This chapter is made up of words given to me by Katlizibeth. If you haven't read her fic Planes, Trains, and Plantains, you should give it a shot! The last two words were given to me by reviewers; Books, from awwwsnapTOP, and Accident, from Sebastian's Kat. Hope I didn't disappoint with the way I chose to use them. More requests are welcome, and please remember to review!
SPOON
It was one of those nights where they barely managed to drag themselves back into the apartment after an exhausting battle. Turns for the bathroom were negotiated in grunts as they sluggishly went about preparing for bed, clothing tossed haphazardly all over the floor. Soul crawled into bed, leaving space for Maka to lay next to him, so he could spoon up behind her, but instead of settling into her usual place, she slid over him to his other side, reversing their positions.
"Hey, what's the deal? I'm always the big spoon!" he whined.
Maka buried her face deeper into his back. "Soul, I'm tired. If we try to sleep like that, you know what'll happen. You'll get horny, you will then proceed to make me horny, and all chances of getting any kind of rest go up in smoke."
"..." he could not argue with this. He could, but it would be lying, and he was too sleepy to deal with that right now. So, with less than good grace, he adjusted his pillow and closed his eyes, already half asleep.
Unfortunately for Maka, her mind had already wandered down a dangerous trail. A happy trail, to be precise, and her hand, through no fault of her own, had gone along for the ride.
Soul's eyes shot open as a hand dipped below his waistband to wrap around his cock, jerking it gently. He might have been able to lay there and just enjoy the excellent service, but a slim leg was draped over him, and something warm and suspiciously damp began to rub against him.
Maka was snapped out of her plan to get them both off quickly and quietly when he suddenly rolled over, flipping her beneath him, leering wickedly.
"You know, no matter how you arrange the silverware, spooning always leads to forking!"
TEETH
They hadn't been dating long when Maka noticed a change in Soul's behaviour. He began to smile less and less, and the rare times he did, they were tight, closemouthed shadows of his customary wide grin. In fact, he kept his face averted from her most of the time, especially when they were out somewhere. Growing uncomfortable with his distant actions, she decided to confront him.
"Soul? Is something wrong? Have I done something to upset you?" she asked, curling closer to him on the couch.
He darted a look out of the corner of his eye, to find her staring at him intently, an expression of worry marring her features.
"Everything's fine. Why you ask?"
"Don't give me that! You hardly look at me, and you never smile anymore. I want to know what's bothering you!"
"...It's nothin'." he answered in a monotone, turning his body farther away from her.
Growing frustrated, she climbed onto his lap, clamping a hand on each side of his face to force him to look at her.
"Don't lie to me! Tell me what's going on! Or...or are you acting like this because you want to break up..." she trailed off sadly, beginning to slide off his lap.
He grabbed her hips, holding her in place.
"No! Hell no! That's not it at all!" he said in a panic, trying to head her off before he found himself back in the singles category.
She stopped trying to move away, but was still a bit uneasy. "Then tell me, or I'm just going to keep imagining the worst."
"Fine! Gaah, this is so stupid." he threw his head back against the cushions. "It's...my teeth, okay?"
Maka cocked her head first to the left, and then to the right, as if adjusting her reception would help her understand his words.
"Your teeth? What about them? Do they hurt or something?"
Soul sighed. Her confusion would be cute if the situation wasn't so ridiculous. "Don't tell me you haven't heard what people say everytime we go out on a date."
"I have no idea. But then, I'm usually focusing on you when we're out, and not what a bunch of strangers are saying. You'll have to enlighten me."
"They all stare when they realize we're together. They struggle enough with the white hair and freaky red eyes, but when they see the teeth..." he growled, a mixture of frustration and annoyance. "They say that a sweet, innocent girl like you shouldn't be with a monster like me." he finished dejectedly.
Maka let out a short laugh, confusing him. "And you listen to these people? I'm surprised you didn't bust a gut laughing after hearing me described as sweet and innocent!"
His lips twitched up at the corners as he tightened his grip on her hips. "Well, when you put it that way..."
She knocked her forehead against his. "Idiot. I like your teeth." her lips brushed over his, her tongue sliding out to part his lips. She traced the sharp contours of his teeth slowly and carefully, paying special attention to each one as he moaned in her mouth. Pulling away, she trailed kisses to his ear and bit down on the lobe, and he reciprocated by nibbling her neck, as she knew he would.
"I love your teeth on my neck." she whispered, flicking the shell of her ear with her tongue.
He leaned back to look at her, a wide grin breaking across his face for the first time in weeks.
"Let's see where else you like my teeth."
As Maka tackled him to the couch, he decided maybe there were perks to having monster teeth after all.
UMBRELLA
Soul sat on the ground, slouched against a column of the school. After years of being pursued by excited fangirls, he had finally broken down and decided to give one of them a shot. To be honest, he had never ventured into the romance department, but as he got older, he had begun to feel a desire for a relationship. So he had said yes, put on his best leather jacket, and made some sort of effort to tame his hair. But when she had met him after class to go out for coffee, he hadn't been able to go through with it. Something just hadn't felt right, and he had turned her down, feeling slightly guilty at the sight of her tears.
Now he was sitting there as it began to sprinkle, a chilly breeze cutting through the air. Mentally, he kicked himself. Why hadn't he just gone on the stupid date? How was he going to know who was the right girl for him if he didn't even give them a chance? All he wanted was a relatively nice girl, someone fun to be with, that he could talk to and count on, someone that cared about him- Suddenly, a shadow fell over him, and he could no longer feel the droplets of rain pelting on the back of his neck.
"Soul? What are you doing here? You're going to catch a cold if you don't get out of the rain!"
He looked up into the worried face of his meister, her large green eyes filled with concern.
Oh. That's what had been wrong.
He stood and began to walk beside her, having to stay close because it was one of those dinky single person umbrellas.
"I figured you'd have gone home by now. What are you still doing here?" he asked casually, watching her cheeks flush out of the corner of his eye.
"I...um, had some stuff to do. I just happened to see you sitting there as I was leaving. I thought you had a date today?"
Fighting back a smile at her poor attempt at lying, he answered her question.
"I did, but I saw that she wasn't gonna work out, so I ended up not goin' after all."
Her voice was slow as she processed this. "I'm really sorry, Soul. What was it about her that made you think it wouldn't work?"
Under the genuine sympathy, he heard the tiny traces of relief, and he became more sure of himself. "Well, there were actually a lot of things that made it obvious she wasn't the right choice for me. I mean, she didn't have green eyes, or nice legs under stupidly short skirts. She would never wear her hair in pigtails," he heard her gasp, but continued, "And if I asked her to hit me over the head with a book, she'd probably think I was some kinda perverted masochist or somethin'. So I'm just gonna wait till I find a girl that can meet those requirements."
"Requirements, huh? She has to have all that?" she asked with a silly grin growing on her face.
"Yep. Those are ironclad, nonnegotiable, absolutely must have traits. Think you could hook me up with someone like that?" he asked, sneakily sliding one arm around her waist, pulling her closer as they walked down the nearly empty street.
"I think that could be arranged. I'm sure she'd say yes if you bought her a large pumpkin frappe." she smiled teasingly up at him.
"Like you can get at the place two streets over? Sounds pretty reasonable." he played along, steering her in the opposite direction from home.
"Soul? Where are we going?"
"Gonna buy my girlfriend some weird flavored coffee. You like it with extra whipped cream, right?"
"Yeah. And an extra straw so you can get some too."
"Don't worry about me. I definitely plan on gettin' some."
There was a pause, and the sound of a book meeting skull, and then the bright red umbrella bobbed around the corner, carrying the laughing couple out of sight.
ORIGAMI
They started out as a simple, plain piece of paper, future spread out before them to be written on the surface. Time and experience changed them, bent and folded them, their shape growing and reforming into something new, yet not new, with each shared moment. Flesh and bone, sliding together with perfect rhythm and harmony, falling seamlessly into perfect sync. No longer a single sheet a of paper, they were a beautiful new form altogether. They were origami.
PEARL
Sitting on the couch with his girlfriend in his lap, Soul felt his mind wander from the tear inducing Discovery channel special on pearls that she seemed to be engrossed in. Why they were doing this on one of their few days off, when there were more...pleasurable things they could be doing was beyond him. But he knew from hard experience that once Maka got hooked on a subject, there was no distracting her from it. Unless, perhaps, he could use it to his advantage...
Maka paid no attention to the hand that slowly glided up her thigh, tickling the skin hidden under her skirt. She didn't even notice that her legs had parted, giving that hand access to the target it was seeking. Her attention was rudely yanked from her program by a skilled set of fingers sliding into her panties, going unerringly for her clit. She gasped as he teased her, dancing around it with light strokes before rubbing it firmly.
"Soul, what ah! Are you dooOOOoing?" she moaned, not sure whether to wiggle away from him or to abandon herself to his ministrations.
He sucked and licked at the tender spot at the base of her neck that he knew drove her crazy, as her hips began to buck harder into his hand.
"I'm just doin' like the guy on tv said, and checkin' the oyster to see if there's a pearl. Think I found one." he crooned, enjoying her strangled gasps and cries.
"So are you done watchin' yet?" he asked with hopeful eagerness.
"Actually, I think you should watch the next part, since you're getting so much inspiration out of this." she panted, her bangs growing damp with sweat.
His hopes nearly fell before she continued, "The next segment is about pearl diving."
BOOK
She gazed at him surreptitiously over the top of her novel, watching the way the light from the tv played over him in a soft blue glow. She had known him for years, boy to man, and could now read him as easily as she did the book she held. His face might as well have been paper, his features lines and swirls of ink forming the words of his moods. She could tell right now that he was tired, only half watching whatever was playing on the screen, the other half of his mind thinking over something carefully. She knew this by the way his body was relaxed, legs propped on the table and head tilted to the side, the tiny crease between his eyes the only indication that he wasn't one step away from falling asleep. Almost, she wished she could read his thoughts as easily, but the practical part of her knew there were probably things better left unknown. Sadly, she knew he most likely couldn't read her the same way. He surely didn't notice the way she was always watching, waiting, hoping for the smallest sign of...well, it was best not to dwell on things that were never going to happen. She let out a small sound of surprise as an arm was flung around her, drawing her halfway into his lap, the book falling forgotten from her hands.
"Quit thinkin' stupid things and get over here where you belong, woman."
"Where I belong, huh?" she asked, carefully watching his expression, and deciding she liked what she was seeing there.
"You heard me. This is what you wanted too, right?" his voice a mix of affection and hope.
She snuggled into him as an answer, arranging their limbs to their mutual satisfaction, a small smile on her face. Maybe he wasn't so illiterate after all.
ACCIDENT
Maka could feel the strands of her last nerve fraying like the fibers of a rotted rope. What had been rather cute at first was now leaning decidedly in the favor of annoying. A week ago, they had gone on a mission that had proved more dangerous than anticipated, and if it hadn't been for blind luck in the form of a tree root causing her to trip at precisely the right moment, Maka would have been sliced in two. She even had the long, shallow healing scar to prove it. For some reason, this had scared Soul half to death, and he had taken to following her everywhere like a baby bird imprinting on its mother.
A trip to the store? He was there. Lunch out with the girls? He was at the next table. She was almost afraid to lift the toilet lid for fear he would pop up there, too. She tried to tell herself to get over it, that he would get tired of constantly being with her. A darker part of herself knew that she wouldn't mind as much if he would just make a damn move already, but he seemed content with remaining the perfect gentleman, much to the growing frustration of her lady bits. It was hard to take care of business when another person always seemed to be less than three feet away. No motor was that discreet. Now she was headed for the washing machine, and, as usual, he was no more than a handful of footsteps behind her.
"Soul, I'm perfectly capable of doing the laundry, damn it! Why don't you go watch tv, or better yet, go hang out with Black*Star?" she growled in frustration, quickening her pace as if that would actually do any good.
"Are you tryin' to get rid of me? Geez, Maka, all I'm tryin' to do is-"
She would never know what it was he had been trying to do, for in his haste, he hadn't picked his foot up enough as they crossed the threshold to the laundry room, and his toe caught the slight rise, sending him sprawling forward, hands grasping for anything to break his fall. Maka had turned at the sound of his inadvertent cry, and his fingers found purchase on the only thing available; the waistband of her shorts, pulling them along with the pink and white polka dotted panties down around her ankles as he fell.
The first thing he saw when he looked up where short, soft curls trimmed into a perfect landing strip, just begging him to touch down as soon as he was cleared to land. He forcibly yanked his eyes higher to her shocked face, survival instinct kicking in and momentarily overriding lust.
"I didn't! I mean...This wasn't...It was an accident, I swear!" he spluttered in a panic, certain she was going to crush him with the entire set of Encyclopedia Britannica for his spectacularly glorious final sin.
Instead she crouched in front of him, and it was a mighty struggle to keep his eyes fixed north of her neck.
"If this was an accident, I'd love to see what you could do on purpose." she said huskily.
Soul was many kinds of fool, but even he could recognize the flags signalling it was safe to extend his landing gear. If this was the typical result, he was definitely going to become more accident prone in the future.