055 : Waiting
Maka put a hand to her stomach and almost smiled at the butterflies that seemed to flutter within. As she pushed the newly graded tests to the top of her organized and clean desk, she relished in the feeling of nervousness like many wouldn't. Having to deal with teenagers day in and day out with being a teacher definitely made her already iron back-bone all the stronger. And, not to forget, there was the fact that Maka dealt with more life-or-death situations then she could care to count that made her only blink at situations that would have people's palms clammy and limbs fidgety.
Yet, as she clicked the cap of her pen back on, she knew she had good reason to be feeling nervous and for her nerves of steel to instead feel like jelly.
Because, in now less then five minutes, her partner that she hadn't seen for four years would be waltzing in (figuratively of course, although Maka knew he could pull the metaphor literally).
It had been heartbreaking when Soul had left, and this time Maka wasn't using a metaphor. By the time he'd left with his two bags and guitar case to be the Death Scythe for Australia, a sardonic grin on his face one more time, Maka only then realized she had been completely and irrefutably in love with him.
She had almost gone mad, it had been ridiculous. The blond could have never imagined the hurt of losing someone who you spent almost all your time with; realizing she was in love with him and not being able to tell him was only a fraction of the hurt. She could still close her eyes and feel the indescribable hurt when she would wake up in the morning and make breakfast for two out of habit, only to realize when she sat down that it was now only her who was eating at the table for two. And the fact that his cologne seemed to stick for years on end in the room he no longer used or in the clothes he didn't need, Maka sometimes felt like her sinuses were doing it out of spite.
Of course she was perfect at repressing her emotions from everyone else, even her Papa didn't know to this day the way she would sometimes just sit on the couch in one of Soul's jackets; hands around herself to try and steady her erratic heartbeats and gasping breaths.
As the clock chimed two, Maka suddenly felt her stomach drop and her mind go blank with her past thoughts. He'd be coming any second now.
Suddenly groping her her desk drawer, and subsequently ruining its orderly manner, she dug out her small mirror. Snapping it open, she first checked her hair that she'd decided to leave long today, and then went down to check her make-up. She didn't wear much, a little mascara to bring out her lashes and a dash of smokey brown eyeshadow to bring out her bright green eyes, but it always helped in making her look at least half her age.
When a knock resounded from the door, the mirror clattered to the floor as Maka stood in a fluster. Telling herself to take a deep breath, she straightened her pencil-skirt and made sure the buttons on her jacket were done up.
She lifted her right foot to take the first step towards the door.
'Just imagine that it's another student, just a new student,' she thought to herself.
She was now lifting her left foot.
'You're a twenty one year old woman, have confidence.'
Another step.
'Breathe, Maka, breathe. It's just Soul.'
By this time she was almost at the door.
'Don't think about how you're so happy that he's finally come back that you want to yell out like Black*Star.'
Her hand was at the knob.
'Don't think about how you're still in love with him.'
She opened the door with grace, making sure not to put too much strength so that it'd dramatically swing forward.
Not even blinking, she took in the tall person before her. He had silver hair that was weighed down with it's length that brushed the tops of his shoulders and his red eyes were wide as he matched Maka's blatant starring. His face was tanner then she remembered, and he had a new scar that cut into his left eyebrow.
"Yo," Soul said as he lifted a hand and the corners of his mouth, showing off teeth just as sharp as she remembered.
"Hey," she answered breathlessly back, her jacket suddenly feeling tight to her heart that wanted to leap out.
The silence and starring resumed, and Maka felt like a black void had suddenly sucked the two of them in or, as cheesy as it sounds, time had stopped.
And then suddenly Soul had crashed his lips against hers and the world was turning at the speed of light.
Maka barely had enough sense of what was happening to lift her hands into his mess of hair and lean into the kiss full force, opening her mouth as invitation. Their tongues tangled as Soul managed to close the door with a swift kick behind him.
The blond noted that it was harder to kiss him then she imagined, having to give care to not cut her tongue on his sharp teeth.
Eventually he broke away from her lips to dip his head down to her neck, causing Maka to feel light-headedness that she knew wasn't just because of her oxygen shortage from their passionate kiss.
"I...I missed you," she managed to get out even as his tongue glided along her visible collar-bone.
This caused the weapon to stop and straighten, to look into her flushed face and dazed emerald eyes.
"I missed you too Maka," he grinned as he dipped down to her lips once again, "Why do you think I'm doing this?"
That was as good as any 'I love you' confession she was going to get from him and she was suddenly desperate for him at the thought that he might feel the same about her, that he had felt her presence in the smallest things when she had no longer been there next to him.
She craned her neck to bring their lips back together and suddenly it was like something had cracked, like their first kiss wasn't even the meaning of frantic like she'd thought. When he bit down on her lower lip, Maka couldn't hold in the loud moan that echoed from her throat. This seemed to encourage Soul all the more as suddenly he began to lean forward so much Maka felt like she might tip over. But it seemed that they had been slowly moving towards her desk as she felt the old wood dig into the backs of her legs in needed support.
Not hesitating, she hoisted herself onto the desk and beckoned with a sly grin for Soul to follow. Maka barely had enough time to catch his smirk before he was on top of her, one of his hands above her head as he leaned on his elbow to maintain balance while the other began to hike up her skirt, Maka's own hands throwing whatever was on the wooden work-place on the floor without a single care before coming to wrap around his neck as if to bring him closer.
But when that hand next to her head moved to cup her chest, Maka suddenly felt like it was time to take a moment to think, to breathe. It took all her will-power to lift her hands from his neck to push against his chest in a means of stopping him. Soul got the message immediately and he lifted his head from hers.
"What?" he asked with red eyes only half open, hazy from satisfaction.
"What are you doing?" she managed to get out as her heart began ramming against her ribs again.
"Like I said before, I missed you," he said as he stood on his knees, his hands coming to the buttons on her jacket.
As he popped open the first one, Maka didn't have the will to stop him but did say, "People usually get flowers or presents to say that. Not start making out."
"Well, you were always a special one, weren't you Maka?"
Maka felt her face flush and wondered if it was because of his comment or because of the fact that he had now undone all the buttons to her jacket.
"Red always was my favorite color," Soul said after he'd stripped off the jacket and undershirt at the same time to reveal a bra of his stated favorite color.
"I'm serious Soul," she said as her hands made light work of his own jacket, discarding it away quickly to then lift his shirt over his head.
"So am I," he said and at the obvious innuendo, Maka couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Her index finger traced along the lines of his scar that were now faint from his growth. She noted that he had a few new ones and had the instant urge to hear the stories of how he'd acquired them.
"Well," Maka had to break off because of a shiver down her spine as Soul began tracing kisses on her belly, "It's nice to know that you find me attractive now."
"Your girls definitely grew with me gone," he stated as lifted both hands to grab at her boobs, causing Maka to give out a gasp more in anger then in shock.
Because he was now relying on her for balance, it was easy for Maka to roll to the side and for Soul to be on his back while she straddled him.
His red eyes blinked before he narrowed them in amusement, saying, "Well well, going to teach me something teacher?"
"I would say the same for you." Maka began to feel confidence swell as she saw Soul arch his back when she placed a kiss just below his belly-button, moving her mouth up his chest like he had just been doing to her.
"I'm so glad I applied and got the job," Soul managed through his shivers of pleasure.
"You have no idea," Maka said with a sultry smile as she leaned down, giving Soul a first-row look at her impressive cleavage and for both of them to relish in the feeling of skin-on-skin.
Too bad it was at this moment that the classroom door swung open.
Both green and red darted from each other's faces to that of twelve-year-olds who began to stream into the room; their conversation stopping the moment their eyes fell on the two half-naked adults on the desk.
Maka was first to react as she got up and unforgivably pushed Soul off of her desk, looking in dismay at the damage that had been done. And then she looked down at herself and felt like it couldn't get much worse.
"It seems, students, that your teachers are occupied."
Oddly enough, Maka was corrected in that thought. Because the person who had said that was Kid, the current Shinigami head-master since his father had decided to retire a few years back. The OCD meister continued with, "And to think I came here to welcome Soul back; I suppose it can wait for another time."
And so the kids filed back out, a number of them taking one last look at either Maka or Soul (mostly depending on opposite genders), leaving the past invisible duo along once again.
Maka was pretty sure her mind had short-circuited at the moment, but when Soul was suddenly behind her with his arms wrapped around her hips and his mouth at the shell of her ear whispering, "Shall we continue?," she felt it come back into full swing. Along with her fist.
Reeling back, Soul grimaced as he touched the side of his face and snapped, "What was that for?!"
"You stupid idiot! I can't believe you didn't lock the door!"
"Sorry, I was a little occupied with you at the moment."
"I can't believe Kid... and my students... so shamelessly... OH GOD."
Soul raised an eyebrow at Maka's suddenly blank expression before wincing at her high frequency yell of, "I REALLY AM PAPA'S DAUGHTER!"
A/N: I was going to write a different theme but I thought I'd be audacious (in so many ways) and post this lit flufftastic monster (that turned to crack at the end) to maybe get back into yall's good graces. Also, WTFOMGBBQ how do I have over 1000 reviews for this drabble series...?
