Written for Day 2 of NSFW SoMa week on tumblr. Canonverse
To say she's nervous is an understatement.
She's downright anxious and worried but also excited at the same time because this Soul. Soul who's her weapon partner, best friend, and roommate; Soul who's been an important part of her life for the past ten years. He's the person she's most comfortable around, the person she's happiest to be experiencing this with for the first time because when it all boils down to it, she trusts him.
And trust is very important to her. Soul knows that, she knows that, everyone in Death City probably knows that.
They've been through hell and back together. They've fought witches and kishins together, and not one of those times did Soul ever give up on her or desert her. He remained by her side fighting the monsters and trusting her like she trusts him. Now here they are, taking their relationship to another side of things.
"If it hurts or you get uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop," he promises.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nods and lifts her legs to give him better access. The tip of his cock brushes against her slit and a wave of excitement washes over her body. He's waiting for her response which doesn't surprise her. Soul's always been a gentleman like that.
"I will," she tells him.
Soul smiles before leaning down; he kisses her cheek, her nose, her lips, whispers if this is what she wants, and, maybe a little too needy, she tells him yes. A cross between a sigh and a moan passes her lips as he slips inside her, slow and gently until she's used to his girth. It hurts a little first, but it subsides after a second or two. He listens to her sounds, trying to determine what each one means as he buries himself more and more inside of her. Pleasure and heat pools in her lower abdomen and seems to run through her bloodstream, filling every part of her body.
In that moment, she wants nothing more than to be close to him so she pulls down for a messy kiss that becomes mixed with a sigh and cry from both of them.
Her hips rise off the bed in time to meet his, the temp slow and sensual, and they're all hot breaths and needy moans. His soul gently nudges her own as it asks for a connection which she gladly accepts. Instantly, she's overcome with the love and joy and ecstasy that he feels, mixing together with her own emotions in a beautiful symphony of sounds neither of them can repeat. It's different from the other times they've done soul resonance in battle. Those times felt more clinical and like it was a requirement to do them; this, however, feels right and wonderful and vaguely she wonders if any other weapon/meister partners who've had sex together have experienced this.
The thought doesn't last long as a weak cry causes her to throw her head back against her pillow. Her eyes flutter closed when she feels his lips brush against her cheek before kissing along her jawline, and she's humming for a different reason. His sharp teeth nibble and dig into her skin, no doubt leaving marks and bruises she'll have to find an excuse for later on. His hands grip her hips when he rests his forehead on her shoulder, and she feels him breath her in. She wants to be closer to him – needs to be closer to him.
Her heels push against his ass, begging him to fuck her harder. She presses blunt nails against his shoulder blades when he does.
His soul wraps around hers in a lovers embrace, and it feels like it kisses her, gentle and warm.
It's the shaky voice that calls her name, breaths it on her breast, that causes her to find her own release. Soul's name fills the dark backdrops of his bedroom in a throaty tone that she doesn't believe belongs to her, but it definitely does.
They lay there in a heap of heavy breathing and sweaty bodies. He kisses her softly, loving, and she returns them to him as well.
Vaguely, she thinks if this was anyone else she'd push them off her because when it came down to it they were gross. Sweat and heat did not make a good match. But this is Soul. Soul who's the man she loves the most, the man she trusts above anyone else, and trivial things like too sweaty didn't matter. Sex with him wasn't repulsive or disgusting; it was nice and sweet. He loves her, and she loves him. They both trust each other which is why they ended up here, in his bed, doing something she never imagined herself to experience.
"I love you," she whispers when he kisses the tip of her nose.
Soul's all lopsided grin and fiery red eyes when he looks down at her. A boyish look to him that sets her heart on fire and butterflies to flutter around her stomach.
"Really?"
Maka's cheeks flush as she nods because yes, really. She does love him. She's loved him for a very long time, but now feels like the right time to say to him. Not because of the sex. The sex was only a perk. She tells him because she means it and can't convey in words what him being there with her means to her so she tells him through her soul. Tells him how much she trusts him to never leave her side, how much his little romantic gestures mean to her, and how she's fall for him over these years.
He kisses her again when she's done; the joy he feels evident as he does.
"I love you, too," he whispers against her lips and she smiles.
