AN: Yes! finially, sorry this took so long... I had homework. I get asked a lot when my updates are gonna be, and to answer that my updates happen immediately after each chapter is written and edited. This happens every couple of weeks or so, but I can't really give specific dates because I'm terrible with deadlines. I do however post occasional status updates about how my chapters are coming and when I'm striving for another update on my tumblr~ Feel free to contact me there as well. So anyways this is the longest and the steamiest update yet. I hope you enjoy! Oh btw I don't own Soul Eater, Black Ops, or Playstation... just sayin~
Maka's sensibilities and instincts that had been forbidding her to go outside her comfort zone were completely silent whenever she was around Soul. When he kissed her for the first time, instead of feeling intensely awkward, she was happy. She was thrilled because this meant Soul reciprocated the feelings that Maka realised she had as well. However, she was also somewhat worried about how fast things were happening. She really liked Soul and she didn't want things to get messed up, but she figured they'd cross that bridge when they got there.
It was funny; they talked a lot while enjoying the scenery of the overlook, but more often than not, they were stealing glances at each other. Whenever Soul caught her staring, he would lean down to kiss her again; soft, quick but affectionate kisses. He seemed to be excited about this newfound freedom and Maka was too, but she was just too bashful to initiate anything yet.
"So,you're sleeping in Tsubaki's room tonight, right?" He inquired passively; Maka's attention was instantly drawn back to the pain in her neck from the night before. She was not looking forward to sleeping on the floor again. She sighed audibly at the thought.
"Yeeeeaaaah..."
"You sound really bummed out by that." He snickered; Maka grimaced and nodded.
"It can't be that bad can it? I mean, it's not like she's making you sleep on the floor." Maka sighed again at his accuracy and Soul, being a perceptive bastard, picked up on it.
"No... Seriously?"
"Well, Tsubaki wanted me to sleep in with her in the bed but she's a really violent sleeper. I'd rather sleep on the floor then get punched in the face."
"But the floor is cold and dirty. You can't be alright with that."
"I don't really have a choice."
"Yeah... you do." Soul said, scratching the back of his head. Maka was confused, the sudden awkwardness Soul was projecting only added to that.
"And what's that?"
"You could stay with me... in my room." Shit... Maka didn't know what to say to that. Sharing a room, not to mention a bed was a big step... Wasn't this going a little too fast? Her uncertainty must've shown clearly as Soul started to stutter, trying to make his intentions clear.
"OH, hey... I didn't mean like that! I'm not trying to make you do anything you don't want to and plus I live with Black Star, so it's not like we could do anything...I just don't want you to sleep on the floor...and ugh, so uncool..."
Maka was eased by his promise and a little amused by how nervous he was. She knew Soul meant what he said and the temptation of actually sleeping in a bed tonight far outweighed the notion that sharing a bed with a boy you just met was improper.
"Thank you, Soul. That'd be great."
"Oh, awesome." He sighed, seeming relieved. "It's getting late, we should probably head back."
"Alright."
It was only a short drive back to campus and Maka felt a little disappointed because she had been enjoying the ride on Soul's motorcycle. The parking lot in front of Eibon hall was full, so they parked closer to the main gate. Soul was surprised when Maka was the one to take his hand as they made their way back to the dorm, not that he was objecting.
"Can we go riding again tomorrow, Soul?"
"Sure, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
And he truly was. Soul was happy that he could show her something she could enjoy and not be afraid of. It also showed him that she trusted his judgement, and trusted him with her safety. Trust wasn't something Soul took for granted from anyone, but he was especially grateful to have Maka's. Soul could tell she had difficulties with things like that because of the way she was brought up with her father's philandering ways and her mother's abandonment; it was no wonder she had problems trusting people, especially guys. Soul was flattered by the faith she had in him and he wasn't about to let her down.
"Oh, I should probably tell you, Black*Star's a bit of a slob, so his side of the room is pretty gross, and yeah... Sorry about that."
"Meh, I'm not surprised. Should expect that much coming from that guy."
"Heh, tell me about it."
It wasn't long before they reached the dorm. They got in through the basement door as Soul's room was closer to the entrance. Walking past the couches they'd been lounging on earlier, Maka couldn't help but marvel at how much had happened since then. They reached his door; Soul sorted through his keys and unlocked it. He flipped the light on and revealed a room that was horribly messy on one side and reasonably straightened up on the other. Soul and Black*Star were provided the same furniture that Kim and Tsubaki had. Their beds were arranged in an L shape design, one bed was a high loft on top facing one direction, and the bottom was a low loft facing the other. Maka hoped Soul's bed was on the low loft, because she didn't like high lofts; there weren't any barriers on either sides of the bed, and she had a fear of accidentally rolling and falling off in the middle of the night.
On what Maka assumed to be Black Star's side of the room was trash, dirty dishes, and clothes haphazardly sprawled out all over the place. Maka scrunched her nose at the disaster area while Soul graciously offered her a seat at his better kept desk. Soul's side of the room was nice. It wasn't immaculate, not that she was expecting it to be; his bed wasn't made and there were a few empty bottles of soda on his dresser, but it was nothing grotesque like Black*Stars mess. The wall facing his bed was adorned with posters of various cult classic movies and rock bands. On his dresser sat a decent sized television with a PS3 hooked up and next to his desk, was an electric keyboard.
"I keep telling that jackass to pick up his shit."
Maka was sympathetic for Soul, since the mess obviously bothered him.
"It's fine Soul, I don't mind."
Even as she told him this, Soul continued to make an attempt to make his bed a little before he sat on it. Something on Soul's desk caught Maka's eye and she leaned over to pick it up.
"Um.. Soul?" She held up the videogame case up for him to see as he sat down. "Are these... Nazi zombies?"
He smiled and chuckled, taking the game case from her.
"Yeah! Oh, don't tell me you've never heard of Black Ops."
"I don't really play video games that much."
"You should, Call of Duty is fun. Killing zombies is a great stress reliever. It would probably be a good outlet for you too; better than assaulting people with books, at least." Maka found a stray shoe on the floor and Soul laughed when she chucked it at his face. He removed the disk from his case and inserted it into the console, turning his TV on while doing so. He reached into the top drawer under the TV and pulled out two controllers, turning them on.
"C'mere, I want you to play with me." He beckoned her over to sit next to him on the bed. She blushed at the innuendo, raising her eyebrows. Soul laughed again.
"Pfft, not like that, you pervert. Come on, I want you to shoot some zombies with me."
"But I don't know how!"
"S'alright. I'll teach you." Video games never really appealed to Maka but since Soul was so insistent, she slipped off her shoes and joined him on his bed, sitting cross legged as he handed her the controller. Video games can't be that hard, right? Little kids were able to play them so that must mean anyone was capable right?
"So, we'll start with one player so I can show you how..."
"Nah, it's good. Lets just play."
"...What? But you just said you don't know how."
"It's fine, I'll figure it out as we play."
"Kay..." It was true, Maka had never touched a ps3 controler until now and she still had no idea what she was getting herself into, but Maka was a stubborn person. She didn't like asking for help if she could avoid it. She was sure she'd get the hang of the game quickly, at least she was sure before the game actually started. The screen was split horizontally; Soul was player 1 and she was player 2. They were spawned in a dark spacious lobby, where tattered old Nazi flags covered the walls. A group of creatures with glowing yellow eyes came limping from around the corner; the zombies, Maka assumed. It was then Maka realized she didn't know how to move her character. She tried moving her left and right analogue simultaneously and all that did was make her screen spin. The zombies were still coming towards her.
"Having some difficulties?" Soul smiled as he watched Maka's screen flail. She pouted.
"Noooo!" She started mashing the X button but that only made the orientation worse. So she began mashing all of the buttons simultaneously and that didn't solve anything. The zombies closed in on her and she watched as her character get attacked.
She hadn't noticed Soul crawl behind Maka in her moment of crisis. She jumped when his arms wrapped around her, placing his hands over hers on the controls and stilling them. Her breath hitched when he rested his chin on her shoulder, his white hair tickling her cheek.
"But Soul, you'll die!" Maka exclaimed, referring to Soul's in-game character.
"It's cool, just a game anyways." He walked her through the basics of how the game was played. He explained that the left analogue stick to for moving and the right adjustedt the camera view. The X button was used to jump, square button to access inventory, triangle button to change guns, and O button to change stances... whatever that meant. She couldn't really focus with him being so close; the way he talked softly into her ear like that sent chills up her spine. She still wasn't used to the physical closeness even though they were already kissing. Maka was nervous, but also excited; his proximity made her feel warm and made her body long to have more contact with his own. She supposed this is what it felt like to be turned on.
"Maka, did you hear what I said?"
"Uhhh..."
"Pfft way to listen, nerd. Okay, you use R1 to shoot, like this see?" He retracted his finger so hers would press the correct button. Okay, she had it now. She rounded the corner when a few zombies broke in through a window and staggered menacingly towards her. She aimed and fired but she couldn't seem to shoot one. She practically showered the crowd of zombies with bullets but to no avail. Soul was supportive though, correcting her timing and her aim; he was just about as excited as she was when she killed her first group of zombies.
"Oh my gosh Soul, I did it!"
"Yes! That was so cool!" In his moment of excitement, he promptly pressed a kiss to her temple. She was so distracted by this that she didn't notice the group of zombies that had come up from behind her character, and before she knew it, Maka was killed again.
"Awwww, you made me die."
"Heh, sorry." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and began nuzzling his face into her neck. She shuddered when he pressed his lips to her skin. The game was forgotten, the audio became white noise as Maka tilted her head to give Soul better access . All was going well until they heard a knock at the door.
"I wonder who that... Did you tell Tsubaki you'd be in my room tonight?" Maka was slightly dazed, it took a moment to process what Soul had said.
"Umm... Oh yeah, I texted her before we got back."
"Who is it?" Soul called but no one answered. He reluctantly got up to go answer the door. No one was there, but there was a plastic shopping bag hanging off the door handle. It looked like there was a note and some clothing in the bag; Soul took out the piece of paper and examined it.
"It's for you." Soul brought Maka the bag and handed her the note. Apparently, it was from Tsubaki.
Dear Maka-chan,
I got your text saying you are sleeping at Soul's tonight. I just wanted to let you know that Kim and I won't be in the room this evening; our friend Jackie is sick and were going over to take care of her. So you won't be able to get into the room because it will be locked. I brought you something to wear to bed and I hope you and Soul have fun this evening.
-Tsubaki
There was some sort of black and white garment in the bag and Maka took it out to examine it...
"What the fuck?" Soul beat her to the punch. Maka's worst fears had come true... A sexy maid's outfit. The get-up consisted of some sort of lace apron babydoll, completely unlined and see through and a matching lace thong. This outfit covered absolutely nothing, it couldn't even be considered clothing. She was so angry; Soul was really alarmed when he saw Maka's shoulders begin to shake. She looked like she wanted to kill someone.
"Maka... are you okay?"
"She's so fucking despicable! What the fuck is her problem?! The fucking nerve of her to lock me out of her room with nothing but a bit of lace to sleep in!"
She threw the bag and its contents across the room.
"Why can't she just fucking mind her own business? I don't need anyone's fucking help with my love life, god damn it! Why can't she just leave me alone..." Maka was frustrated to tears but she hated crying in front of others; there was just too much pride in her body for that.
So, Maka buried her face in her hands and let out an exasperated gasp. Soul didn't know what to do. He wanted to do something to help but he wasn't sure how. He didn't blame Maka for feeling or reacting the way she did. What Tsubaki did was really fucked up and he was really annoyed and embarrassed himself, but Soul wasn't used to handling other people's emotions. Should he hug her or something? That probably wouldn't help; she looked way too agitated. He wanted to offer some sort of physical comfort though, so he settled for putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I don't think Tsubaki acted alone. I have a feeling the Thompsons and Kim helped her. I'm so sorry, Maka. I don't know if they thought they were doing me a favor or what, but this was completely uncool of them." She sighed and lifted her head after being sure she could keep her composure. The sleeves from her hoodie were wet from her eyes and she was grimacing at the skimpy lingerie in the corner of the room.
"Well, I guess I'm sleeping in my clothes tonight."
"Nah, you don't have to. You can wear something of mine to bed. I mean, if you're alright with that."
"...Sure. I'd really appreciate that." Maka decided to take him on his offer. Sleeping in a blouse and a denim skirt didn't really appeal to her. They went over to his dresser drawers and opened up the second one where Soul kept his boxers, socks and night clothes. He handed her the smallest shirt he had, a Metallica band shirt. There was only one pair of pj bottoms and Maka told Soul to wear them because she didn't want him to sleep in his jeans.
"I'm really sorry... I need to do laundry." Soul apologised. Although he didn't have any more pairs of sleep shorts or pajamas, Maka noticed he had a plethora of boxer shorts.
"Hey, can I just borrow a pair of your boxers or something?" Maka didn't give a shit anymore with how annoyed she was and it was better than sleeping in her panties. Soul's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Yeah, that's fine, whatever you're comfortable with." She chose a pair of light blue ones and while he went into the bathroom to change into his sleep pants, Maka changed as well. The shirt was too big for her and she had to take out her ponytail to fasten a knot on the side of his boxers so they would stay on her hips. Soul knocked and asked if it was alright to come back inside. When he opened the door, he was in awe a little. Soul didn't understand why he was turned on by the sight of her in his clothes but it probably was due to the appearance of intimacy between them that appealed to him. He shook his head; it was not the time nor the place to be having those kinds of thoughts. Maka was trusting him to be a gentleman, so that's exactly what he was going to be: a fucking gentleman.
"So um.. You look kinda tired. You wanna turn in now?"
"Yeah, sure, might as well." Maka spoke stiffly, still in a very sour mood. A thought struck her suddenly: if everyone else was expecting her to get laid tonight, was Soul expecting that too? There was no way she was ready for that. Soul turned off the light and got in bed while Maka eyed him almost suspiciously. She stood there for a few moments before Soul had enough.
"Are you going to come to bed?" She snapped out of her thoughts at that and crawled into bed with him, creating as much distance between their bodies as possible. This didn't work well considering they were in a twin-sized bed, with Maka was teetering on the very edge of the mattress facing away from Soul. She kept her eyes squinted shut in poorly executed fake sleep until Soul tapped her on the shoulder.
"C'mere, you're gonna fall off if you lay that close to the edge."
"It's whatever. If I end up on the floor, I'll just sleep there again." That came out colder than Maka had intended it to sound, making Soul flinch.
"You don't wanna do that, there are ants down there."
"I don't care."
"Okay, what the hell is your problem?" Maka looked over to see him with a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face. He was fed up with this shit. She was acting so coldly towards him and Soul didn't know how to deal with her when he was just trying to offer some comfort.
"Nothing... I'm just not ready for this."
"Ready for what? We're not even doing anything."
"For sex! Or was the slutty maid outfit not a big enough hint?" She spat back. "Everyone else is expecting us to do it! You probably are, too! For all I know, you're probably in on this! You, Hiro, you men are all alike!" Maka saw the hurt on his face and instantly knew she was being unfair. Soul sat up, his expression melting into a look of offense.
"You really think I'm on the same level with that douche? Thanks, Maka, thanks a lot." The words stung as he looked upon her with hard, cold eyes; it probably wasn't unlike the the looks she had been directing at him only moments before. Dirty looks he did nothing to deserve. She was suddenly very unsure of herself.
"I..uh..."
"Do you think I like having my dumbass friends stick their noses into my love life all the time? Because I don't and I've been putting up with this bull shit for years. Seriously, I've never done this before and I'm just about as unsure in all of this as you are. But even if I wasn't, I would never try to persuade you to doing something you weren't absolutely sure you were ready for. I would never try to take advantage of you like that, Maka. Trust isn't something I take for granted."
"...Why me?" It was all she could think to say. If his friends had been pressing him about this for years, how was it that Soul hadn't done this with another girl already?
"Because I didn't meet a girl who was good enough until now." He said flatly. The annoyance from his features was gone but the contentment had yet to return.
"As sappy and uncool as it sounds, you're really special to me and I really don't want to mess this up." Maka was both flattered and excited to find out how much she meant to Soul. She was also ashamed for treating him so bitterly and unfairly.
"Soul... I'm so sorry."
"Why, are you rejecting me?" He laughed when she sputtered, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"No! Soul, I really like you a lot, too! You didn't deserve being treated like that." She sat up to express how serious she was. Soul only sighed.
"Maka, I don't care about that. If nothing else, I just want you to feel like you can trust me... and I don't really think you do." It was then that his cell phone began to ring. He held up his finger to tell her he'd only be a second.
"What do you want, Black*Star?...What why?... No, dude, you don't have to just... But we're not... Ugh, whatever, you suck. Bye." Soul dropped his phone aggravatedly back on the windowsill and turned towards Maka.
"Hey, Black*Star's not coming back tonight. Since you don't seem comfortable sharing a bed with me, I'll just sleep in his bed and you can sleep here in mine." He attempted to crawl out of bed but Maka lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his waist to stop him.
"No Soul, don't... I didn't mean any of the things I said. I was just really upset and confused. I do trust you and I care about you. We just haven't known each other that long and this is all happening really fast and I... I don't know. I just want you to stay, okay?" Soul turned lifting his legs so they were back up on the bed, wrapping his arms around her small frame to pull her close. Maka wasn't used to expressing her feelings like this and neither was he. Everything just felt so natural between them, they both felt so at ease in each other's presence. It was only in retrospect when the pair realised that had been the first time they had ever embraced like that.
"Yeah, I know it's crazy, but I think the reason things are happening so fast is because we're just hitting it off really well." She laughed at his observation, her body shaking against his. Soul shoved the thoughts of how nice her body felt against his to the very back of his mind.
"We can take this as slow or as fast as you want, Maka. Only do what you're comfortable with." It was with Soul's sweet and reassuring words that all of Maka's worries were put completely at ease. She realised she was alright with the way things were going as long as it was on her terms and she didn't feel like she was being pressured into anything. But Maka had a new growing concern. Did Soul have any inhibitions or things he wasn't comfortable with doing? She didn't want to pressure him into doing something he wasn't ready for.
"What about you?" Maka asked as she let go of his midsection to run her hands up his chest and wrap her arms around his neck. He was barely able to repress a shiver.
"What about me?" He sighed as she nuzzled his cheek with her nose... She was so fucking cute. She was kneeling beside him and Soul decided the the safest place to put his hands was on her hips.
"What... are you okay with doing?" She was too bashful to ask bluntly what her limitations were as to what she was allowed to try. Soul understood though, smiling softly as she brushed her nose against his, their lips only a hair's breadth apart.
"I'm cool with anything you want to do." And with that she pressed her lips to his. Maka didn't really know where all this confidence was coming from, nor did she really care. She noticed while Soul was receptive to everything she did, he made no attempt to deepen the kiss or make any advances. He was letting her call all the shots, being such a gentleman. She experimentally poked her tongue out to run it along Soul's lips. He immediately obliged, opening his mouth and softly angling it against hers. It was slow at first, neither of them having any experience with making out. Soul was hesitant, his tongue running against hers as she explored the new territory that was his mouth. They tried out different ways of angling their heads, figuring out which ways were most suitable.
It was only slightly awkward in the beginning, but not nearly as awkward as Maka's first experience with Hiro. Thinking back to it, that was kind of pathetic on Hiro's part, considering all the practice he supposedly had. It was when they eventually got the hang of it, that Soul became braver with his actions. Poor guy couldn't help himself. He pulled her tightly against him as their rhythm became more heady. He ran his hands up and down her back and along her sides, not really of his own volition but because he was becoming a little intoxicated by her presence. He was doing everything in his power to keep from groping her.
Maka moaned against his lips, reveling in this new sensation; this needy want to be closer to him. Acting on this desire, she lifted her knee and placed it on the other side of Soul to straddle his hips. That was when Soul lost grip on his self control. It was only for a moment but apparently that was all the time Soul needed to flip her onto her back and continue with their activities on top of her. For a second, he was afraid he'd gone to far, but was put at ease by the sound of Maka's giggling against his mouth. This new position wasn't working out great for Soul; not only did he have to resist the urge to feel her up, but now he had to resist the urge to grind into her as well. Maka liked it though, she ran her hands along the muscles of his back, taking delight in the feeling of his chiseled contours. Soul had a lovely body, and a lovely ass, she recalled. She hadn't noticed her hands had wandered down to the small of his back. Well, since she was already there, Maka figured one little grab wouldn't hurt. So she did and Soul froze. She didn't even have a chance to marvel at how firm it was before Soul pulled back to stare at her incredulously.
"...Did you really just grope my ass?"
"...Maybe."
"...Is it okay if I... I mean... Ah shit." Soul rubbed the back of his neck feeling like a complete idiot. Was there a cool way to ask permission to feel someone up? Maka thought his bashfulness was sweet.
"Yeah, it's fine, Soul." She pulled him back down to kiss him again and it only took a moment before they were back in sync. Soul's hands wandered from the place on her hips slipping behind her to fondle her ass. It felt better than Maka expected it to, her breath hitched and her legs lifted off the bed and wrapped around Soul's hips. Soul was going to lose his mind; she was actually grinding herself against his crotch, against the hard-on he just realized he had. Was Maka okay with that? She must've been, judging from the wonderful sounding gasps and mewls that escaped her. She was being silly, she didn't need to go through all that trouble, Soul would gladly do it for her.
Maka was very pleased with this, her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she writhed beneath him. Soul broke away again for air as Maka craned her head back after a few particularly satisfying thrusts against her core, exposing her long, elegant neck to him. He wanted to taste it. Soul dipped his head down, teasingly avoiding her lips. He instead trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth down her jaw and closer to his target. He loved this, from the delicious smell of her hair, to the feeling of her rapid pulse under his tongue. He also loved the little gasps and whispers of his name as he nibbled and sucked on Maka's pale skin. She couldn't be bothered by the fact that he was probably going to leave a mark, the feeling of his mouth against her skin sending chills up and down her spine. Soul took delight in feeling her trembling beneath him. His hands were moving again, around her hips and up the planes of her taut stomach; Soul stopped just short of her breasts.
"Hey... how bout here?" His voice was low and husky, his breath hot against her worried skin; everything was making Maka excited.
"Mmm, anywhere you want."
"Heh, shouldn't tell me that." He chuckled as he began to caress the mounds of incredibly soft flesh. Soul soon discovered all the qualities smaller tits had; they were perkier, more sensitive judging from the way Maka moaned and arched her back, they fit in his hands perfectly and they could probably fit in his mouth too... But he should probably test that theory later. She wasn't wearing a bra and he reveled in the fact that the only thing that separated his hands from her delicate pale skin was that flimsy band shirt of his. He felt one of her nipples harden beneath his hands, so he teased it in between his forefinger and thumb. After a particularly loud groan and shiver, Maka attempted to do the unthinkable; she attempted to pull her shirt over her head. That was when painful reality came crashing down on Soul; for he had remembered he didn't have a condom. He managed to catch her hands before she was able to expose her bare chest to him and pinned them on either side of her head. The flushed, pouty face she made was too fucking adorable.
"Aw c'mon, what's wrong?" She whined and Soul desperately wanted to just let her take off her clothes but that would be too irresponsible. If they went any further, there would be no way he could handle just stopping. He cursed himself for not keeping any on hand just in case.
"Maka, we can't." He sighed reluctantly as she squirmed to escape his grasp.
"Why not?"
"Because we don't have any protection."
"...Oh."
"Yeah." He let go of her wrists; she huffed and crossed her arms.
"Tease.." She muttered under her breath and he laughed despite his painfully neglected member.
"Pfft, excuse me?"
They both decided that if things got too intimate they would probably get carried away, so the pair settled for spending the rest of the night kissing and touching each other until they exhausted themselves. Both Soul and Maka were surprised to see how late it had gotten when they finally decided to turn in, the red numbers on Soul's alarm clock displaying to them that it was a little past 3 AM. It gave them both a whole new appreciation for the saying "time flies when you're having fun".
They laid there; Maka on her back and Soul on his side, resting his head on Maka's chest. She absently ran her fingers through his hair, having a bit of a déjà vu moment as she did. Soul loved the feeling of her playing with his hair, fighting the urge to doze off as he sighed contently.
"So, are we dating now or something?" He chuckled; Maka perked up at the words Soul badly disguised as a passive comment. She was thoughtful about how to respond.
"Aren't you supposed to go out on dates before start you dating someone?"
"Typically and we just went on one, so that counts." Wait. What? When did they... oh!
"The haunted house... that was a date?"
"Yeah... I thought it was... I thought you knew."
"No." They stared at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing; both finding amusement at how ridiculous they felt.
"Oh my god, I'm so oblivious. I feel so dumb!"
"Nah, I'm an idiot for assuming things." Soul waited for their chuckles to die down before he started again.
"Seriously though, will you go out with me?" She looked down at him to see complete sincerity in his eyes. Maka's heart sputtered erratically; Soul was asking her to be his girlfriend. In the back of her mind, she knew how cliche it was with how happy that made her was, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
"Yeah, alright." The smile that spread across Soul's face was radiant; his eyes were a gleaming red, reflecting how immensely pleased he was.
"Cool."
AN: Wow so first time writing intense romance like that... Hope it was alright. Thank you wifey's Bitter November, and GlitterGoat for all the help and the edits, And Thank you Lu for all of the help and making me write everyday. I got the lingerie I was describing off of the Victoria's Secret website. If you want to see the lingerie click this~ sleepwear/lingerie/sexy-little-french-maid-sexy-little-things?ProductID=21929&CatalogueType=OLS Also for any of my readers that play Black Ops, I was attempting to describe kino der toten map. I was trying to go off what I remembered from it, please don't flame me for inaccuracy's its been a while since I payed T-T Thank you all for the love and support I'll update as soon as I can!