"Hah, Soul!"
They're on his (their) bed, it's better suited for two people, his parents had treated him to a queen size. His head is home between her legs as she clutches his hair. This isn't the first time. Since their relationship started they had spent a great deal of time getting to know each other's bodies intimately, as intimately as they could without actually having sex. They didn't want to rush, they had plenty of time. Neither of them had been in a relationship before, and while they had been partners for years, they wanted to make sure they were both comfortable taking the next step.
Soul loves when Maka takes control, she's not shy in front of him, and she's quite skilled with her hands and mouth, but the elation he feels when she comes undone at his touch is indescribable. This is a side of her only he has been blessed to witness. She writhes against his sheets, panting and breathing his name.
"Soul!" She calls to him, she's almost done, but she needs more. His tongue flicks against her clit as glides a finger into her. Her hips buck forward to meet him, she sings his name to the ceiling. He demands an encore, a second finger joins the first. Her voice stops altogether and he has to pull his face away as she orgasms, his fingers still pump into her until she slumps to his bed, breathless and flushed. He pulls his hand from her and peppers kisses to her legs, belly, chest, gradually moving up her body until his mouth can connect to hers. She cradles his face and his hands ghost over the fresh marks he's left on her breast.
Your turn? She inquires over the link. His mind briefly flashes to the box of condoms he bought that morning and stashed in his bedside table. She pulls back for a moment and searches his eyes. He's ready, is she? He won't rush her, he can wait.
She tugs at his shirt. "If we're doing this, it's not fair for only one of us to be naked." Her cheeks are red and the blush has moved to her chest. He grins and gives her quick peck before he kneels to remove his shirt. She sits up to join their lips together and push him on his back. She tugs his sweat pants and boxers off, he lifts his hips to make it easier for her.
She straddles him, his hand grab at her legs while they kiss leisurely. Maka moves away for a moment so she can reach to the nightstand and grab the box she had seen in his mind earlier. She shifts herself so she's resting on his legs, unwraps the package and frantic eyes meet his. Fortunately, he had enough common sense to look up how to put on a condom when he realized how stupid he was for never paying attention in Sex Ed. He takes it from her and rolls it on the way all of the videos online showed.
She shifts again so she's closer to him, Soul panics for a moment, "uhh, Maka?"
Her eyes snap to his, "did you change your mind? We can stop" she moves to pull away. He grabs her hips to keep her still.
"No, that's not it. I was... Can we?..."
"Oh…. Did you wanna be on top?" She asks way too easily, he's mortified. She reads him for a moment. "Did you look up how to do this?"
"Oh for fucks sake." He flops backwards onto the bed, covering his face. He's beyond mortified now. She wasn't supposed to know! He wasn't studious like she was, Maka had a deep desire to learn. She wanted to know everything about everything. When Soul was interested in something, he wanted to be well versed in that single topic. He was a pro when it came to jazz music, he could tell you every detail about his favorite movie, and since his life practically revolved around Maka, he made it his main goal to be an expert on her. Naturally, when it came to sleeping with the love of his life for the first time, he wanted to be fully prepared, so he took to the Internet and looked up how to have sex for the first time. Not like in porn, but real awkward first time sex. Plus, he's nervous as hell, sue him. He doesn't want to feel totally useless, and he especially doesn't want to hurt her.
She laughs as she pulls his hands from his face, he scowls. "S'not funny." She takes one of his hands and holds it to her chest. Her heart is pounding as hard as his. Oh, she's nervous too. He laughs with her, it's alleviates some of his tension. And then they're kissing again, their souls mixing and humming. They're both new at this, they'll deal with the awkwardness and nerves together. She moves off him to lie on her back, he follows, taking his place between her legs. He reluctantly pulls away from her lips to balance himself on one arm while he grabs himself with his other hand, guiding himself towards her entrance. She grips his shoulders when she feels him prodding, he asks over the link if she's ready. Their eyes lock and she nods. He gently pushes forward, slowly gliding into her still sensitive sex. Her fingers scratch against him and she gasps. He goes slow, giving her time to adjust, reading the link to gauge if she's in pain. His arm shakes with the effort. When he finally fully sinks into her, their bodies pressed together completely, he thinks he could die of happiness. He rests on his elbows, her heads cradled between his arms. Her eyes are clamped shut, she clutches at his back, nails marking his skin. He kisses her forehead, her eyelids, lips, everywhere he can reach to offer her some comfort. He hasn't even moved yet and this feels amazing to him, he wants her to feel just as good. Her eyes flutter open and he's about to ask if she's alright when she flexes and his vision blacks out for a second.
"Fuck. Maka." Her laugh fills the room. He pulls his hips back and pushes back in slowly, her laughter turns into a moan. He wants to laugh at her reaction, but he's moaning too.
"Again." She demands. His body reacts to her command before he has a chance to process. His hips rock against her and nothing has ever felt this good. The bed creaks with the movement and she's singing his name again. She pushes off the bed so their hips can meet faster. Her soul demands more of him. More of this. She doesn't know how to convey how she's feeling to him, she settles on calling his name repeatedly. It sounds delicious, and Soul moves against her faster to draw out her praise.
There's no way in hell he's gonna last much longer with the way she's moaning and moving against him. They move together with reckless abandon, she arches to press his hips closer. He doesn't want to stop, ever, but Maka's become incapable of using words altogether, the only noise that passes her lips is a chorus of steady high pitched "hah!" He´s so closeand she knows. He knows the chances of them finishing together are slim. He´s glad he could take care of her before, but his pride demands he at least lasts as long as he can to give her chance.
Come for me. She urges through the link.
It pushes him over the edge, that little devil. His hips jerk wildly as he rides the waves of the best damn orgasm he's ever had. Finally, he collapses on her, he feels a little guilty for crushing her, but his body has turned into jelly. He manages to pull away from her and roll next to her on the bed.
They gaze at each other while they catch their breath. She's too far away from him now, and he realizes he might be the most pathetic, needy piece of shit ever. He literally just had sex with his girlfriend, and he's already starved for her affection. Is it cool for the guy to ask if they can cuddle?
She smiles and it's infectious. She scoots closer to him to and lays her head on his chest.
¨You smell awful." She lightly traces the scar that crosses his chest. He can feel giddiness pouring off her in waves.
He puffs out a laugh. He knows they should probably get cleaned up, but he´s far too happy to move. ¨Way to kill the mood," he jokes.
Their hands meet over his heart. Her soul whispers I love you.
"Idiot," he kisses the top of her head. "You're supposed to say shit like that out loud."
Somehow, Maka manages to ask Soul to marry her the same night he had planned to propose.
They finally get around to visiting Soul's parents together. Figuring his mother is a basket case during the holidays when there are so many parties to throw, Soul decides not to subject Maka to that and plans a summer trip when his mother is more reasonable. His mother berates him when he calls "Really Soul? You're only going to grace us with your presence once every four years? You're pushing your luck young man." She's absolutely thrilled when he mentions his Meister will finally be joining him. "Oh Soul! I can't believe I'm finally going to get to meet her! What are her favorite foods? I'll get the cooks to prepare something special for her first night here. And you must let me take her shopping, do not deny me this!"
His family loves her, he didn't doubt they wouldn't, but it's still a relief. Celine Evans dotes on Maka the second she sets foot in the house, Maka miraculously becomes the daughter she never had. Asher Evans is pleased that his son has partnered with someone with immense talent and can see the positive effect she's had on him. Wes is besides himself when he "accidentally" walks in on them making out in Soul's childhood bedroom.
"You liar." Wes laughs when they're alone, Celine having stolen Maka away for another bonding shopping trip. Wes had dragged Soul out of the house to go eat at one of their favorite diners. "It not like that, my ass. I knew you were totally into her. Why didn't you tell me you were together?" Wes waves a French fry at him.
"We were gonna tell you guys eventually, I just didn't want you guys to make a big deal out of it. " Soul shifts uncomfortably in the vinyl booth. "Besides, I'm pretty sure mom figured it out the second she saw us together."
"Yeah, there was definitely something there. I thought maybe the feeling between you two was the 'Soul Renaissance' or whatever you called it"
"Soul Resonance."
"Yeah, that. But it seemed an awfully lot like love." Wes wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "How long have you guys been together?"
"We've been partners for like eight years now."
"No, I mean romantically."
"Oh, um." Soul takes a moment to pinpoint when it had started. "It's a little over two years now, almost three?"
"So, when are you gonna propose?" Wes laughs and shoves a French fry in his mouth.
"Um, actually, about that..." Soul sits up a little straighter, he folds his hands on the table and can't seem to look away from his fidgeting fingers. "I was gonna ask you if you could maybe help me pick out a ring?" Wes chokes on the fry. He coughs and splutters, Soul's about to rush over and perform the heimlich maneuver but Wes slams his hands on the table.
"HOLY SHIT, DUDE!" Everyone at the diner looks to their table.
"Wes, can you quit shouting for a fucking second?" Soul's used to this behavior from Black Star, but it's entirely foreign coming from his brother.
"BRO, YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED?" Wes is half standing in the booth. A couple of the surrounding tables start applauding and congratulating Soul. Soul awkwardly raises a hand and thanks them.
"Seriously, dude, chill the fuck out." Soul hisses and yanks his arm down so Wes is sitting again. "And I have to ask her first." Wes looks like a fish as he gapes at Soul, his mouth and eyes wide open. Soul starts to wonder if maybe he's somehow broken his older brother.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah."
"Like, really serious?"
"Yeah, man. I even went and asked her dad for permission."
"Holy shit. You're serious." Wes falls heavily against the high back of the booth. Tears well up in his eyes.
Soul groans. "If you start crying, I will leave you here."
"I can't help it! My baby brother is in love and getting engaged!" Wes grabs a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the table and dabs at his eyes. "You seriously want me to help you pick out a ring?"
"Yeah man, that's actually why I came back. Honestly, my friends aren't that good at picking out jewelry, my friend Black Star suggested I propose with a ring pop and my other friend is obsessed with symmetry and the last time I asked him to help me pick out a gift for Maka it took like eight hours." Soul shudders at the memory. "You're pretty good at this kinda stuff, plus you're my brother. I want you to be involved." Wes lets out a shaky breath and a few tears roll down his cheeks. "Oh, for fucks sake. Waitress! Can we get our food packed up and the check please?"
Wes manages to keep himself composed while they browse through the jewelry store. Soul doesn't know the first thing about buying jewelry, especially since his Meister only wears it for formal occasions. How is he supposed to pick something she needs to wear everyday? Just as he suspected, Wes is very good at picking out rings. He helps Soul set a budget and find styles that he thinks are best suited for Maka based on what Soul's told him. It doesn't take long for Soul to find the perfect ring, it's vintage inspired, silver with tiny delicate details wrapping around the band and three small set in diamonds. Beautiful but practical, something Maka could appreciate. He has to call Tsubaki to ask if she knows Maka's ring size, he knows the girls have gotten her jewelry for some of Kid's more extravagant parties. Tsubaki isn't surprised at his question, Black Star probably already told her his plans. That dick. Fortunately, she knows and she wishes Soul luck, not that he'll need it. Wes offers to pay for part of the ring, but Soul refuses. He's been saving for this for a while. With his purchase tucked away carefully in his pocket, they make it back to the house.
"When are you asking her?"
"Tonight. I promised her I would show her some of my favorite places. She's been wanting to see where I grew up."
Wes presses a hand to his chest and sighs in relief. "Oh thank God, I would not have been able to keep this a secret."
"If you ruin this for me, I swear I'll murder you, this has been the hardest secret I've had to keep in my entire life, you have no idea."
"Don't worry. I won't mess this up. Good luck little bro."
When Maka gets back from shopping with Celine, she's wearing a new blue sundress and carrying several other bags with new clothes, courtesy of Soul's mother. Soul asks if she wants to take a break before they go out on their date, but she's far too excited to see where he spent his time as a child. He envies her energy. They drive by his old schools so she can see what normal schools look like. She's a little disappointed, they're kinda bland in comparison to Shibusen. He takes her to his favorite restaurant and after they walk around the city and he points out some of the old spots he would hang out with Wes.
She's enthralled with everything, he doesn't understand her fascination with things he would usually find mundane, but he's so enamored with her he shows her more to keep her happy. He takes her to the pier, he loved spending time by the ocean, and all the restaurants and stores set up lights outside during the summer and he figures it'd be a pretty romantic place to propose. They walk hand in hand, they're almost at the spot and Soul starts getting nervous. He's positive she'll say yes, but this is the biggest question you can ask a person. Well, asking someone to be your partner is pretty big too, but this is marriage! The lights that cross over the boardwalk flicker on, her eyes are drawn up as they walk beneath the twinkling strings, he watches her face and sees the glee in her eyes. He knew he picked the perfect spot.
Her eyes stay glued to the lights, she stops walking. He stops with her. "Hey, Soul?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna get married?" For a second he thinks he misheard her.
"W-what?"
She shifts her gaze down to him. "Do you wanna marry me?"
His brain ceases to function. Did she really just ask that? He thinks briefly that maybe someone told her that he was planning to propose, but he can read over the link that this is a spur of the moment 'Maka' moment. She loves him more than anything and wants them to be together. Against his better judgement, he busts out laughing. Her cheeks puff in irritation.
"I'm serious, Soul!"
"I know, it's just funny, you beat me to it."
Her head tilts. "Beat you to what?" He pulls the small black box from his pocket. Her gaze shifts from his face to the box. Back to his face, her eyes are wide. "Oh!" He shifts slowly down to one knee, he pulls his hand from hers only so he can open the box and present the ring to her.
"Maka, I love you-
"Yes!"
He chuckles "can I finish first?"
"Oh right, go ahead!"
Better be quick he decides. "I love you, more than words can describe. Would you marry me?"
She's crying tears of joy, her smile is brighter than the lights that shine above them. He wants to take a picture of this moment to remember it forever. "Yes!" He stands quickly and she pulls his face to hers. She's crying and laughing between chaste kisses.
"Maka," he mumbles between kisses, "you should put the ring on."
"Oh, right!" She pulls away and offers her left hand. He picks the ring from the box and slides it easily onto her finger. He slips the empty box back into his pocket and she pulls him against her again. She tugs his hair and tugs his bottom lip with her teeth. He pulls away slightly.
"Did you even look at the ring?" There's a fire in her eyes that makes his toes curl.
"Excuse me sir, but I can admire my pretty ring later. Right now I really want to kiss my fiancé, if you don't mind" the word raises goosebumps on his arm, he loves the sound of it.
"Fair enough." If his fiancé wants to make out in public, who is he to argue?
The bedroom door bursts open, banging loudly against the wall. Soul jumps slightly in his desk chair at the sudden interruption. He looks up from the music sheets on his desk. Maka teeters in, weighed down by various shopping bags hanging from her arms. She shakes her arms free, letting bags drop at the foot of the bed before she falls face first onto the mattress, bouncing a few times before she stills.
¨Soul, can we elope?" She moans into the blankets. Soul rolls the chair away from his desk towards the edge of the bed.
¨What happened?¨
¨Look!¨ Maka keeps her face planted to the bed and raises her hand to him.
¨You got a manicure?¨ He raises a brow. ¨You´ve gotten a manicure before.¨
Maka rolls onto her side and holds both hands out to him. ¨Your mother and Liz made me get fake nails! They glued plastic onto my fingers, Soul!¨ She waves her acrylic nailed hands at him for emphasis.
¨I don't understand. Why does plastic finger nail art make you want to elope?¨
¨Everything is out of control!¨ Maka rolls to her back and digs the heels of her palms into her eyes. ¨I´ve been waxed, plucked, painted, tanned, and groomed against my will! When I proposed, I just thought you and I could drive down to Vegas and do a quick, painless wedding.¨ She drops her arms to the bed and takes a few deep breaths. ¨ I appreciate that our parents are covering all the costs, and Liz, Tsubaki and your mom are planning everything, but I don't need the big wedding! Can we just call it off and elope instead?¨
Soul reaches for hand and rubs apologetic circles into her skin. Her fake nails feel strange as he holds her hand, he can understand why they bother her so much. ¨Sorry Angel, when I proposed, I wanted the whole nine yards. Church, party, everyone we know, and you in a white dress.¨ She pinks a little at the rarely used pet name. ¨Besides, the wedding is in two days. You sure you can´t hold out for two more days?¨
¨You´re not the one who has to sit for four hours to get your hair and makeup done,¨ she huffs.
¨I'll make it up to you, I promise. ¨ He kisses her hand.
¨How?¨
¨What did you have in mind, Angel?¨ She snaps her attention away from the ceiling to look at him. He doesn't say it often, but loves calling her Angel, it gets her worked up in all the right ways.
¨Well, one good thing came out of all this.¨ She gives him a devious smirk.
¨What's that?¨
¨Blair and the girls have been taking me lingerie shopping, and I think they went a little…. Overboard.¨ his blood boils. He was supposed to have the upper hand here, but she's teasing him and he´s eagerly falling into her trap.
He breathes in harshly. ¨Fuck, please tell me you're wearing some now?¨ She sits up and scoots so their faces are inches apart. She gently presses their foreheads together and ghosts her lips just above his.
¨Why don't you find out?¨