A/N: Just a little SoMa fluff :) Please review!

Also do not own Soul Eater ;(

~Lucy

~Short Two: Midsummer's Heat~

Summer time. A season Soul truly hated, unlike in Autumn when all the colors looked pretty cool. Sweat coated his pale skin and his clothes clung to his body, the two fans he had aimed at him weren't helping his condition in the least. Flipping through the channels the was frustrated to find there was nothing interesting on. He laid on the couch agitated, hot, and bored, having nothing to do he decided to make some dinner. "Maka what do you want for dinner?!" Soul shouted through the house only to be startled when a voice sounded behind him. "I was thinking Tonjiru, what do you think?" He spun around to see a scantily clad Maka (since she was in nothing but a bra and shorts). "Ah! Maka put a shirt on!" Covering his eyes Soul turning back around and tried to forget the scene he had just witnessed. "It's hot, and besides it's not like there's anything to see since I am flat chested after all." She replied wittily and smirked while searching the fridge for the ingredients. Soul blushed as he searched for a pot, and tried to ignore the thin, tight shorts that hung on her hips.

Maka stood at the stove stirring the soup carefully, her weapon watched her from the couch intensely. Pale skin sprinkled with drops of sweat, her shoulder blades flexed with every movement of her arm. "The soup is done." Maka said turning her head to look at the teenage boy admiring her. Soul smiled at the blonde as he got up from the couch to sit at the kitchen table, she then placed a bowl in front of him and sat down with her own bowl. They ate silently while staring at the table, breaking the solemn quietness he look up at her. "You're still walking around like that?" Soul chuckled as he took a sip of his soup. Maka blushed lightly noticing how he watched her, she fidgeted in her seat. "Why not? It's incredibly hot today, and the fans aren't helping." She pouted while looking at her bowl. Soul carefully look over the girl sitting before him; her hair practically sparked in the evening sun, it was tied up neatly in two pony tails as usual. Stunning golden lashes framed her big olive eyes that looked oh so innocent. Skin glistening with a sheer sheen of sweat but that just made it look softer, it was almost unblemished except for the occasional scar that marred her beautiful skin, (which made a creeping sense of guilt surface) and the beauty mark on her shoulder that was suspiciously shaped like angel wings. It took all his willpower not the look below her shoulders (because cool guys don't perve on girls, especially their partners), his red eyes burned holes into his bowl of soup as he tried to make his blatant ogling less obvious. Through the rest of dinner nothing but silence and unmet stares were shared between them.

If possible, the night was even more saturated with heat; violently clinging to every person and object that was unlucky enough to come into contact with it. Soul laid there on his floor in a horrific agony, even the wood floor had sealed the heat into it's planks. He was certain there would be no sleep tonight, he was proven correct when he heard a familiar footfall; "Maka." The albino thought silently as he then heard the old door creak open, scarlet eyes that practically glowed in the dark greeted the girl. "Soul?" She whispered only to be met with a groan in reply. Maka took this as a means to enter, she threw herself softly onto the bed and grimaced in disgust when the sheet clung to her sweaty body. "Soul..." His meister had drawn his name out huskily, and he had to admit he liked that, he like that very much. His head turned to her show that acknowledged her, orbs still shimmering brightly. "It's too hot." The voice he heard was merely a whisper as she stared at his breathtaking eyes. Suddenly she stood up, and turned to the boy on the lay vertically on the floor. "I have an idea, come with me." Maka practically ran out of his room and down the hall. Soul raised himself off the floor at a slow pace, he moaned softly as his bones shifted and creaked. Walking out into the hallway, searching for the light haired girl. A small light peered out from the bathroom door, pushing it open he called out, "Maka?" What a sight he was met, his still provocatively dressed partner bent over their shared bathtub. His eyes were instantly drawn to her long, beautifully, creamy legs. Soul's jaw hung open slightly as his gaze ran up and down her legs, the intense yearning to run his fingers over the pale skin was overpowering. Yet Maka chose at that exact moment to turn around and face him, "Okay take your shirt off." To which Soul replied "Wow Maka, I didn't know you were such a pervert." He laugh was fueled by the way her face turned bright red. "Baka Soul! You know I didn't mean it like that!" Maka slapped his shoulder softly, her lips gathered in a pout. "Do act like you're not eager to get me out of my clothes." He winked at the blushing girl in front of him, her simple reply was crossing her arms in displeasure.

The icy water caressed their hot skin delightfully, the liquid cooled the sizzling summer air greatly. Suddenly the summer didn't seem that horrible as long as this girl was pressed against his chest. Maka's head was leaned back on his scarred shoulder, leaving her neck was exposed fully to him. Soul's rough and calloused hand rested on his partner's soft belly, his other hand flitted lightly over her still warm thigh. Maka's alluring hum of content that colored the air made a possessive growl bubble in the back of the weapon's throat. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the light rays peeking through the dawn and he couldn't help but feel the looming sense of disappointment. "Maka." He whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear ever so slightly. The olive eyed girl hummed in response, her eyelids to heavy to reveal the endearing orbs underneath. "The sun is coming up." His voice a little lower since his lips were now dusting over his partner's neck. A dissatisfied groan vibrated through Maka's throat, she motion to bring herself out of the comforting water. That dormant possessive growl released itself from his vocal cords as he followed her out of the tub. Coming up behind the drowsy girl, Soul picked her up in a bridal hold. Maka melted into his hold, wrapping her arms around his neck as she sighed. The white haired male walked agilely back to his dimly lit room, placing her softly on his bed (not caring that they had still damp clothes), he saw the way the wet shorts and bra stuck to her skin unyielding. Finally acknowledging his raging desire and the fact that the object of his desire was vulnerably laying right in front of him Soul decide that he should play it safe and sleep on the couch.