A/N: Thanks to everyone for your reviews and favorites :D

Your love = my inspiration.

I don't own Soul Eater. -.-

X-x-x Unconsciousness x-x-X

"Soul ~" A dangerously seductive voice beckoned him from the kitchen. The said scythe curiously rose from his spot on his bed, heading towards the person that was calling him.

At first he had his suspicions. It could just be Blair after all. But after thinking it through he realized that the cat wouldn't ask for him, if she wanted anything she'd just jump on him when he least expected it.

So who did this extremely arousing voice belong to?

Opening the door that lead to the kitchen Soul's breath hitched when his eyes made purchase with the owner.

Yeah, it was Maka. We'll at least Soul thought it was Maka.

This Maka was wearing less clothing than the usual feminist one. Try, lingerie. (Most likely the outfit her father gave to her as a 'present' last year.)

"Soul ~." She slunk her way towards him before running a finger up his clothed chest. "You're hogging all the dooner."

"What?"

"I said, you're hogging all the dooner!"

Soul's eyes flew open, rudely awoken from his dream by none other than the meister that was featured in it. Coming back to reality, he noticed the warm body pressing up against his. This was his room right? Yeah it defiantly was, he confirmed it, noticing the glow of his alarm clock that was partially obstructed by the head that had stolen his pillow.

"Maka, why the hell are you in my bed?" Soul turned over to face her, but she had her back to him. There really was not enough room for two people in a single bed.

"I was cold." Maka muted quietly, obviously as tired as he was. The scythe was suddenly grateful for the dark, as a blush spread across his cheeks as he remembered the dream he had just had. Why was Maka in his dreams? And the bigger question. Why was he subconsciously thinking about her in skimpy clothing? He put the dream out of his mind, blaming it on his lack of contact with 'normal' women.(Maka didn't count) He was a guy remember? He couldn't help it if he wanted those sorts of things to happen in real life. But with Maka? Seriously?

Although she did look good in that outfit...

"Are you still cold?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Kind of."

Soul, without thinking it through, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body closer to his, her back fitting snugly against his chest. He buried his face in her hair, trying to regain some of the pillow she'd stolen from him at the same time.

"Better?" He whispered close to her ear.

"Uh, yeah." He felt her body relax against his.

"Night then."

Even though he didn't like to admit it, it was the best night's sleep he'd had in a long time.

A/N: Yeah, so... i dunno if i like it. What do you guys think of it?

...Maybe I'll write a TsuStar chapter next...