A/N: Second drabble for SoMa Week, prompt was Nosebleed.
Summary: Lingerie is always fun, especially on their wedding night.
Rated T.
If Soul had expected to last his wedding day without crying, then he had been an idiot. An idiot who had had to listen to his best friend and his brother tell embarrassing stories about him as punishment for said weepiness.
But he couldn't help it! His bride had looked so beautiful and he had been so happy waiting for her at the end of altar that he couldn't help but shed a tear or two. But she hadn't been any better really, Maka had always been a sap underneath all those layers of badass warrior and meister. So, when their eyes had met from the ends of the aisle, they had both smiled like idiots and teared up.
So what if he had gotten a little misty eyed during their first dance as husband and wife? He was sure many people did. He had just pulled her close, pressed his face into her neck and murmured how much he loved her, just loud enough for her to hear over the slow jazz that he had picked for their wedding song (she had let him pick most of the music, she had accepted by now that most people thought her taste was crap).
She had only giggled and pressed a feather-light kiss to his jaw and whispered "I love you too."
His parents had been there too. He had only invited them after much joint nagging from his brother and fiancé, and because of the knowledge that if he didn't invite his parents, his grandmother might not feel comfortable coming. Soul suspected bullshit, but finally agreed anyway.
And once his parents found out he was getting married, well. Suddenly what had been a wedding planned on meeting a budget became a grand fiasco where money was no issue and anything they wanted they could have. Thankfully Wes managed to help his little brother point out that it was his and Maka's special day and please, let us plan it, we go this. But at least money was not as much of an issue anymore.
Soul's parents weren't bad people, they just didn't have the greatest parenting technique. So, it had been a little awkward seeing his parents again a week before one of the most stressful and happiest days of his life, but in end he was happy they had turned up. It was nice introducing his meister to them, as well as the rest of his new family (his mother's face when Black*Star had specially done his 'Godly' crap for her was a memory he would cherish forever).
However, while the day had been lovely and heart-warming and all he had wanted since the moment he had finally gotten the courage to ask his girlfriend to marry him, there was one bit he was particularly looking forward to.
The wedding night.
It wasn't like they hadn't had sex already, dear Death, they'd been going at it since they had first admitted to loving each other (aged seventeen, nearly five years ago now), but it would undoubtedly be different now. Instead of making love his girlfriend or fiancé, he would be making love to his wife and if that wasn't one of the weirdest turn-ons, he wasn't sure what was.
As a wedding present, Kid had offered them exclusive access to the Shinigami-owned island with luxury villa that was somewhere in the Pacific for their honeymoon. Both Soul and Maka had been happy enough to accept the gift, so when the reception finished they would be bundled into a limo and driven to a hotel for the wedding night, then they would go to the airport and board the academy's private jet that would take them to the island they would spend the next two weeks on. Soul had to admit, he was kinda excited to get away, not just to go on their honeymoon but to spend some time relaxing away from the stress of work.
Once the reception wrapped up and guests began to leave, Maka changed out of her white wedding gown and into a pastel green summer dress while Soul rid himself of his suit jacket, vest and tie, leaving him in the white shirt and black slacks. As they climbed into the black limo, their friends and family cheered.
After the limo door closed and the driver pulled away, Soul wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her flush against him.
"Did you have a nice day Mrs Evans?"
She pouted. "I thought we agreed on Albarn-Evans."
"I'm teasing you, dork," he laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "But seriously, did you have a nice day?"
She hummed and cupped his cheek, bringing him down to a long kiss. "Today was far more than 'nice'," she murmured when she pulled away slightly.
He shook his head softly with a smile. "You're a bit drunk Mrs Albarn-Evans."
She giggled and rubbed her nose against his. "Maybe a little. But that's what happens when you serve really nice booze are our wedding." She giggled again as he grinned and nuzzled his nose across her cheek. "Did you have a nice day Mr Albarn-Evans?"
"Definitely," he replied immediately. After a moment he added, "But I think the night will be even better."
She laughed and called him cheesy as fuck. He pouted untill she peppered kisses all over his face. "But I do have a special surprise for you," she teased into the skin of his cheek.
"Oh?" He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Do you now?"
"Yep~," she sang, popping the 'p'. "Bought it specially for tonight."
He put a hand on her knee and started trailing it up her thigh, pressing his face against her neck. "Can I get a peek?" he whispered.
She shivered and bit her lips, but pushed his hand away gently. "Not yet, silly, it's in the overnight bag. Anyway, it's a surprise dear husband."
His heart thumped heavily in his chest as a silly grin spread across his face. "You're such a tease dear wife." He kissed her cheek and squeezed her knee playfully. "But I will wait if I must."
For the rest of the two-hour drive to the hotel they held each other tightly and exchanged little jokes and kisses. Soul's grin kept growing whenever he was able to make her blush, which was pretty often.
The hotel they had booked was rather extravagant, the building was tall and sleek both outside and in. Due to the lack of budget (and insistence on his parent's side) they had booked the honeymoon-suite which was pretty sweet if Soul was being honest with himself.
A bellhop brought their suitcases up to the suite after they checked in. Along with the spacious master bedroom and bed, there was an equally spacious bathroom with two sinks, a power shower and a Jacuzzi sized bath. There was even a decent sized kitchenette in case they decided to spend the entirety of their honeymoon locked in there. They even got a couple of bottles of complimentary champagne.
As soon as the bell-hop was gone, Soul tugged Maka towards the bedroom, wiggling his eye-brows. She giggled and grabbed her overnight bag on the way. When he started to pull her to the bed she reluctantly pulled away and edged to the bathroom.
"Give me a moment," she asked with a smile as she flounced away. In the doorway, she looked over her shoulder and shot him a heated look. "I need to get ready." And with that the door closed.
Soul grinned and sat on the bed. As he waited for his meister-wife-soulmate to leave the bathroom, he pulled off his dress shoes and socks and tossed them into the corner. He contemplated taking off his belt as well, but thought about all the times Maka had been extremely hot pulling it off. While chewing his lip, he decided to keep it on.
It took only a minute for her to emerge from the bathroom. Oh dear Lord.
All she had done was strip and change her underwear and touch up her make-up a little but she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her ash-blonde hair had maintained the ringlets Liz has styled that morning (Maka had murmured earlier that she believed the demon gun had somehow bewitched her hair to stay like that) and the curls seemed to shine, giving her a golden aura. Her green eyes were surrounded by dark lashes and smokey eye shadow. Her lips that shimmered with gloss turned up in a smirk as he gaped.
As much as he liked her hair and her face, his favourite part was the lingerie she was wearing.
It was a green babydoll with spaghetti straps over her slim shoulders that fell to her hips and that was fitted for her bust. Somehow, by some sort of miracle, she had managed to find lingerie that nearly matched her eyes exactly. Under the hem of the babydoll, he caught little peeks of panties in the matching colour.
She padded closer to him and all he could do was gape and stare at the goddess before him. She had always been beautiful, but dear Death. This was his wife and she had bought this for him for their wedding night and he would be able to make love to her for two weeks almost non-stop.
A petite hand tangled in his hair and she smirked down at him. "Would you like to help me take it off?"
He felt a sudden tingle in his nose, the likes of which he hadn't felt since he was fifteen. Blood trickled out of one of his nostrils as he gaped at her. God, she was so gorgeous.
"Oh my god, Soul, are you alright!" she cried out, kneeling before him, lustful expression exchanged for a worried one.
"Uh, yeah," he said, shaking his head to rid himself of the daze. "Sorry, just-" he wiped his nose with the back of his hand and saw the blood "-fuck, haven't had one of these in years."
She rushed into the bathroom to get some tissue paper. Her ass looked far too good on those panties. He followed her, needing to wash the blood off the back of his hand.
"Sorry," he said once his nose had been sorted out and they were sitting back on the bed.
She shook her head and sighed. "No need to apologize."
He took her hand and squeezed. "You're just far too hot I guess."
She snorted and he leaned over to kiss her softly, grinning too much to kiss her properly.
"Now," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. "I think you said something about helping you take off the lingerie?"
She simply straddled his lap and kissed him hard enough to take his breath away.