Here's another update for you lovely people! I hope you enjoy this chapter, 'cause I enjoyed writing it!
So sorry I've been MIA the past few months. Life has been getting to me, but I think I'll be on here a lot more often from now on, fingers crossed.
Anywho, here's a nice long chapter for you guys!
Chapter Five: A Tasteful Tease
"Tsu! Hurry up! He'll be here soon!" Maka is cooking spaghetti and meatballs while her roommate gets ready. You'd think she was going to prom or something, as she has been getting ready for the last few hours, leaving the cleaning and cooking to Maka. It's fine though, because she knows this means a lot, not only to Tsubaki, but to Blake. He's been texting her like crazy, asking her questions like what Tsubaki's favourite flowers are, her likes and dislikes, interests and the like and it's the most fucking adorable thing ever.
"Almost done! I'll be out in five!"
"You said that a half hour ago!" she laughs out. She hears her phone go off and finds that Blake should be there within the next ten minutes or so. "He just texted that he'll be here soon!" Maka hears her roommate begin to hustle and bustle about within the confines of her room. Tsubaki actually comes out of her room five minutes later wearing a comfortable tan summer dress that sports uncharacteristically high slits on either side, showing off an ample amount of her thighs. She has a thick black belt around her waist and it only emphasizes her superior figure. Her hair is half up half down, like Ariana Grande's except Tsu pulls it off much better; her makeup is simple, but absolutely flawless, and Maka is almost jealous. She sees the nerves crawling along her bare arms, resulting in goosebumps, and the anxiety in her eyes.
"Don't worry," Maka coos as she walks to her unnerved friend. "It'll be a fun, super chill evening. He was nervous, too, so I said he could bring someone if he wanted. We're just going to eat and chat a bit."
"You got the wine?"
"I got the wine," Maka nods as she slides her hands up and down Tsubaki's arms in an attempt to calm her. She has to fight to contain her joy, a flustered Tsu is the cutest and Maka just wants to tease her, but she knows that it'll only make it worse.
"The food is done? Did you clean the guest bathroom? Wait, we don't have a guest bathroom. Who's bathroom will they use?"
"Everything is going to be just fine. I cleaned everything top to bottom and the food is almost ready. Relax."
Maka brings Tsu a small glass of water to sip on and finishes setting up the table all nice and grownup like, she's kind of proud of herself for it, actually. She goes back to stir the spaghetti when there's a knock on the door. She turns to take in the scared expression on her roommate's face and smiles reassuringly as she heads toward the door. She checks through the peephole and is completely confused for a moment. She unlocks the door and is utterly surprised to say the least - this isn't at all who she was expecting.
"Hey," he smirks at her as he raises a hand leisurely in greeting.
"Uh, hi … I hope this isn't rude, but um, what are you doing here?" Why the Justin Law is standing outside her door is beyond her. The question seems to fluster him for a moment because she swears she catches a slight pink cross his features, but it's gone too soon to tell.
"I, uh, actually wanted to ask you something." He's scratching the back of his head as his eyes meet the floor, his expression is calm though - almost uncaring even - and it's extremely odd. She can't read him at all.
"Maka?" Maka hears a familiar voice, one that instantly ceases the awkward and uncomfortable zinging in her mind, and turns to find Soul, the Soul, standing coolly in her hall alongside a puzzled Blake. He's extraordinarily handsome, yet again, with his soft red button down and dark faded blue jeans. His hair is up in a slightly messy bun, pulling most of it from his face and it's sexy as fuck along with the dark gray scruff growing in. He's soooo extremely attractive. God, she missed his smile. Just look at how gentle his eyes are, those pools of enchanting maroon. She's melting, no doubt about it, and the only thing crossing her mind as she swoons is 'praise Jesus, hallelujah.'
"Wait, you know each other?" Blake asks, pointing between the two. Soul merely nods as his currant gaze shifts to take in the blonde man she had been talking to. He's handsome and it irritates Soul a little, but it's more the way he is looking back at him; there's this scrutinizing, judgemental way about his eyes as they slowly mull over him. Soul can read the vexation loud and clear on his face, but it quickly becomes impassive as he takes in the overwhelming colour of Soul's gaze focused on him. Weird.
"Maka, who's at the door?" Tsubaki comes into the mix as she stands just behind her friend to peer around her, taken aback when she sees Justin, as she knows him from Maka's place of employment as 'The Justin Law'. She then follows Maka and Justin's eyes to the two men standing a few strides away. The air is thickening and none of them are the slightest bit prepared for this. "Uh, so, … invite our guests in?"
Maka hears her, but can't find it in her to look away from Soul. Yesterday's realization has her nerves acting up and she is beyond happy right now. He smiles at her, all mesmerizing and shit, and she just kind of wants to hug him … among other things. It's only been a little over a week, but she's missed him.
"Maka. Invite them in," Tsu whispers again as she pokes her side.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Blake, come on in." Her cheeks feel super hot right now and she still refuses to turn away from the striking man in front of her. Blake nods gleefully as he pushes Soul forward toward the door.
"This is Soul, my roommate and best pal, but it seems you two have already met." Blake squeezes through them to shyly wave at Tsubaki and eagerly follow her into the apartment, leaving them to just stare at each other in the doorway.
Justin is kind of pissed. He's obviously been completely forgotten even though he had come all the way here just to ask Maka out. He sees now though that she has an interest in this scary looking weirdo who is sadly slightly taller than him … maybe more than slightly because he notices how hunched over he is as he looks down at Maka in that utterly dopey and disturbingly sappy way. He knows he should just leave, but he's never been one to give up on something he really wants and, even though his intrigue toward her only peeked yesterday, he's quickly come to terms that he does indeed want Maka, as unfounded as that may be.
"Hey," she mutters timidly, her cheeks red and adorable.
"Hey."
Justin could throw up, the scene is so sickeningly sweet. They might as well have flowers and sparkles all over them. He crosses his arms as he rolls his eyes, the action catching Soul's attention, but not enough to completely divert him from Maka.
"Would you, um, like to come in?" she asks, twiddling her fingers and acting all cute and Justin just thinks about how she should be looking at him like that.
"Yeah, but, uh …" Soul glances over at Justin and back down at Maka. "Weren't you kind of in the middle of a conversation with, uh, him?" He doesn't really want her to talk to the guy, as he senses somewhat of a bad aura or whatever coming from him, but he knows it would be rude of him to ignore blondie completely. He watches as her eyes widen in realization and then how she immediately becomes uncomfortable as she side glances. He can tell she feels a little bad about leaving the guy hanging, but doesn't seem to want to continue their conversation. He instead turns to him, outstretching his hand.
"Hi, I'm Soul." He smiles in the nicest way possible as the blonde glares at his hand and then directly at Soul's charming smile before his face becomes completely stoic and bored again. 'That is fucking weird as shit - the fuck is his problem?' Despite the ass's obvious dislike toward him, he takes his hand and shakes it without squeezing too hard. There's something off about this guy and Soul doesn't like it. He's clearly hiding his true self - not very well, from what Soul can briefly gather - and he doesn't want him around Maka. He shouldn't be so territorial when nothing is official, but god does he want it to be official and he kind of thinks she might, too? Maybe? He'll stick a pin in that for now, but he won't deny his feelings for her. This guy, however, could very well be a problem, not just for him, but for her, if her reaction is anything to go by.
"Justin, nice to meet you." Liar … They slowly let go of each other's hand and stare at the other in a way that can only mean they're in somewhat of a silent battle. It's really uncomfortable, but Soul isn't going to back down.
"Um …" They both look to Maka as she clears her throat awkwardly. "I'm sorry, Justin, but as you can see, I have company. Would you mind waiting until work on Tuesday to continue our conversation?" Soul turns to observe the man again. He can tell that though his face remains calm, his eyes give away the annoyance, and it's really unsettling that he's able to mask it so quickly.
"Yeah, sorry. I should've called or something. Have a good night." Justin all but storms away like some petulant child and Soul almost has to laugh. Seriously, what is his problem? He ignores him in favour of looking back down at a much more at ease Maka as she watches the pretty boy leave in what he can only decipher as relief. She's still as magnificently beautiful as before, if not more so. He thinks it must be impossible for her to become any more gorgeous than she already is, though only time will tell. It's intoxicating, having her in his view, and he could nearly die happy right now. They must be on the same wavelength somehow because they fucking match. She's wearing this really simple black, flowy shirt with cut off sleeves and frayed edges and dark maroon shorts that go with his shirt; her hair is down, thank God, and her lips have been left nude, still full, plump, and inviting. Her majestic emerald eyes aren't directed toward him, however; he needs her undivided attention because he's selfish and needy and she can somehow manage to make him feel insecure by merely looking elsewhere.
"What was that about?" he asks, grabbing her gaze from the retreating figure down the hall. She sighs and smiles up at him.
"I honestly have no idea. He works with me, but we aren't close enough for him to come here."
"Did he say why he came?"
"No, though he said he wanted to ask me something. I guess I'll find out on Tuesday." She shrugs it off like this Justin guy isn't the slightest bit creepy for just showing up at her door unannounced. He won't even ask her if he should know where she lives, because if not, a police report might need to be filed.
"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but you seemed really uneasy talking to him." Maka looks away slightly and makes a face before nodding her agreement.
"Yeah, I was really surprised, not just by him, but by you," she laughs. "I had no idea you knew Blake."
"Same here," he chuckles huskily, in that way that makes her want to lean in, in that way that makes her feel things - dirty things, things she probably shouldn't from merely a chuckle, but God, does she feel them. "Should we go in?" He gestures into her apartment with a tilt of his head and it's so incredibly hot. He's viciously attractive in every way possible, and she is losing it, her cool is scalding and she has no chill. 'Fuck. Me.' This is insane - she's insane.
"Yeah." He follows her in and shuts the door behind him, making sure to lock it, when the smell of meat and sauce hits his senses.
"Did you make spaghetti?" His pace quickens down the short hallway to the kitchen and sure enough, his favourite meal sits simmering on the stove top.
"I did. Do you like spaghetti?" She was well-named, she surely is a goddess. It smells so fucking good and his mouth is watering. He hasn't eaten since breakfast and it's exactly what he's craving.
"It's one of my favourite meals," he admits, choosing to take a leisure stand next to her in the kitchen rather than accompanying a twitterpated, lovestruck couple on the living room sofa. He definitely shouldn't be judging them because here he is, his heart pitter-patting while he subtly watches the side of Maka's face. He quickly redirects his gaze toward the spaghetti sauce as she looks up as to not be caught by her wickedly green eyes. It's a close call, but his attention is swayed by the steaming food and his stomach twists a bit. "And I'm really hungry." He leans down slightly over the saucepan, taking in a deep, long whiff. So. Good.
"Oh, good. I'm glad I made something you like... even though I didn't know you were coming." She giggles in that way that she does; that way that makes her eyes light up and her skin glow and he's goo - obvious putty in her hands - and she doesn't even seem to notice. He's desperate for her attention, but she's so focused on stirring her damn spaghetti sauce that her eyes don't even dare to meet his. He remains in the same position, head tilted slightly as he hovers over the stove, probably too near to the cooking food for anyone's comfort. He watches her without hesitation as a lovely pink crawls across her cheeks in the perfect progression of blush that he's ever seen and he enjoys it a little too much. He finds himself slowly invading her space, snarky smirk in place as she shrinks back little by little.
"You … what do you think you're doing?" Finally, she speaks. She still refuses to meet his gaze, however; and it's as if she's challenging him to move forward, further into her bubble. She's smiling with obvious amusement as he tilts his head even more, like a puppy with impending curiosity. He doesn't understand it. He has never managed this well with any girl before, and even though Maka makes his heart leap from his chest on a regular basis, makes him feel a little overwhelmed to the point of maybe having to throw up, and has successfully wrapped him tightly around her cute little finger, she makes him confident, comfortable. She makes him feel like he is the hottest piece of man meat ever created and that is a completely new feeling to him. He's all happy and forward and will say anything to connect with those emeralds of hers.
"Just trying to get your attention is all," he chuckles. "You haven't looked at me since we entered the apartment." Fucking little shit. She can't stand it! She wants him to further invade her space, so far that their skin is flush against the others … namely their lips. Fuck it, she wants to kiss him, or she wants him to kiss her, rather, because she knows she won't take the initiative. She hasn't the guts, but he obviously does. He should use them to sate her thirst. God, who is she? She doesn't even know herself when she's with him, but it feels right, like she's finally who she was meant to be. Stupid, it's all stupid.
The bold statement of his neediness has her eyes widening slightly, enough to really draw his gaze from her lips. They land right back on them, however, when she somehow decides that it's an okay thing to do to take her bottom lip between her teeth to nibble on. The tease.
"Is that so?" A glorious blush is illuminating her face and his smirk widens in content. He's more than sure that she's the most fucking gorgeous woman he's ever seen and that he definitely wants to take a light bite at her lips as well. Her eyes redirect themselves off to the side, an obvious attempt at playing coy.
"Tis." He's leaning in a little closer and he can hear her heartbeat quicken at their proximity. It's almost perfect until they jolt back at the shy chuckles and giggles coming from the living room, resulting in Maka taking a large step back and spinning to look over at the pair sitting on the couch. Right. He forgot about them. He's pretty disappointed that she has turned away from him, as he can't see her face anymore. The view isn't that bad, though; the back of her neck is so red, and it stems all the way up to her ears as she ties her hair up to start making the salad. He smirks because it feels amazing to know that he, Soul Evans, did that - to her. It's definitely a pat on the back deserving moment … so he does just that while no one is looking.
"Man! Dinner was amazing! That was some of the best spaghetti I've ever had!"
"Thank you, Blake, but it's actually Tsu's recipe, so …" Everything is going according to Maka's plan. Tsubaki and Blake are - of course - hitting it off, and it's just about time to pull the 'I forgot to buy the ice cream!' card so that they can get some real alone time … and she gets to be with Soul. All by themselves. Win-win.
"So, … dessert?" Tsubaki shoots a quick look across the table at Maka, a nibble at her lips sending a silent signal that it is time and oh. She has never imagined Tsubaki to be this forward, but here she is, trying to get Maka and Soul to leave as soon as possible so she and Blake can Netflix and Chill or whatever it's called these days.
"Right, right. Um, Soul, would you like to help me?" She turns her wide, green eyes on him just as he begins to shovel another mouthful of spaghetti into his mouth. He halts for a moment, noodles hanging from his lips, his eyes gazing up at her as he hovers over his plate as not to drop any food on himself. She can't help but giggle as he quickly slurps the pasta into his mouth and begins chewing quite aggressively. He takes a few large gulps of water to help wash it all down, tilting his head back to inadvertently give her a full view of his neck. Her giggles cease to be replaced with a look of fascination, her breath caught in her throat. She watches the muscles of his jugular as his adam's apple moves up and down, a small drop of liquid escapes the corner of his lips to glide down and over his chin and make its way down his throat to his collarbone. She herself is now gulping and licking her lips because they suddenly feel ridiculously dry. The moment passes by too quickly, as he sets his glass down and wipes away the wet line off of himself with his sleeve.
"Of course," he says, smirking at her as he pushes out his chair. She has to intentionally shake herself from the enchantment before she realizes that Soul is grasping the back of her chair, prepared to pull it out for her so she can stand and her panties are officially wet. She doesn't even have to subtly grind herself into the chair to be sure - she knows.
"Thank you." She stands, heading for the kitchen with her face cast downward in hopes he won't see the blush spreading rudely across her cheeks. Her heart is pounding in her chest because she knows what comes after her, 'Oh, no! I didn't buy the ice cream for the pie!' bit: alone, her and Soul all by themselves. She can't wait, but she's also slightly terrified.
"So, how can I be of service?" His voice is sexy as all get out, it can sometimes be too much for her. It's like a warm caress on a chilly day and she loves it, but in times like this, it's almost like sitting too close to a fire when you're already warm.
"Um, could you get the plates over there for me," she points toward the right to a stack of paper plates while opening the freezer door.
"Of course." He scooches passed her, his hand gently grazing her lower back as he does so. She squeaks, he pretends not to hear it. She waits a moment, allowing the chilly air from the freezer to cool her down, perhaps help the scalding of her cheeks. Her heart is racing, palms slightly sweaty. Soul is just … a whole lot of wow. Well, that and she's preparing herself because she can't act worth shit.
"Oh, nooo~!" she says much too loudly.
"What's wrong?" Tsubaki's voice comes from the small dining area.
"I forgot the ice cream for the pie~!" It's a damn good thing that Soul's face isn't visible to Blake at the moment, he's trying really hard not to laugh right now. That was such an obvious lie on her part and he knows exactly where this is going.
"No biggie, we can just have the pie," Blake reassures. Tsubaki shoots Maka another look and she sighs.
"No, sorry, I, uh, … really wanted the ice cream. I'll just run to the store and get some real quick."
"I'll go with you." Maka turns to find Soul right behind her, looking down at her fondly. "Can't have apple pie without la mode, now can we?" He winks at her and she smiles. She knew she liked him for a good reason.
"Thank you."
"We'll be back in a jiffy," Soul says as he follows Maka to the door, neither of them looking back at the pair still sitting at the small dining table. She grabs her purse, keys, and phone and slips on her flip flops before reaching for the knob.
"Be safe!" Tsu hollers as the two shut the door behind them.
"You, too," Soul mutters, just loud enough for Maka to hear. Her mouth opens in mock appall as she looks up at him before lightly swatting at his chest. He has the cheesiest smirk on his face as he snickers, his right hand grabbing the wrist of her assaulting appendage as she begins to laugh.
"You're so lucky she couldn't hear you," she shakes her head at him as he steps closer.
"Yeah? Or what?" Her chest tightens, in a good way - a really good way - and she bites her bottom lip; watches as it draws his attention from her eyes.
"Or she'd kick your ass," she giggles, tapping his shin with her exposed, cute little painted toes, and begins to walk slowly down the hall toward the elevator. His hold on her wrist vanishes, but he follows closely behind her, his heart pounding as he eyes the back of her neck. She still has her hair up in a messy bun and he really wants to kiss right below her hairline. Seriously, she's driving him up the wall.
"I have no doubt that she could."
"You're smart then." She hits the button for the elevator and they wait. She can see his reflection on the doors steel shell gazing down at the back of her head with a dopey little smile on his face and she's trying really hard to contain herself. A sound signals the arrival of the elevator and they step on as soon as the doors open. He hits the lobby button and leans back against the wall, his eyes aimed up at the numbers above the doors, watching as they slowly change. She continuously glances up at him, noticing the slight nibbling he's doing at his bottom lip, making the slim flesh begin to swell in one of the most appealing ways. The hairs on the back of her neck are standing on end; this is the first time that they've really been alone in an enclosed space before and she can feel the electric-like energy growing between them. She looks up at him again, he doesn't seem to be affected … is it just her?
"So, how shall we waste our time?" She has to shoot her head downwards as he turns to ask, catching her slightly off guard.
"I'm not sure. Do you have anything in mind?" Oh, … he has a lot of things in mind, one being them going back to his place so they can be alone longer than it'll take for this elevator to get to the lobby. He's really missed her. But that would be too forward of him and probably inappropriate at this point in the progression of their … relationship? That, and he doesn't trust himself around her, to be honest. He's trying really hard right now not to lean down and press his lips against hers. Seriously ...
"Maybe we could just go get some coffee and talk?" She laughs and nods. Awkward flirting over cups of black coffee is their thing and she likes it, it may even be her new favourite thing. As they enter the main area, heading toward the doors, Maka's eyes meet that of the ever-stunning Miss Blair. She seems to be shocked for a short moment before a mischievous smirk has Maka shaking her head in the negative, very firmly so. Please, no… despite the look, Blair lets them to leave without so much as a word, allowing for Maka to let out a sigh of relief so that she can just enjoy this outing with Soul.
They begin to walk toward a small coffee shop Maka goes to when she can't go to Res. The sun is still on its way down, sending rays of golden orange to stream through the city streets and reflect off of the many glass windows of the tall buildings. It's warm with a slight breeze and the sky is blue with just a handful of clouds, painted an array of pastels with crisp textures. Though it's all beautiful and shit, Soul is mesmerized by something far more captivating - Maka. She walks along the pavement with a small smile stretching the corners of her angelic face, her hair is flowing and swirling with the breeze, all shiny as the sun captures tresses as they bounce and bend. He can not believe the boldness of her eyes as the sun ignites their warmness, inviting him to dive deeper into her gaze as it shifts toward him. His legs feel like jelly as if he's walked 500 miles and is only halfway to his destination.
"As it so happens, I know a place," she mutters, unable to pull her eyes away from his.
"Lead the way." They're both in a breathless sort of trance and haven't the slightest care of how they got there. It's only when Soul accidentally bumps shoulders with a passerby do they look away from one another, a bit of red brushing both of their cheeks.
They quickly find their way to a small coffee shop close to Maka's apartment and enter quickly. It's quaint and tidy and Soul finds comfort as the smell of all kinds of pleasing scents waft his senses. He feels like he can relax a bit better in this kind of environment. There are Edison lights and nice wood paneling on some of the walls. There may be too many plants, however; they seem to take up too much room, in his opinion.
"What are you in the mood for?" He looks down at Maka to find her browsing the menu.
"What would you recommend?"
"I like their lattes here; their black coffee isn't as good as Res'."
"Then I'll try a latte. 16 ounce. Just plain," he tells the barista, who looks slightly offended by Maka's earlier comment on the taste of their coffee but seems to get over it quickly.
"I'll try the chai latte, no cinnamon, please."
"Is that all I can get for you guys today?"
"Yup," Soul nods as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.
"Okay, that'll be seven twenty. Thank you, sir."
"Waaiit, you can't just pay for mine …" Maka's eyebrows knit together as she watches the barista hand Soul his card back, her hand still in her purse. " I was gonna pay."
"Ya snooze, ya loose."
"But-"
"You fed me dinner. Lattes are nothing."
"Here's your receipt, I'll have your order out for you momentarily." Soul can't hold back the chuckle as the barista walks away from them briskly. He seems to have been uncomfortable with their playful banter.
"Where do you want to sit?"
"Don't change the topic."
"I paid for it because I wanted to," he states as he pokes her cheek, deflating it in the process. "You can buy the ice cream." She nods, though somewhat hesitantly. He doesn't understand the whole 'girls trying to pay for things' thing; it's dumb, but it seemed to really bother her for a moment.
"Let's siii~t … over there," she points toward a little corner. At first, he only sees yet another giant plant, but once they make their way around it, it reveals a little table with a few chairs. There aren't any windows in this cafe, he notices, so the lighting is a tad dark, but … it's not like that's a bad thing … he'll keep that thought to himself.
They sit and wait for their order to be called; Soul awkwardly taps at the table as Maka checks the time, both unsure of how long they're expected to wait before going back to the apartment and because she needs something to do.
"So, how's school going for you?" They haven't been exchanging notes lately, so he feels like that's a good question.
"Busy. Blake and I have a project we need to work on."
"I heard, though you might want to schedule times with him at the library or something. I feel like if you invite him over to your apartment, there would be certain distractions." She snorts.
"Yeah, no kidding. What about you? I know you said your workload was getting pretty heavy, but I don't know your major or anything."
'Now that you mention it, I don't think I ever told you. I'm double majoring in music comprehension and physical therapy."
"An interesting mix. What do you want to do with them?"
"Music therapy, if the music industry doesn't work out for me, that is. The physical therapy is more of a backup plan."
"I didn't even know you were a musician." - He just got a whole lot hotter - "Do you play instruments or sing, orrr?"
"All of the above," he chuckles. "I play piano, guitar, sax, mostly jazz instruments. I only sing when I absolutely have to, though."
"Well, now you absolutely have to."
"One chai latte and one regular latte."
"Ohhhh, saved by the barista," he jokes as he retreats to get their drinks.
"Don't think you're getting away with this. I won't give up."
Soul has the goofiest smile on his face as he grabs their lattes and puts a few dollars in the tip jar - it earns him a concerned look from the barista, but Soul just smiles at him and waves. He doesn't give a shit. He's cheesing it because he wants to. Let him be happy, judgmental coffee maker. Maka makes him all giddy and whatnot, every gosh darned time they meet. Even her small notes have a small smirk plastered on his face for the continuation of his day. He really isn't sure why they haven't hung out more than this before now. Oh, wait - yeah he does. Derp.
"Would it be too bold of me to ask for your cell number?" he asks innocently as he sets her drink down in front of her and makes his way around the table to sit across from her.
"... I'll have to think about it," she teases, taking a sip of her latte.
"Maka, this is no joking matter." He leans in on the table, his chin resting on the top of his knuckles as he pouts.
"Why not just give me your number?"
"We both know what happened last time. I don't trust you with numbers."
"Heyy, now. That wasn't my fault. He deleted your number before I could get my phone back."
"Wait, who's he? You said my number 'got deleted', you never said someone deleted it."
"Didn't I? Well, it's not a big deal. There's this coworker of mine who is a little jealous at times. I was being berated with questions about the number and while Liz, my friend at work, was distracting me, he got ahold of the phone and deleted your number."
"All the more reason to give me your number. I don't have any female friends who want to delete contacts from my phone. Is this the same guy who showed up at your apartment tonight?"
"No, it isn't. You don't have any jealous female friends?"
"That's all you took out of what I said?"
"Yes," she smirks at him, her lips all the more taunting as they protrude a bit more.
"Okay, then why were you getting 'berated' because of my number?" He sits up, smug as she bites at her lip and averts her gaze.
"Uuuummmm, no … reason, really…"
"Mhhmm, I ain't buying it."
"I'll drop it if you do."
"Nope, we're already in this mess together. You've trapped yourself. There are no means of return."
"But that's not fair…" she whines slightly, that adorable pout taking over her face. All he does is shake his head.
"The subject will come up again; might as well get it over with."
"Good God, you're incorrigible."
"Uh, same goes for you." They're both chuckling, she's blushing as she sips at her latte - he doesn't touch his in favour of continuing to tease her. It's all just a big beautiful mess of a situation and it's embarrassing, but she'll give … on one condition.
"Okay, okay … how about this? I give you my number and the whole story of my coworker, but you have to sing for me."
There's a moment of silence as Soul enters the realm of deep, deep ponderment, leaning back in his seat as his arms cross, eyes squinting at her. It's an intense moment, not too long, but not too brief either, and Maka almost can't handle his gaze.
"Alright, … deal, but don't get your hopes up. I warn you I am not a talented singer."
"We'll see about that." She's cute when she's smug.
"Number first." It's a polite kind of demand as he gives her his phone, the screen ready for her contact information to be inputted. She tries to hold back her growing smile as she types it all in; her name, number, email address, all of it. She even allows for him to take her picture as she slides the phone back over to him, something she would never have done before, for anyone. Her phone vibrates but she doesn't answer it, partially because it's an unknown number, but also because she's with Soul.
"You gonna answer that?" She looks up at him across the table to find him holding the phone up to his ear with that stupid, sexy grin of his, and she answers it despite herself. Goddammit, she hates herself, but, God, does she like him. They just sit and stare at each other, dumb and dumber on the phone with each other while they're sitting right across from one another. She knows her face is red; his eyes are like fire and it burns her up.
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