Note: I do not own Soul Eater or any of it's characters, they belong to Atsushi Okubo. This is a prompt fill for a lovely friend of mine from tumblr, and the prompt was 'fantasy', with which i got a bit carried away. This is rated M for crude language and explicit sexual content. If that ain't your cuppa tea, please proceed no further. Otherwise, enjoy!
It had been so long since she had reverted to her original form. Her skin feels too tight, her clothing too loose in the bust, hips, and thighs. Now, she remembers..remembers why she abandoned this form so long ago. She knew mankind far too well. She understood that ample bosom and wide, childbearing hips were thought to be quite alluring. If she wanted to succeed in this hideous world, she would have to make adjustments. And so she did.
Because adaptation is the very core of her being.
But now, she knows someone for whom she does not feel the need to alter herself.. She knows for a fact that her appearance is not what has kept him around..though there is still one problem..
How do you tell a mere human boy that you're a creature from one of his childhood fairy tail books?
She runs through the speech in her head over and over.'Hey Soul, it's Violet. I mean, I know I look different but I am Violet. Well actually I'm Maka, but you know me as Violet, I'm a shapeshifter.'
There's more but she never makes it all the way through her practice because she's too busy freaking out over the infinite possible outcomes. In several of them she ends up in a standoff, Soul brandishing a crude stake and asking almost clinically, 'This is the right thing to do it with, right? Or is that werewolves?'.
Her face flushes in her hypothetical embarrassment. He may be only human, but he certainly isn't simple minded. Surely he can see past this..
To say he's surprised when she confronts him is a massive understatement. In fact, denial, as it always seems to be, is his first reaction.
"That's really funny. I mean, I've had some people come onto me in some really interesting ways, but this takes the cake for sure."
"Soul I'm not joking."
"Yeah okay. Listen, I don't know who the hell you are, but this is really messed up. I don't know if you're a friend of Violet's or something, and I don't really care. I'm calling her now."
Sinister Kid, her ringtone for Soul, blares from her telephone, and he stares at her wide eyed.
"Soul-"
"What the fuck is going on. Why are you screwing with me? Why do you have Vi's phone? This isn't funny anymore, where is my girlfriend?! Did you do something to her?!" He's agitated, and he's shouting, his fists clenched like he's ready for a fight..
But mostly, he just looks frightened and lost, and it makes her heart ache, because she knows the feeling all too well…
She screws her eyes shut tightly, focusing on the feeling of her blood pumping through her veins, her cells procreating and dying and repeating the cycle on and on, and she shifts into the woman he knows, ink dipped locks and icy blue eyes. Her clothes feel like they are suffocating her again, and all she wants is to melt into the floorboards, or vaporize into the atmosphere, anything to be relieved of she weight of Soul's scrutiny. She nearly books it out of there when she feels a tear drip from her lashes to her burning cheek.
But she doesn't. She braces herself for the worst, and looks him directly in his wide scarlet eyes, her shoulders square, her soul quivering.
"Tell me something only Vi would know."
"Oh my god Soul. You're so cliche it's not eve-"
"Shut up and do it." She stares him down. Takes a deep breath..
"Fine. Whenever we're alone you hum show tunes under your breath. You're so paranoid from reading 1984 in 10th grade that you won't even get a damn Facebook and you had to wear a retainer at night for years because you used to bloody your tongue while you slept. You still have nightmares about a demon who taunts you in your soul.
When you make love to me, you look me in the eyes when you push inside, and you tell me you've never loved anyone the way you love me.
And I believe you. Every time."
Something happens she isn't expecting.
He smiles.
"Change back."
"What?"
"Change back. Please? I wanna see you… Maka." The way he curls his tongue around her true name sends a shiver up her spine, and she lets go the hold on her practiced form. The dark ink wrings itself from her hair, ringlets flattening out, and freckles skitter across her rosy cheeks, her button nose, her delicate, closed eyelids. She feels her dress loosen, but this time it feels pleasant, like she's being unbound, released from the prison of a lie she had presented as the truth. Her eyes flutter open to observe him. His expression is one of awe.
"Green.."
"What?"
"Your eyes… they're green.. they're so beautiful. You. You're beautiful, Maka." Her heart feels as if it might burst from all the emotion, all the love she has for this man. She's so confused though..
"You.. you don't prefer my other form? It's the one you were attracted to to begin with, I mean, I could understand, it'd perfectly logi-"
"I want your truth. It's what's most beautiful about you, ya know? How you aren't afraid of being honest.. You're an incredible woman.." He steps toward her, hand outstretched to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, and she nuzzles into the touch. She's missed this, his affection, the way he looks at her with such adoration.
But it's different now. He isn't admiring the mask she set forth as her reality.
He pulls her into his arms, face nuzzled into her throat, and whispers against her skin,
"You still smell the same… like vanilla and passion flowers. Absolutely delicious.." He kisses her right beneath her earlobe, and she shivers and giggles, pressing herself closer to him. It feels so familiar, but new in this body. With smaller breasts, she can press the rest of her body closer to his, a revelation that excites her in more ways than one. She winds her fingers into his silvery hair, brings his lips to hers, kissing him softly, cautiously, then smiling against his lips. She just has to ask..
"Did you really think that I kidnapped your girlfriend?" He scoffs, his breath ruffling her hair, and she chuckles into his shoulder. He really did seem worried.. She's not sure if it's endearing or offensive, but she loves him either way.
"I didn't know what the hell was going on, cut me some slack Maka." There it is, her name again, slipping from him so reverently each time, like a prayer. It sets a smoldering fire between her thighs, and she tries to rub them together in as subtle a way as possible. She thinks she's hidden her arousal quite well, but she's quite mistaken.
"Makaaa, you're blushing you know.. You look tense.." He punctuates his statement with a grind of his hips and a nip to her earlobe. She groans, grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him into a searing kiss, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth. He gasps into her mouth, from excitement, or surprise, or pleasure, neither of them are quite sure. What they are both sure of, is their need to get undressed and into a bed immediately.
When they are in his room though, she clams up, stiffening in his embrace. He stops him assault of kisses along her neck immediately, pulling away from her and looking at her flushed, freckled, worried face.
"I'm sorry.. I just.. we've never, I mean, you've never, ah… seen me.. naked, i mean.."
"Ah.. do you want to stop..? I shouldn't have gotten so carried away, I'm sorry-" He tries to untangle himself from her entirely, but she pulls him close to her, secure in her embrace.
"No! I mean, ah, I want to. I want.. I want you inside me."
And he could fucking melt in those smoldering green eyes.
"Hnnngod, fuck, Maka.." His fingers thread into the silky golden hair at the nape of her neck, and he feathers kisses across her cheekbone, his gentle gestures standing in stark contrast to his hard cock. She slips her arms down to the hem of her short, black dress, curling it up, up, up, until it's caught just beneath her slight breasts. Soul sneaks his thumbs between the fabric and her flawless skin, brushing the pads of his digits over her nipples and making her whine as he frees her completely of the burden of clothing. Her arms tuck behind her back, and her briefly admires the way her tits are on perfect display.
Then he has to wonder what it is on her back she's so reluctant to show him..
He cradles her face in his hand, kissing her softly, and whispers,
"Lay down on your stomach."
Her shoulders slump, and her heart drops, but she tiptoes over to the bed and crawls up onto it, settling in on her stomach with her face tucked in her crossed arms, and her legs clamped tightly shut. He's fascinated by what he finds winding over her shoulder blades and along her spine.
Ebony, sharp wings, inked into her skin, flutter and twitch with every heartbeat and emotion swing. They are as alive as she, and beautiful, just like her.
"Incredible.." he murmurs, crawling up beside her to study the design closer. The feathers themselves look as if swallowed in dark cobwebs, and when he leans in to see, his breath on her back makes the ink flutter on her skin. He takes a single finger and drags it down her spine, watching as the feathers spread across the expanse of her back, blooming into this beautiful, breathing art.
Soul kisses her between her shoulder blades, down to the middle of her back, and lower still to the waistband of her panties. He tugs them off slowly, giving her ample time to stop whenever she likes, though her sighs and little gasps would suggest she very much wants him to continue. He kisses the dip of her lower back, drags his tongue up her spine until his lips are at her ear again.
"Face me, please.." She can't deny such a plea. She twists until she is facing him, and he smiles at her, soft and loving. He kisses her, warm and slow, and his hands roam, from the smooth skin of her abdomen, to her perky breasts. His right hand slithers down her stomach to her soft curls, and she spreads her thighs, whining when he presses a finger to her entrance teasingly. She's so incredibly wet, and warm, and gorgeous before him. When he presses a digit into her, she sobs out his name, gripping his shoulder tightly with one hand, clutching his hair in the other. She can't take this anymore, she just want to be one with him, for the first time as she truly is.
"Please, Soul.. make love to me." He groans, pulling his hand from her and tasting her essence on his fingers. She still tastes the same as well, so sweet, absolutely exquisite.
He is poised at her entrance, and her eyes slam shut in anticipation, but he grips her chin between a thumb and forefinger, kissing her, tongue tracing her lip sensually. When her eyes flutter open, she's met with deep, dark ruby, and he slips inside her tortuously slow, his gaze never straying from her once.
She won't last long, she knows it. Between the emotional and physical stimulation, her nerves are already alight, tension rising quickly. He fucks her slow and deep, eyes full of his love for her. It's all too much for her, so she wraps her arms and legs around him, tucking her face into the crook of his neck, hips rocking with his every thrust.
She comes with a keening sob, which she tries to muffle by burying her teeth in his shoulder. But Soul isn't there yet, so she lengthens her nails, only a little, and drags them up his back, thrusting her hips into his. He comes with a shuddering gasp, arms shaking so badly.
Maka slowly pushes his arms out from under him, cradling his face against her chest when he collapses. Their skin is damp and they smell of sex, but neither of them could really give a damn.
"So.. Maka, huh?"
"…Yeah.. sorry I lied to you.."
"You didn't. You're still the same person. Your appearance.. your name..though they're both beautiful, they aren't really what matter. It's your soul i fell in love with." He mumbles the words so nonchalantly into her collarbone, as if they were merely stating the weather, or time of day, but it means everything to her.
She knew there was a reason her heart would soar when near him.