Author's Note: Ugh I am so sorry for putting off posting this. I got a bit of writer's block and everything I was writing was coming out..well...awful to be honest. So let's hope these are halfway decent. As always enjoy the chapter and let me know your thoughts :3
Don't Speak
"You wanna know something really funny?" Soul questioned, wine red eyes staring into velvet greens and a lazy smirk on his lips, as if he was letting her in on the world's biggest secret. She could practically see the self-satisfaction radiating off him in waves. It was either that or he was truly amused by what he was going to say next.
And somehow Maka had a feeling she wasn't going to like where this conversation was going. Five minutes later, a red in the face Maka excited the apartment she and Soul shared. She turned to look back at a knocked out cold Soul left at the kitchen table, and vowed to never, ever speak of this day again.
Wake Up Call
Soul didn't know when it had become so apparent he was in love. It was as if one day he got out of bed, smelled the toast and eggs Maka had been cooking and knew. He loved this girl. Or maybe it wasn't like that at all. Maybe he had always known. From the day he laid eyes on her skinny, bubbly, little girl self.
But Soul was too cool to admit he could fall victim to the overly used cliché of love at first sight. So the toast and eggs analogy seemed to fit him just fine. Either way it all added up to the fact that, so long as he lived and breathed, he would love and protect his girl.
Nothing But, Insecurities
Maka didn't like the idea of losing Soul. Even at night she still tossed and turned at the idea, as if she were reliving the first major injury all over again. And she felt so guilty. Here she was having nightmares and crying over something that Soul had endured. She stayed up some nights, thinking to herself 'what could I have done differently?' With no single answer to grasp. It was one of those nights when he found her, sitting on their living room couch with the tv on if only for background noise. He sighed softly; the look on her face gave her away every time, and he let himself fall onto the couch beside her.
Being together for so long had made them both attuned to the other's wavelength, so it was no surprise he had caught on. Maka sighed, too embarrassed to have been caught in the act of moping to tell him to get off of her or to go away. So the two sat there for a moment, basking in the silence until Soul felt it appropriate to speak. "I'm still here Maka. Not like I'm going anywhere." She smiled, reaching out to run her hands through his unkempt hair after a short pause, mulling over his words before she spoke up. "Like hell I'd let you go otherwise."
Approval
Maka seemed to be a pro at worrying. Soul had to really fight his urges to burst into laughter as he watched the older, but not too much wiser, blonde bustle about their apartment picking up things and cleaning non-existent dirt from off the counters and furniture. He waited a few more minutes to open his mouth, sharp teeth showing off as he grinned at her, snagging her around the waist mid-pace and smirked at her flustered face.
"Relax Maka; it's just my brother visiting. No need to panic." He said smoothly, reaching up to run a hand through her overly brushed hair. Maka wriggled around in his hold for a moment before sagging against his chest and heaved a sigh. "But what if he-" She started, to which he promptly replied before she had a chance to speak any further, "Nonsense, he'll love you. So. Sit. Down." He said, punctuating every last word with a kiss.
Mischief Managed
"I want a divorce." Were the first words he heard as he entered the small apartment. The first thing he saw however was his beaming technician, velvet green hues bright and sparkling with mischief (oh this couldn't be good) and her teeth showing as she smiled at him. The comment contrasted greatly with her expression, and the words themselves were something to ponder. He felt his eyebrows knit together in confusion, lips turning down into a curious frown as he uttered a simple, "What?" Maka burst into a fit of laughter then, walking up to her partner and throwing her arms around his neck, giggling against his skin and making him feel that much more uncomfortable.
It also might have been because her breath was warm and ghosting over the skin of his collarbone and he was still having trouble keeping his hormones to himself after recent conclusions. 'Dammit Maka,' he growled to himself, unsure if he should return the awkward hug or to keep his arms to his side like the great idiot that he could sometimes be.
"Sorry, I was just teasing. You left the dishwasher on for the finished load." She said through another giggle, letting her arms fall just as Soul placed his hands at her hips. He lifted a brow, sharp teeth poking through, as he grinned a little. "That all? Well sorry darlin' you're not getting rid of me that easy." He joked right back, patting himself on the back for his clever save. Maka merely rolled her eyes and set her hands over Soul's, impish little smile overtaking her face.
'Ah boy...' he thought anxiously, understanding perfectly that a face like that on Maka was going to mean trouble for the person it was directed towards. "Soul!" She half gasped and half scolded, playfully swatting his hands away from her hips and side-stepping him. It was just too much fun messing with his head. As she watched the look of utter confusion cross his features once more, she decided then and there, she ought to do it more often.