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Maka woke with a start. She was again in her own bed. This time she was sure that she hadn't as Soul so quaintly put it "crawled off" on her own. And she was pretty sure that the first time she hadn't either. The little liar… he was gonna get his.
She glanced at the alarm clock. It was a half hour earlier than she needed to get up for school.
Noises from the kitchen reached her. A slow thumping noise and some clatters. She peeked outside. She rammed three fingers into her mouth to keep screaming in laughter.
There was Soul, flipping what looked like pancakes over the stove, another thing simmered in the pot boiling dangerously high beside him. What mad a perfectly normal breakfast hilarious is that Soul had lugged a radio to the marble counter and was playing (rather loudly) "Break your heart" That in itself again, might have been fine; but the whithaired clown was dancing to the music! No. Not dancing. Maka was sure that it wanst that.
Soul was pretending he was onstage, using the spatula as a microphone and dishing out the funnies solo she has ever heard.
He was jumping around and pulling off some (she had to give it to him) hard moves. But the way he rolled his ass at certain times assured her that she had indeed broken a rib or two from containing her laughter.
At that moment he turned in her direction, eyes squished closed, lip synching. He had no clue she was up yet. That was good.
Maka got on her knees and made her way to the kitchen determined to not be noticed. She praised herself for her stealth skills. She peeked over the counter. Soul was once again busy with the pancakes, moving his hips around and bobbing his head as he hummed to himself tasting the batter.
She jumped on the counter, crouching over him waiting to see him freak when he turned around.
He did, one moment he funky dancing and when he turned and opened his eyes his mouth went slack and he slipped on something on the floor.
Maka caught him smirking.
She studied his blushing face, he was embarrassed over his predicament. She giggled as she jumped over his shoulder and in front of the pancakes. She poked at the pile and broke a cooler one in half tasting it. Her eyes went wide. "This is delicious." She mumbled over her full mouth. Plopping herself onto the counter and stealing another one. "Nice moves by the way."
She laughed out loud as he broke out of his shocked stupor enough to groan loudly.
"You didn't see that." He whined in a very un-cool manner.
'Uhuh..." She mocked him. Noting how his cheeks dusted over into a darker shade.
"Maka if you tell a soul… Im going to dig myself through this floor and bury myself right under your bedroom…to haunt you." He added pointedly.
She only laughed harder. "On one condition."
He groaned harder. "I already owe you a hot smoothie every day for the month. Its day two of us living here and you already have me by the scruff of my neck… are all women like this?" He added, throwing his hands up for some sign of divine interference.
"Nope." She grinned, jumping down and peeking into the fridge to spot some strawberries. She pulled out the box and picked out one. Soul was right behind her complaining.
"Maka if I do thi….." he was interrupted by Maka stuffing a strawberry into his mouth.
He was bewildered by his meister. She had no sense of…anything! They didn't know each other and she was acting as if they were an old married couple. Maka Albarn was completely clueless when it came to any guy-chick interaction. One didn't stuff a fruit into the mouth of someone she barely knew!
He chewed, shivering at how cold it was and swallowed. it was sweet, he smiled.
Maka threw him a look over her shoulder. "Do you like strawberries?"
"Isn't that something you should have been worried about before you stuffed it into my mouth?"
No answer.
He rolled his eyes, of course… just like her.
Maka had already pulled out two plates and finished slicing the fruit. She worked fast.
He sniffed...smoke.
"Shit!" he cursed and dashed to the pan. He hissed at the charred remains of a pancake. He pulled the pan over cold water. It hissed and spattered some hot oil landing on his hand. He yelped, but withstood the pain so as not to drop the pan…and embarrass himself further.
"^You shouldn't have done that…" Makas voice came over his shoulder and he jumped a bit.
"What?" he bit out.
"Putting hot oil over water is not what you should have done… you should have just left it to cool."
"Well..not much help now."
"Sorry…I didn't realize…"
"Don't apologize woman, it wasn't your fault." He mumbled as he made his way over to her working again. He peeked over her shoulder.
Impressive.
Maka had taken a couple of pancakes each and had conjured up whipped cream, on top of which she now arranged the strawberries. He had only planned to use maple syrup but this looked much better…then again…
"I didn't buy whipped cream…"
"You bought crème though…"
"You can do that with crème?"
Maka snored and plopped a wad of the sweet, puffy concoction on his nose. "hey!" he snorted trying to rub it off.
They dug in with gusto.
"I seriously have not ever tried pancakes as god as these!" She piped up, staring hard at a piece impaled on her fork.
"Special ingredient."
"Another special food?"
Soul nodded, gleeful at the look she gave him.
"That reminds me… you still have to agree to the condition."
Soul hissed, he should have known she wouldn't forget.
"What is it?" he closed his eyes preparing for the worst.
He felt her dash past him, and decided that he needed to see what she was up to. His song blared back to life. He looked confused.
"What you have to agree to" she said slowly over the loud beginning, "is to dance this song with me."
Soul looked like a lost puppy. "Why?" he whimpered, more embarrassed than ever.
"Because you have some good moves." Maka shot back.
He groaned and got up. If that's all it was going top take to keep her quiet than he had to do this.
He turned the song to the beginning and decided to show Maka who really ran things here.
His hand grabbed hers and he pulled, dragging her flush against him. Make squealed and blushed at their closeness.
Soul smirked, looking down at her and deciding to pick things up a notch. He lowered his eyelids and circled her waist with his spare arm, moving his hips just enough for her to understand to move.
"move with me… let me lead." He whispered against her ear. Maka could only nod.
He knew the rhythm, it was easy to dance the Salsa to this, and he decided that should satisfy her.
He ground his hips into her again, suppressing a groan. I can play with this
Maka turned out to be a good partner, surprisingly, she moved quite well, following him around the living room, moving fluidly in his arms, stepping back and flushing herself against him when necessary with expert knowledge.
He was unprepared when she moved her ass seductively against his groin. Her back to his front, he thought this was treading on dangerous waters. He had self control, but it now seemed as if Maka was taking over this game without really intending it.
And he was growing hard. Shit.
Both his hands were on her hips, they were moving slower than before, the song was nearing its end. Maka's hands found their way onto his and he pressed her into him harder. He hadn't meant to do that, it was sort of a natural reaction.
Her head was bent to the side, exposing him to too much neck, he had an itch to run his hand over the length of that. Nah, hands were busy. Tongue then.
He would have done it. He was so close, mouth nearing its mark. Scared what Maka would do to him, but needing to just nip it.
She saved herself, jumping back, completely oblivious to his intentions, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. "Not bad Mr. Evans"
He mumbled a thank you, scratching his head looking away.
Maka stared at him in horror then. Soul immediately picking up her feelings, looking around for the danger. "What is it?" he was on edge in a second, confused.
"You're dressed!" she shrieked.
Soul looked himself over. "Would you prefer me not to be?" He dodged a book as he caught her shadow dash into her room. He scratched his head confused. She went from happy to horrified and to annoyed in about 10 seconds. Did he even have a chance to understand her? Or any girl? Hell to the no….
She dashed out a second later, fully dressed and grabbed him by the hand with a look of pure determination. He barely had the time to close the door behind them when he was being swished down the stairs. All dishes forgotten on the table.
"Were late for school!"
AN: T^T I know I know… cheesy ne? but I needed them to have some fluff… I love fluff before it gets to angsty.. and it will mind you, I have a outline floating up there and its gonna turn dark… (with some sweet moments I promise) but since I'm not so good with SHORT stories this will prolly be a long one.. meaning that I need to build up a good, solid base before I dish out the main course… bon apetit!