This was a lil somethin' that happened as I was brainstorming ideas for the 'please' prompt for Soma NSFW week. It is decidedly not very NSFW (at least for this sinner) but I wanted to practice a different style and my hand slipped. Warning for sad Soul.
He starts from the bottom, as he always does, cupping first one and then another heel to plant reverent kisses on her instep. Slowly, gently, he nuzzles his way up her long long legs, lips brushing kneecaps to rest on strong thighs. He breathes her in, dirt and sweat and Maka, before letting his cheek rest in her lap for a few more heartbeats.
Reluctantly, he raises his head to survey her tattered skirt and decides it needs to go. Tender hands slide along the small of her back, lifting her up just enough to slide the fabric over her rear. He traces small circles around her hip bones and leans down to kiss her stomach right above her underwear.
Unable to stop himself, he runs his hands up the smooth curve of her waist and counts the dips between her ribs. Nimble fingers undo the remaining buttons of her coat before he pulls this away from her as well. His hand lingers over her heart for just a second too long; suddenly, the room blurs into incomprehensible swirls of color and he reaches for her hand as he always does when the world doesn't make sense.
Between ragged breaths he brings each knuckle to his lips, softly encasing them in kisses that say I'm sorry and I'm here and I wish it were me. He blindly follows her arm to the back of her neck and buries his hand in ash-blond strands, cradling her head to his chest as sobs begin to wrack him in earnest.
After many moments, he takes a deep, shaking breath and looks at her face, vision blurring when he sees eyes that have been shut for far too long. He brushes away a stray hair and trails his fingers along her cheekbones, unconsciously rubbing more firmly than necessary in an attempt to bring out some color.
He leans in close to feel her faint exhale on his skin but the dissonance between the life that breath implies and his unresponsive meister breaks him all over again. Tears streaming down his face, Soul lays a final kiss upon her bandaged brow and whispers, "Please wake up."