give it back to Soul but being denied). He gets on and revs the engine, doing so a little louder then normal. She thinks its silly he's trying to impress her (or that's what she thinks he's doing) because he already has all of her attention and doesn't need to impresser at all.
The short ride is a little too long for Soul. He knows what he's going to do and he wants it to happen now. He rushes her up the stairs to their apartment, quickly unlocking it and forcing her inside. She huff at his tell him to slow down but goes along with his every movement. But when they're both inside he freezes and suddenly his brilliant idea isn't so brilliant anymore.
He's kinda panicking inside, maybe this will be too much of a push too quickly. But they have been "together" (if you can call it that) for a month and he's antsy. He doesn't waste anymore time and quickly moves before his mind gives him anything to doubt upon.
Her neck is soft under his lips and he kisses her softly, hands wrapped around her waist, holding her so she won't escape. "Soul?" her voice is small, barely audible.
"Hmm?" he mumbles against her neck.
"What are you doing?" she sounds really nervous but he can tell she's enjoying this by the way she leans into him.
"Kissing you Maka," his lips move up towards her head, moving closer to her ears.
"I figured that out," she mumbles in a puff of frustration and he only chuckles at her.
"I'm showing you how much you mean to me," he whispers in her ear, "and how much I want you."
She squeaks as he quickly flips her around to face him, his lips crashing down on hers quickly. She doesn't fight and it makes his pride swell. His tongue slips out to lick against her lips daringly. Her lips parts and a timid tongue meets his as he plunges into her mouth. He pulls them over to the couch, sitting first and positioning her so she's on top of him, a position he's always wanted, making her legs straddle his hips but giving her enough room away from his every growing bulge.
His mouth leaves hers to stop for air and he runs his tongue down her neck, nibbling at her skin at the base of her neck. He unbuttons her cardigan and pushes it off of her shoulders reviling her smooth shoulders and giving him a better view of her breasts which he eye's hungrily unseen by her. Too bad those aren't the goal in his mind today. His lips meet hers again and he lets his hand travel up her stomach, lightly scooping the bottom of her breasts again unknown to their owner and back down to her hips where he squeezes affectionately.
She brakes away in a jumbled mess of pants, eyes closed but face still facing him. "Soul," it's the closes thing to a moan he's heard from her and his cock jumps at it but he needs to simmer down in his pants (again). He doesn't want what happened this morning to repeat itself. His lips start to press against her cheek, moving down to her neck.
"Little surprised I got this far," he mumbles, hopping she doesn't hear. He looks up at her trying to pry her emotions. Her eyes slowly flutter open, their slightly darker then normal and are greatly contrasted by the pink on her cheeks. They stay like that for a few moments before Maka leans down and kisses him again, her shy tongue prodding out to find his, which quickly returns to play. One hand comes up to cup her face, angling her better for him to kiss her. Their tongues remained locked together until their lungs are burning for air and they pull apart reluctantly. She rests her forehead on his, eyes closed as he stares at her.
"What do you mean you're surprised you got this far," she's slightly panting.
"Damn, you heard me?" he chuckles as she pouts. "I was expecting you to push me away." He playfully kisses her on the nose.
"Well maybe I was going to," she pushes him softly.
"Nah, you were enjoying it too much," he grins at her, her cheeks puffing out. She pushes him harder this time but he grabs her hand pulling her towards him.
"Feisty," he growls at her.
"Yea, get use to it," she cockily grins at him but he only gins wider.
"Aren't you glad I like um feisty," he grins that wonderful crooked grin at her.
He grabs her ass firmly in his hands, jolting her forward slightly, still grinning like mad. She squeaks at his sudden movement and her hand quickly comes across his cheek. He instantly pulls his hand from her ass a rest's it on her now red cheek.
"I've never been slapped before," he mumbles out softly.
Maka's eyes are wide as she stares at him, hands covering her mouth. "I'm sorry Soul, I didn't mean it." Soul's eye's snapped to meet hers, a devious glint in them as he quickly flips their position so she's under him. His hands ruthlessly tickle and probe at her sides making them ache and her laugh. Before she can tell him to stop their laying side by side on the couch facing the TV. He's holding her to his chest and she's never felt better, even with the prancing butterflies in her stomach. The TVs flipped to a random channel and she stares blankly at it. She feels Soul's lips press against her ear a husky voice whispering out.
"You looked really cute today Maka," she blushes at his words, sinking in closer to him. "You looked more delicious then the strawberry that was in your mouth during dessert." Yup, timing's everything.
Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I really wanted to get it out last week buuut I was in no mood to write fluffy goodness (it was honestly like the worst week ever, stupid angst). Well I hope you all liked it. Thank you for the reviews again from last chapter.
Next chapter should be out next week :) And look for my new one shot coming out hopefully tomorrow night.
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~JM