Partners
Tremble
If anything could make the brave and headstrong Maka Albarn tremble, it was under the feathery brushes of Soul Eater's fingers against her skin. He could hold her hand or reach out and push her forward on any regular day at school or on their missions and she would be fine. She would even turn around and smash a book into his head for being too rough or for saying stupid things whilst doing so, but when his fingers traced lines down her arms or when his breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck, Maka had to do everything in her power to keep her knees from giving way.
When they were alone in their apartment after a long day of classes, the atmosphere changed, and the little gestures became far too large for her to ignore. When they were younger, she didn't like it very much when he would sneak up on her or sit too close to her on the couch. These days, she liked the contact. In fact, she yearned for it.
They'd both grown a lot over the years and it wasn't like it wasn't noticeable. Her chest had gotten a little bigger and her ankles weren't as fat either. She was also quite proud to say that she looked better in dresses too. Soul had become a lot more handsome, grew taller, fit in his clothes a little better, and his face had been stripped of all baby fat to make him look a lot more mature. Also, let's face it, she was a woman and he was a man, and even though she'd been raised to despise men, she had also grown up around the most trust worthy man she'd ever met. He was the only person who got under her skin in both a good and bad way.
He was the only person she knew that was able to make her give in and melt into a puddle.
Despite the fact that it scared her, she let herself fall and get swept away by his dashing looks and charming attitude that only made itself known when they were alone. He seemed to catch on since he knew her better than anyone else after all this time. He could always see what was behind the mask and she swore that he did what he did only to tease her. His actions toward her gradually began to become more intimate and up close and personal. He sat closer to her, put his arm around her shoulders even during class, held her hand outside of assignments and when they were alone in their apartment, he teased her by whispering dirty things into her ears that were just too shocking for her to even think about reaching for a book to hit him with.
And then there were those long strong fingers of his that made themselves busy by dancing across ivory keys when she wasn't looking. Her skin felt hot and her body trembled when he dragged them across her shoulders and down her arms or the small of her back. She would become numb and fall into him and let him do whatever he pleased. She only let this happen because she had complete faith in the Scythe and knew him better than anyone else. She trusted him more than she trusted her own judgment. She loved him more than she loved her books. She longed for him to touch her and she craved the trembling and breathless feeling he always seemed to give her.
They were able to share their feelings in quiet gestures and silent smiles from across the hall. They didn't need to verbally put into words how much they trusted and loved each other. As long as they were able to pull each other close and tell each other these things between heated kisses and hushed whispers, nothing really needed to be said. They knew. That's all that mattered.
gomen! I didn't mean to make such a long absence but I was going through personal issues and had a trip to coloardo for a few weeks
I promise that I haven't completely disappeared!