This one isn't so much 'Christmas' as it is just a 'winter time' theme, just for you all to know. ;3
Soul Eater isn't mine still. Wish it was… xP
Maka only kneeled for a second, before launching herself back up into the air, her trusty scythe in hand as she let out a defiant scream. The red-black blade of Soul slashed quickly and cleanly through the kishin Maka had pinned beneath them. As per usual, the enemy burst into a black, unsettled orb, before bursting into a calm, crimson soul that hover over where the kishin-egg had been taken down.
And, usually, Maka either held Soul out in order to claim his prize, or let him transform back into human form completely. But this time, she had gotten a little too happy over their victory…
"Soul! Soul, we did it!" The tech squealed as she lifted the heel of the scythe up, knowing that would be her partner's upper half.
Soul's reflection appeared in the blade, giving the girl a grin and a shrug. "Why would I expect any different from us? We're one bad ass team."
Maka, however, was grinning like an idiot, nearly swinging Soul once more as she leaped up happily. She held a hand out randomly, and Soul stared at her from his blade's reflection, before coming to the same realization she had a few minutes ago.
She wasn't just happy about the soul, that was clear.
It was snowing.
"Amazing…" Maka breathed, her hand still keeping a tight grip on Soul's handle. Her emerald eyes stared at the small white flakes that seemed to drift carelessly to the ground, and Soul was simply amazed at her silent enjoyment of the odd weather.
That is, until she gave her scythe a quick twirl, before rubbing her cheek against his handle, and giving him a kiss as she did so. A long kiss, more than just three seconds, like Maka's usual kissing rule. Soul gaped at her from the blade, his red eyes wide in amazement as she kept her puckered-up lips pressed firmly against his freezing handle.
His freezing, metal handle.
"Maka, you might—"
" –ou!"
He had to bite back the loud cackle that threatened to leave his lips.
She'd gotten her lips stuck to him.
"Well what kinda idiot kisses a scythe in the snow?"
Maka only stood there, her green eyes scowling up at his blade while her pink lips remained stuck to his handle. She didn't bother to answer him, because she already knew how stupid she looked with her lips glued to him. She did, however, slap her hand against the eyes that covered the heel of his blade, earning an annoyed grunt from the weapon.
"If you're gonna be pissy about it, I won't transform. And you can carry me home, on your lips. So choose wisely." He replied calmly, knowing he had Maka in the palm of his hand at the moment.
Choosing to spare herself the embarrassment of walking around town with a freezing Soul on her lips, Maka quickly shut up, and held Soul's handle with a sigh.
"Just, get me off." She mumbled through puckered lips, unable to help her bright red blush. Soul only grinned at her, before white light erupted from him as he took on his human form. Maka closed her eyes, keeping her same position as before, with her lips puckered. Soul quickly leaned down a bit, and pressed his lips against hers, one of his hands holding the back of her head gently. Maka let out a screech into his mouth, but he only released her lips of his own accord, grinning at her.
"There, are your lips warmed up yet?"
Maka instantly latched her arm around his waist, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Well," she mumbled, "I think they could be warmer…"
Soul smirked, pulling his meister beside him as they walked back to their apartment together in the falling snow, neither one caring about the winter freeze upon them.
After all, a little snow couldn't hurt this team.
Yeaaah. My friend and I saw a picture of Maka kissing Soul's scythe form, and my friend pointed out, "Couldn't her lips get stuck?" Perfect idea for a fic, no? x3 Ah well, I thought this came out pretty nice.
Please review? It lets me know I'm pleasing my readers. And I know your reading it, because I get emails when you guys favorite it and such. ;3 I'm no idiot.
