I'm so sorry I've taken so long to update, but with the start of school and my other story I've had no time. Anyways here is what you have all been waiting for. Enjoy! (And I don't own Soul Eater or Maka and Soul would have fucked ALONG time ago haha.)
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"Now hold still while I take out the stitches. It might sting a bit," Nygus said. Soul was sitting in the corner of the room, his head dipped down to be polite. Maka didn't notice that when she took off her shirt for the examination Soul kept peeking up at her and smirking.
"Now that the stitches are out you can begin training again. But remember, take it easy ok? I don't want you to break the wound open or anything," the bandaged woman scolded. Maka slipped her shirt back on and twisted around experimentally. Besides a slight stinging from the wound everything felt great.
"You ready to go?" Soul asked. His crimson eyes seemed to glow from beneath a curtain a white bangs. He stood and gestured towards the door. Maka nodded and followed him out.
They walked through the empty hallway in a comfortable silence. It had been three or so weeks sense their first kiss and neither had mentioned it. It was just quietly acknowledged, they told nobody but everyone knew they had admitted to each other the obvious.
Soul walked a pace or two behind Maka, watching her with a protective eye. "So… are you ready to go see Lord Death?" Maka asked tentatively.
"Not really," Soul sighed, stretching his arms out behind him.
"Oh stop being so lazy," ordered Maka fondly. She glanced back at Soul and smiled. He was staring at her with his droopy eyes and he was in his usual slouched position. The laughing sun's light dripped in through the window, bathing him in a warm glow. She couldn't imagine a day without him by her side.
Soul raised an eyebrow at her quizzically, and smiled back. She could see it in his eyes that he felt the same way.
She turned back around when she felt a blush pepper her cheeks. Suddenly long arms wrapped around her from behind and scooped her up so she was pressed against a warm chest.
"Soul?" Maka squeaked. She looked up at him and the large toothy grin spread across his face. He nuzzled his nose into her soft hair and he breathed out contentedly. His breath warmed her head and she snuggled into his jacket. He smelled like sunlight and cinnamon.
After a couple of minutes of their heartfelt embrace Soul lifted his head from her and glanced down into her emerald green eyes. He lowered his head until their lips were brushing together.
"Maka…" he whispered against her lips.
Maka hummed happily against him and he shivered. He nestled her closer to him and walked down the empty hall. He headed toward a door that read Death Room with Maka still cushioned protectively against him.
"Soul, you can let me go now," Maka said after a couple seconds of silence.
"Hmm?" he glanced down at her as though just realizing that she was there. He sighed and let her feet to the ground but kept an arm wrapped around her waist.
"Soul, if my dad sees you like this he'll flip," Maka said. Soul grumbled but reluctantly let her go. Maka would be lying if she said she didn't feel a twinge of loneliness as his arm left her.
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"Hello, hey, what' up?" said a familiar masked figure as he bounced energetically around the pair.
"Hello Lord Death, how are you?" asked Maka politely. Spirit stood behind Lord Death glaring daggers at Soul who was slouching behind Maka, a smug grin playing on his lips.
"I should be asking you that Maka-chan. Do you think that you'd be up for another mission?" Death asked with a tilt of his head.
Maka had been hoping he'd ask her this. She hated being helpless and she was ready to test her skills on a pre-kishin or witch. So she said "Yes!" enthusiastically.
But immediately after the words had escaped her mouth she felt despair through Soul's wavelength and his body stiffen in horror behind her.
"Good, the witch Mantis has made an appearance in a small village off the coast of Portugal and we need you and Soul to take care of the problem once and for all."
"Don't you think it's too soon?!" Soul asked loudly. Everyone turned towards the snowy haired boy.
"No not at all, Soul, in fact I think its perfect. The battle is fresh in both your minds and that will give you two an advantage," Shinigami answered.
"I don't think this is perfect!" yelled Soul. "What if she gets hurt like last time? What if we don't get help in time." Everyone looked at the desperate kid in shock.
"Soul, the only reason Maka got hurt last time was the fact that you and her were having problems with syncing your soul wavelengths. But Stein has informed me that it is no longer an issue. I doubt you will have any problem this time."
"But what if there is a problem?!" Soul was screaming. His hands were fists by his side. Frosty bangs covered his eyes and his mouth was set in a grimace.
"Soul, we are doing this," Maka said gently to him. Her green eyes were wide as she waited for him to look up at her. "The decision is final." He didn't look up just growled angrily and stomped out of the room.
After the door slammed Death turned towards toward Maka. Spirit looked on with wide eyes but didn't say anything.
"Well this is awkward. I think you should go talk to your partner Maka, your plane leaves the day after tomorrow," Death said.
"Thank you, and I am sorry," Maka said before scuttling quickly out the door after Soul.
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Maka wasn't surprised that she didn't see Soul outside the door. She wasn't surprised that his motorcycle was gone from the parking lot either. She was surprised however that he was home and his yellow motorcycle was parked outside of the apartment.
She opened the door and found Soul sitting on the couch. His face was lying in his hands.
"Soul," Maka asked softly. Soul slowly lifted his face to look at her. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks red from crying.
"Oh Soul…" Maka whispered. Suddenly he was up and he pressed her against the wall. She gasped as he growled, his hands tightening on her arms.
"How could you do that?!" he yelled at her. His deep crimson eyes glared into her green ones. She made no move, just stared at his face.
"Are you stupid?!" his voice cracked. "Do you think you can mess up against this witch again?!" he was gasping now. "What do you think I would do without you," his voice trembled. A fraught sob escaped his lips and his face crashed into her shoulder.
Maka caught his body and they both sank to the floor, Soul cradled in Maka's lap, shoulders shaking in silent sobs. They stayed like that, until Soul's crying died down to whimpers.
"I'm so sorry," Maka said gently. Soul quieted and lifted his face, from her now damp shirt, up to hers. His lips brushed against hers before pressing hard to them. He worked hungrily sliding his tongue along her bottom rim, begging for entrance.
Maka parted her lips slightly and he shoved his tongue hungrily into her mouth, exploring her moist cave. Maka was expecting that having Soul's tongue in her mouth would be gross but it wasn't. She decided he tasted good, and began to timidly brushing her tongue against his, and finally enfolding around his.
They broke apart, and he leaned heavily against her. He whispered into her ear, "It's ok. Just don't do anything stupid," Her hand snaked around his fingers and she squeezed them reassuringly.
He pushed himself to his feet and pulled her to up by her hand. Soul led Maka to the couch and pushed her onto the worn pillows. He walked into the hall and pulled a blanket out of the closet.
He returned to the Maka and lay down, pulling her onto his chest. She didn't question him or struggle as he covered the two of them with his blanket. She just enjoyed the smell of cinnamon and the sound of his breathing and the steady sound of his heartbeat.
Maka succumbed to the gentle waves of sleep bathed in soft moonlight and entwined in Soul Eater Evans' body.
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There you go, I hope you liked my attempt at fluff. If someone thinks this story needs a lemon go ahead and message it to me. But if no one does I wont do it. Anyways, I'll try to update soon and as always reviews please! Love you guys,
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