"Excuse me?" Maka practically shrieked the words, then glared at Soul's snickering.
"It's true," Their director and scriptwriter, Kid told her.
"And you actually…" she trailed off, clearly not wanting to actually believe this new bit of information.
"Well, I am the writer of the show. It's good to know what the audience wants, so I occasionally poke around in the fandom."
"But you actually read that stuff?" The mortification was clear on Maka's face, her voice still a few octaves higher than normal.
"Well, I, do not, but I have, erm, associates who do."
Soul looked over at Maka's calculating features. There was a short moment of thought before green eyes narrowed and very tight lips growled out the name "Liz."
Soul sputtered out the laughter that he could no longer contain and Maka turned her glare onto him. He visibly flinched, knowing full well the pain she could inflict. He still had a large bruise on his upper arm, and a sore jaw from their last onscreen fist fight. Although they had the agreement not to hold back power in their punches when they fought, Maka constantly had to call "cut" to make sure that he was okay. He generally wasn't, but he would always lie so they could finish the scene. The girl was brutal, and was definitely not someone he would want to piss off.
"Now, now," Kid intervened before they could begin to bicker. "No fighting or arguing. You can save that hostility for the set. Maka, you are correct, Liz was the one who informed me of this, but it doesn't necessarily mean there will be any changes. I just wanted to inform you that I have scheduled a meeting with the team this evening to discuss the matter. They may or may not insist on a slight shift in plot."
"God, don't tell me I'll have a redemption arc." Soul groaned, tossing his head back. The direction his character was going was far from redemption, plus Soul enjoyed playing the villain. Turning him to the good side just because fans want a two characters to have a relationship was utter bullshit. Besides, fans would continue on "shipping" them together whether or not they became canon. So there was no point in changing anything.
"We don't know what will happen yet. But everything will obviously stay in character, and I feel that, first off, villain turned good guy trope is overdone, and I, personally, don't particularly like it. And second, Casper would not join the side of the heroes, it's not in his nature. I will alert you of any possible changes that may be made after the meeting. You two are dismissed."
"But this is all bullshit!" Maka called out, standing up from her chair. "Why would we change the direction of the plot just because people on the internet want us to fuck. They're obviously perfectly content with writing their own sex scenes."
Soul grabbed her wrist only to have his hand shaken off. He latched onto her again more tightly this time and she whipped her head over to look at him. He tried his best to give her a reasoning look, which he only half expected to work. But surprisingly enough she loosened up the muscles in her arm and heaved a sigh.
"Fine," she said. "I'm leaving."
She jerked her arm away from his grasp and stormed off in a huff. Soul turned to Kid who stood there, neutral expression having never wavered.
"I guess she's just really passionate about keeping the script as is." Soul shrugged.
"Either that, or she really doesn't want to have an onscreen relationship with you." Kid offered as he started placing his papers in his briefcase.
"Well, she's made it very clear that she's against offscreen relationships as well, so it only makes sense."
"You take care, Soul. I'll contact you two later tonight." Kid waved him off without acknowledging his comment.
Soul walked out of his office and made his way to the elevator. The walls were a bland beige colour and the occasional pictures did nothing to spice up the decor. God, he hated this building.
The elevator doors opened and long smooth arms pulled him inside. The elevator doors hadn't even closed yet and his and Maka's lips were already smashed together in a sloppy kiss. The doors were shut and Maka pushed him against the wall, hands gripping at tufts of his white hair. Soul felt around the front wall for the button to take them downstairs but Maka stopped him short. He felt the familiar callouses of her palm wrap around his wrist and guide his hand to her waist. He snaked his arm around the small of her back, pulling her as close to him as she could get.
She detached from his lips and moved down to trace kisses along his jaw.
"I'm thinking Kid might be catching on." he rasped out.
"What makes you say that?" she whispered against the underside of his chin.
"He seems suspicious and–" The feel of her teeth nibbling at his earlobe cut him off, forcing a moan out of him.
"You know Maka, as much as I'd love the elevator sex, maybe we should wait until we're not in the same building as our boss who is already starting to figure out we're together."
She stepped back from her and looked at him, her green eyes filled with burning lust that made his blood boil.
"He's leaving for his meeting in ten minutes. Everyone else is gone, we could easily sneak into a room and hide in there."
"What, and get locked inside?"
"Is there a problem with that?" She stepped forward and pressed against him, her hands slowly making their way up from his chest to his shoulders. There was a challenge in her voice that he almost gave into. He definitely wanted to take her up on her offer, but he knew better than that.
He reached behind his neck and to find her hand. His fingers laced themselves through hers, and looked into her eyes that had seemed to calm down just a bit.
"We really should head out. We can head on over to my place, I'm sure you can wait the five minutes it takes to get there. Call a cab, continue where we left off?"
She sighed deeply and dropped her head onto his chest. She breathed out a resigned "fine" and Soul pressed the elevator button. The elevator jerked as it began its descent and Maka turned her head to look up at him.
"So what were you saying about Kid catching on?"
"Oh right, it's just that he's subtly been dropping hints that he knows. First, I feel as if there's been a few times when he may have caught us together hiding onset. Second, just now when I said that you had made it clear that you don't want an onscreen or offscreen relationship, he just ignored the second part. I could practically see him holding back that knowing smirk. Then there's the whole discussion of the possible change in plot where Casper and Isabelle may possibly end up together."
"Oh yeah, what are your thoughts on that?"
"Ah, well I think–"
The elevator jerked as it arrived on the main level and Maka pulled away from Soul. Maka straightened her clothes and stood up as straight as she could, walking out before him. He was left with a very nice view of her perfect ass, her hips swayed back and forth thanks to her four inch wedges that went perfectly with her blue jeans. The elevator doors started to close reminding him that he needed to stop admiring his girlfriend's ass and, instead, follow her, he stuck his arm out to stop the doors and walked out to catch up with Maka.
He walked outside the revolving door and found Maka waiting impatiently by his motorcycle. Right, he forgot he drove here.
"If Kid sees us leaving together, especially on my motorcycle, then he willdefinitely suspect something's up." He dug around in his pocket, but could not find his–
"Looking for these?" Maka held up the carabiner that had all his keys hanging from it, a mischievous smirk on her face.
Soul walked forward, shaking his head at the sneaky pickpocket he was dating. When he reached up to grab the keys from her she snatched his wrist and pulled him forward, pressing her lips against his.
Maybe the kiss was distracting for a moment, but he quickly recovered and easily stole his keys back and pulled away from her. She crossed her arms over her chest with a huff and pursed her lips in a pout.
Soul mounted his bike and looked up at her. "Your place, my place, or somewhere for dinner?"
"Ugh, if we must. let's get some food, you haven't told me your thoughts on Casper and Isabelle yet." she said as she got on the bike behind him.
"As you wish."