Day 29: Power Outage

Rating: PG


He doesn't expect the pillow to the face-partially because this is his meister for fuck's sake, and she she doesn't do things like pillow fights, and partially because it's fucking dark, and he literally doesn't see it coming.

They'd been in the middle of a Christmas movie when the lights flickered for a second and then everything went dark.

"Soul, did you forget the power bill?" He can't see her in the dim of their living room, but he can feel her accusing stare.

"What? No!"

"Are you sure? Because it was your turn this month."

"Dammit Maka, I said I didn't forget."

"Well there's got to be some reason the power's out."

"Well it wasn't me!" She snorts disbelievingly and Soul grumbles under his breath. He gets up and manages to avoid slamming his shins into the coffee table. He peeks out the curtain and gives Maka a triumphant grin that she can barely see. "See? See that?"

Maka squints. "See what?"

"Exactly. The whole block's dark."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'. Told you I paid the bill." It is about this time that he receives a disturbingly accurate pillow to the face. "That was not an apology," he grumbles, and he can echolocate Maka by the sound of her muffled giggle. "Oh, that's it." He flings the decorative couch pillow back and is rewarded with Maka's yelp.

If he's stealthy enough, he thinks that he can get out of her range before she retaliates. He makes it halfway across the living room before he gets another pillow to the face. Her aim is eerily accurate.

"No escape, Soul~" she laughs lightly, and he grins in the dark, using her ammo as his shield. He circles close, eyes adjusting to the dark hopefully a little quicker than hers.

"I don't need to escape," he says, and his voice is much closer than she was expecting. She jumps a little and then he pounces, pillow in hand. She shrieks, but it turns into helpless giggling as he smushes the pillow into her face and volleys a secondary attack with his fingers against her ribs.

"Sooul!" she gasps between attacks. He doesn't bother to hide his chuckle as she beats him about the head with the pillow in retaliation. "You jerk!"

"You started it!" he insists, half-heartedly slapping back. He thinks if he can hide his head she can't hit him, and that's effective up until he's burying his head in her stomach and she's curling around him and he's gifted with a bare patch of skin just perfect for his lips. She stiffens completely at the faint kiss she feels ghosting across her stomach.

And then he's blowing the most impressively flatulent raspberry she's ever heard, and she's beating him about the head furiously.

When the power finally comes back on, the living room is almost completely destroyed, and somewhere in the middle of an overturned couch and tornadoed cushions, Soul and Maka sleep the sleep of the exhausted, sides still aching from laughter.