**Hey guys! This will be my first FanFic so go easy on me. But I'm also trying to improve as a writer so criticism will be helpful!
Also, whenever I mention a song, it really does help the mood to listen to it. I didn't give you guys the title for the song Soul sings to Maka in this chapter, so I thought I'd tell you guys here. The song's 'More Than Words' by Extreme.
Soul Eater is not mine!**
- Soul -
I totally just blew it. I totally just ruined the only chance I had with my first true love. Damn.
I kill some gas on my bike for about an hour then head back home. Maka's still gone. I worry, then I turn on my favorite hard metal songs on my phone, plug in my sound canceling headphones, turn up the volume to as high as it can go, and lay down on the couch, facing the ceiling. I sigh when my favorite song by Three Days Grace, 'World So Cold', comes on. I put my hands behind my head, kick off my shoes, and pull one leg halfway to my chest. This was my typical laying-on-couch position.
"I don't know why I even bothered caring."
What the flip made me say that?! I care about Maka so much it hurts.
My music isn't doing the trick like it normally does, so I head into my room. I debate playing my keyboard, but it hasn't been particularly appealing sense the whole Kishin thing. So I grab my acoustic electric guitar, plug into my amp, and strum a few chords. I'm still thinking about Maka, so I play one of my favorite songs and pretend to sing it to her.
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already know
I jump when I hear Maka's clear voice join in at the bridge. We sing together, only a door separating us, but much, much more in the way.
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
I keep playing and move on to the second verse.
Maka walks into the kitchen, humming, and starts to bake for Kid's sleepover.
...
We get to Kid's at 8 pm. He's decorated the place with lights and there's weird techno music playing, 'Crimewave' by Crystal Castles, I think. It's one of his favorite songs. There are seven sleeping bags in a circle in the middle of his living room, right next to his super huge TV. He's got an entire table dedicated to snacks: popcorn, pizza, soda, and basically anything unhealthy. I put down Maka's cupcakes and cookies there. We then join Patty, Black Star, and Tsubaki on the floor. Black Star and Tsubaki are next to each other; I sit on Black Star's side. My heart feels like someone just blended it when Maka sits at Tsubaki's side instead of mine.
"Good. We're all here. Let's start."
He passes around a tray of tequila shots.
I grab one and pass on the tray. The song "Got Your Number" by Nadia Oh comes on.
"Bottom's up," Kid says.
Maka and I make eye contact across the room.
We both look away and swallow the burning alcohol.
...
Truth or Dare starts after the fifth shot and a few cups of brandy.
"Truth or dare," Patty giggles, pointing at Maka. I'm not sure if Patty's drunk or if she's hyper. She and Black Star had basically eaten all of the cupcakes and cookies Maka had made. Either way, she's vibrating on her sleeping bag and laughing hysterically.
"Dare," Maka says, before chugging the rest of her brandy. I really hadn't expected this of her: not only how good she was dealing with the insane amount of alcohol she'd consumed, but, well, the insane amount of alcohol she'd consumed. She'd always been a Little Miss Perfect until now. I wasn't complaining - Bad Maka was pretty damn sexy. But she was about to lose her battle with the alcohol, I could tell.
Liz whispers something in her sister's ear. Patty grins evilly. "Kiss Soul!"
Maka crawls over to me, places her hands on my chest, and pushes me to the floor.
She slides on top of me, our legs intertwined, and cups my face with her hands.
'Whatever You Like' starts to play, and it drowns out the gang's chatter.
She pulls my face to hers and our lips meet.
I'm blown away by her kiss. I wrap my arms around her dainty shoulders and pull her in for more, which she responds to enthusiastically. I roll her over and climb on top of her, blood rushing through my body. Our tongues intertwine, our bodies press, our hands touch. She tastes delicious and I can't get enough of the feel of her lips on mine. For the first time since we'd started drinking, my mind was a sharp as a tack. My senses are overwhelmed with Maka's.. well, with Maka.
Sadly, my conscience wakes up.
Stop this, it scolds. She's drunk. This isn't right.
Oh, but it was right, it was SO right for me and Maka to be together.
Well yeah, it said in a well-duh kind of voice. But when she's sober and thinking straight.
I sigh, succumb to reason, but allow myself one more deep, passionate kiss before tearing myself away from her delicate frame. Maka frowns like a three-year-old who has been revoked of his/her ice cream cone. She tries to kiss me again, but I resist and say, "It's your turn," pointedly.
God, I'd do anything to keep kissing her her all night long. But it's wrong to take advantage of a girl when she isn't thinking straight. And I really can't make any more mistakes with Maka.
After a few more shots, Maka loses the whole hot 'bad-ass' drunk feel and starts acting, well, wasted. Black Star's on his seventh shot. I've gone drinking with the guy so I can tell he's about to pass out soon. Tsubaki is handling the alcohol the worst of all the weapons. She's laughing hysterically with Patty at the moment, but I'm pretty sure she'll be following Black Star's lead after another shot or two.
The rest of us weapons are dealing with the alcohol well. Patty's just super hyper, but I can't recall if she'd actually drunk anything - I think her above-average hyperness was mostly due to having eaten half the cupcakes and cookies Maka'd cooked (Black Star had eaten the other half). Me and Liz are still just buzzed. Kid is too, which is impressive, but I suspect it has something to do with being a Grim Reaper.
And Maka? Well, she just downed shot number 8 and 9. Then one of her favorite songs, 'Me Against the Music' by Britney Spears, comes on Kid's playlist. She decides to pull a drunk and giggly Tsubaki up with her and they dance. Maka also decides to start stripping.
Playing the good boy is taking a lot of my self control already, and staring at the person I'd do anything to touch stripping - not a good combination, unless you're trying to create disaster. I turn to Kid and Liz to see if I can find a distraction other that Maka's ivory skin and hot pink lace bra.
"So Liz," I say. "Do you like anyone at the DWMA?"
"Yeah," she says, concentrating on her hand. She's painting her nails and is doing a hell of a job for someone on their tenth shot of tequila.
"Well," I ask, semi-irritated. "Who."
"Kid," she says, focusing on her nails. She looks up just in time to meet eyes with Kid, and before I know it, they're making out, nail polish and all. There goes my distraction, I think, and sigh. I turn back to Maka.
At this point, Black Star is snoring on Tsubaki's shoulder, and her head is on his. Maka has substituted Patty for her best friend and is down to her mini-skirt, bra and (hopefully) underwear. Time to head out.
I stand up, sway a little, and down another shot. I should be able to drive; I'm still only buzzed.
"Come on Maka, time to go home," I say, gently steering her towards Kid's garage. I grab all her random assorted clothes too.
We get to the stairs; I carry Maka down. It'd really not be cool if my meister killed herself by falling down stairs. Maka's giggling and she has her arms around my neck. Her fingers are playing with the hairs on the nape of my spine, and I can feel her breathing so close to mine, and I can smell her sweet, intoxicating, Jasmine scent. Seriously, that shampoo must be illegal.
We make it to the garage where I gently lay Maka down in the shotgun seat of Kid's Cayman Porsche. She's getting goosebumps on her exposed skin, so I take off my hoodie, wrap her in it, then zip it up. She snakes her arms into my hair and steals my headband. She gazes into my eyes and licks her lips.
"I want you, Soul," she mutters. "Don't you want me?" She giggles and twists her fingers in my hair. I pull away from Maka, taking in deep breaths of the clammy and damp garage smell.
"You have no idea," I say, then run back upstairs to get the keys to Kid's Porsche.
"Kid," I say, standing over him and Liz. Kid rolls Liz off. She flips me off then continues working on her nails. She's still only buzzed - I'm impressed. Kid, however, is on the tipsy side now.
"What," he slurs.
"I'm taking your Cayman to get Maka home," I say. He scowls.
"Not worth interrupting, bro, it's not like you don't know where the keys are," he says, already pulling Liz back on top of him by the hips. I snort.
"Get a room, you too," I say, before grabbing the keys and leaving. Maka is waiting for me patiently in the car. I open the driver's seat door, slide in, and crank the keys. A metal rock station is playing super loud on the radio, but I don't turn it off. The music helps me concentrate on something other than how sexy Maka looks in my headband.
I run three red lights on the way home, but the police don't pull me over, thanks to Kid's Official-Member-Of-Lord-Death's-Family license plate. I can literally do whatever the heck I want to do.
I parallel park in my bike's normal place, then carry Maka, her clothes, and the car keys upstairs to our apartment. I kick open the door so that I don't have to lay Maka down on the dirty hallway floor.
I walk through the kitchen, feeling Maka's smooth legs on my arm, and her face on my shoulder, and her semi-bare arms around my neck, and it feels so good I almost regret setting her down on her bed: she's light enough that I feel I could carry her forever.
"Soul?" she says, curling up into a ball on her bed. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
Still worth carrying forever.
I help her to the bathroom then shut the apartment door, get her a glass or cold water, and grab one of my button down shirts and a pair of boxers from my room. When Maka's done being sick she crawls over to me and lays her head on my chest.
"Erg, not fun," she says, still drunk but a little better. I give her the water then wash her face with a warm washcloth. Then comes the hard part. I grit my teeth and tell Maka to put her hands up.
"Aww, please don't arrest me, officer," she wails, a smile in her eyes. "I did nothing wrong! Well, except for underage drinking..." I half grin, but I'm focused on the task at hand. I pull my hoodie off of Maka and find myself facing that hot pink lace bra of hers. Damn. I quickly slide my shirt onto her and button it up fast. Much better, except not. I then slide off her mini skirt and put her into my old boxers.
She looks insanely beautiful..
"Time to go to sleep," I say, leading her back to her bed and patting the covers. She shakes her head.
"Nahh, I want you to teach me!"
"Teach you what?"
"Guitar, silly," she says, pretending to play a riff on an air guitar. I smile and laugh. She's so cute.
"FINE, only a few chords though," I say, yawning. I'm tired. I go grab my acoustic and bring it into Maka's room. I sit down on her bed and she sits next to me. I show her three chords - D, G and C - then pass the guitar to her and adjust her fingers until she gets the hang of it. I'm pretty impressed - she picks up fast, not to mention the fact she's drunk.
Maka scootches closer to me. "I want to strum while you play chords," she giggles. It's something she's seen me do to entertain Patty and Black Star a thousand times. Both reluctant and enthusiastic, I let her slide into my lap and play the chords to a song I'd been working on. She's strumming perfectly in time to the song, so without thinking about it, I start to sing:
She's the one; she always was
She's dived into the deep end of my soul
She's the one; my first true love-
She picked me out of my own hole.
Maka, Maka, my sweet, innocent dove;
How I'd love to cling to your glove.
And fly with you, high above
And tell you how you have my love.
Maka stops strumming and turns so that her lips are close to mine.
"Do you mean it?" she asks, barely moving her lips.
"What?" I ask. "Oh, the song. Of course I mean it. I love you, Maka," I say. Gosh, I wish it was this easy when she was sober.
"Soul..." she breathes. I feel her warm lips near mine and I remember how good it had felt three or four hours ago. God, I wanted it so bad...
She kissed me.
I couldn't really resist - my guitar was basically trapping her on me. I drop it, ignoring my conscience, and lay back across Maka's bed, feeling her warm body on top of mine, and her lips, and her tongue, and her hair, and God, Maka... how do you make me feel like this?
She kisses me harder, and my body responds enthusiastically, and my mind is devoted to her, except for that one logical part screaming at me to stop. Maka pulls off my shirt as I unbutton hers. The feel of her bra on my chest and her belly pressed against mine makes me groan with pleasure. I flip her over and climb on top of her, supporting my weight on my hands. I feel Maka's tongue on my neck. I kiss her belly button and move up to her neck and kiss her on the lips and squeeze her tight and rest my hand on her inner thigh and God I never want to stop but I pull away and stand up abruptly.
"Soul, did I do something wrong?" Maka asks, hugging herself on her bed.
"No. It's me," I say, trying to keep away from her intoxicating Maka-ness.
"Then please... don't leave."
I look at her. Maka's eyes are big and green and beautiful as always, and I can't say no to her.
I'll regret this in the morning, I think to myself.
I crawl back into Maka's bed after pulling the covers over her and stare at the ceiling, my heart pumping nervous adrenaline through my veins and my muscles straining to stay still.
Her head makes its way to my chest and I feel her curl up against me. I run my fingers through her hair and relax until I fall asleep.