Okay, so this is a little continuation of the last chapter, 'Home', cause I really love nature alright? I may explore this idea more at a later date is it seems that you guys are enjoying it.
Note:I do not own Soul Eater or an of it's characters, those rights belong to Atsushi Okubo. Rated M for some sexuality. Look no further if that offends you. Otherwise, please enjoy!
They had been going there for months before they even came across it.
All of their attention had been so focused on constructing their little makeshift home in the sky that they hadn't spent all too much time exploring. But lazy days were bound to happen, and when they did, Soul and Maka would pack up some survival gear in their knapsacks and set out deeper into the woods, choosing a direction at random and walking until they found a stop too beautiful to pass without observing. Usually, they found little clearings filled with purple wildflowers and tiger lilies, much to their delight, but on this particular day, Soul hears their destination before they see it.
The spattering of moving water hitting the still is fairly distant, but loud enough that he can hear the direction. Off to their left, he's sure of it.
"Maka, this way!" And he grasps her by her hand and practically runs to the sounds, eye's crinkled at the corners from how wide he's smiling, and Maka, she's so confused but his joy is so radiant that she can't bring herself to question it at the moment, only follow.
It only takes about a minute for her to see what he is so excited about.
They stumble from the thick brush onto a lovely overlook which perches right above a watering hole, and in front of them there is a gorgeous waterfall, the kind that kicks up mist so fine that the light reflects rainbows within it. A delighted gasp tumbles from her, and he sighs happily. He hadn't ever gone this far out as a kid, and for some reason it makes him very happy. He's glad that his first time ever being here is with Maka.
"Oh my god… It's.. wow. How did you know, Soul..?" He looks at her beside him, eyes wider than they had been the first time he took her into this forest, and he just wants to kiss her. So he does, eyes crossing as he tries to look at her while their lips are touching, laughing into her mouth when she opens her eyes and they immediately cross as well, tasting her giggles that she caught from him. Her teeth are on his bottom lip because she just can't hold back her grin, and he gently bites her upper, feeling the way her body goes a bit slack in his arms before he pulls away from her slightly to put his forehead to hers, freeing his lips to give her an answer.
"I heard it… when our resonance is high I can hear clearer.. Ugh, that sounds fuckin weird doesn't it?" He mutters, and she just kisses his cheek, feeling the warm flush of bashfulness beneath her lips.
"I think it's really awesome, actually," she murmurs into his ear, teeth barely grazing the shell of it, and he shivers from her touch, her lips curved into a playful little grin against his throat now. She lifts onto her toes once more, getting close to his ear again and making his heart flutter. His stomach tightens, not at all unpleasantly, and his hypersensitive hearing just barely catches her whisper of, "Race you to the water."
Before he can even get his head on straight she's gone, giggling playfully and leaving a trail of clothes in her wake. He's just gotten his body to catch up to his brain, stumbling over his pants as he unbuckles them and tries to kick them and his flip flops off, watching her bare back getting closer and closer to the mist of colour and rays of sun. She looks absolutely radiant from where he stands, but he's sure the view is even better up close..
As soon as his legs are free he's clamoring after her, wondering just how in the hell she made it over all these rocks so quickly without tripping, and he almost tries to tear off his shirt, but thinks better of it when he nearly slips and falls because he wasn't paying attention the the ground beneath him. His feet slap against the cool stones, and he can't see her at the moment but god, he can feel her, her wavelength practically vibrating with her elation, excitement, anticipation of cool water and unbearably warm hands… His hands. That's enough for him to pick up his pace.
When she comes into view, she's pulling her panties off her leg to toss them beside the water, leaning over to look in, gauging the depth. Her back is to him, hair loose around her strong shoulders, barely reaching her lower back. She looks otherworldly, like those sirens he read about as a child, only she would prefer to drown him in her emerald gaze than anything else. Which is what she's doing right now, twisted toward him with her long hair draped over her breasts, eyes so deep they could swallow him whole, and he'd happily go without a fight. She blinks slowly, giving him a chance to take in the rest of her, her flushed, freckled cheeks, and lovely pink lips curved into a smile. Her long, smooth throat, and unblemished, blank canvas for him to paint upon in pinks and purples if she'll allow him.
But before he can observe any more, she's turned and jumped in, plunging with a tiny splash that wets his feet, and he tears his shirt over his head, tossing it off to the side and pushing his boxers to the ground, blushing madly because he's naked, and hard, and actually pretty fucking shy sometimes okay?
He quickly forgets his shyness though when she pops back above the surface of the water and smiles, skin glistening in the sun. Her eyes, heavy lidded and dark, lashes sparkling with little droplets of water, they beckon him forward, sing sweetly in his mind to come closer, come here, come to me, and how could he ever refuse?
He eases into the water, cool but not freezing for which he and his junk are grateful, and Maka immediately grabs him by his wrist, pulling him closer to the colourful mist of the waterfall. She pulls him into a gentle stream of water, smoothing the falling water over his shoulders as it massages the knots out of his muscles. His breath flows from him in a quiet moan, one he did not think she would hear, but he can tell she does from the pang of arousal he feels in their link. He shudders and pulls her flush against him, chests pressed together, legs tangling in the shallow water. Goose bumps prickle his skin, and when he exhales a shuddery breath against her neck, the goose bumps spread to her skin as well, her nipples hard against him, his dick somehow hard against her thigh.
It's strange though. As excited as he is, he doesn't really want to act upon it. His senses are already on overdrive, the sounds and smells overwhelming enough on their own, not to mention her touch and the sight of her. A taste of her mouth is all he wants, it's greedy but he knows from their link that she welcomes it.
Her lips are soft and warm, open slightly and sweet from the blackberries she had picked on their way to this wonderland, and this is more than enough, his hands cradling her delicate face, her hands in his hair.
This is a memory he will hold dear to him until his passing, when everything came together perfectly, and together, they were enough.