What is up, fam? It's ya girl, E.T. back with the third chapter for ya!
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(Sorry, the black in me came out a bit. lol)
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K.T.
I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!
Chapter Three: You Don't Have To Remember
"What?" Maka searched his face through her daze, for what she wasn't sure, but all she knew in that moment was that she loved the colour of them, his eyes, the exuberance sparking within.
"You have to remember on your own, I can't tell you everything. You were there, tell me what happened." Soul tried to stabilize his breathing, he couldn't lose control or get carried away. He wanted to make her remember for her sake and because he wanted to hear her say it, that they were together, that it wasn't actually some dream he had had. He needed her to reaffirm his sanity because she drove him mad, and the heat radiating from between her legs through his shirt wasn't helping.
"I ... I don't know, I can't remember." She grasped his shoulders to hold herself up, both physically and mentally. She felt that she was losing herself in him, caught in a spell that she didn't want to be released from.
"You can do it, you were there, you just have to think."
"Soul, I can't..."
"Do you remember coming home that night?" He asked, showing a pained expression.
"I ..." She thought back for a moment, trying to focus on forgotten pasts while the feel of this man's hands quivered on her thighs from adrenaline and fear. She breathed deeply as she closed her eyes, her forehead meeting his. She had to try ... for him.
She remembered getting to the insane event, fireworks going off everywhere, alcoholic beverages forced into her hands one after the other, but then things began to skip. Little snippets of music blasting and people dancing only to run outside and throw up on the lawn. She was in a bedroom as Liz fixed her makeup and then it became more and more fuzzy. Maka saw Soul's face as he laughed and felt his hand in hers before vivid chills broke out over her body. They had been outside and, suddenly, she was in the garage playing beer pong, and then on the dance floor with Liz and Patty. She felt someone's gaze on her as she swayed to the music, turning to find what felt like molten lava as it seemed to burn right through her. She continued to dance as she beckoned the unyielding fire to come forth and corrupt her, but it would not succumb to her tempting invitation. Giving into the want and need to be closer to the familiar and warm regard of glowing currant, she made her way through the crowd.
Soul watched as Maka had locked her shamrock away to look through the drunk memory files of her brain, searching for that night's both cruel and merciful happenings. His breath caught as his attention shifted to the lip that she was now biting. He wanted to lean in and capture it for himself once more, a million times more, because he was selfish and she was his guilty pleasure but kept himself in place as not to distract her. He could see in her face that something was coming back to her and that's what mattered.
She remembered the feel of his hand as he reluctantly followed her onto the dance floor and then she began to recall less and less. She had walked for what felt like forever and then had been on his motorcycle, forced to hold on for dear life even though they were going extremely slow. She was carried up the stairs and then there was a kiss, actually, a few kisses. Some things fell over and she remembered hurling her guts out as someone held back her hair, a cold rag resting on the back of her neck. And that was it, everything else was blank. The most vivid memory was the next morning as she awoke wearing one of Soul's gargantuan black t-shirts. She had had a splitting headache and there was a note from him saying he had to go to work and that he hoped she would feel better soon alongside Advil and water. It had been an odd gesture on his part, something she wasn't accustomed to but was grateful for.
She took a slow, deep breath as she opened her eyes, finding his waiting for her fervently. Their gaze simply held and caressed each other for a moment, reveling in the gravity of being the only two in the room.
"Well...?" he asked, his grip tightening on her thighs as his body pushed against hers impatiently.
An airy moan was pulled from her throat, leaving Soul to strain as he kept himself at bay, drawing himself back a bit.
"I ... I remember things here and there, like when I dragged you onto the dance floor, or vaguely the ... the kisses, but the last thing I can recall was throwing up before the next morning." She stated. Soul sighed, half with relief that she had gotten a little out of it, but also with disappointment at the lack of the important conversations that had transpired. At least her shattered puzzle pieces came into alignment with his, which meant it had actually happened. Because of her inhibited behavior, Soul had asked several of their friends who'd been at the party of what they had seen, but unfortunately, no one could confirm the occurrences from the point they had left. He certainly had been sober that night, knowing he had to drive his baby home, and was lucky for having done so as he ended up going back with Maka in tow.
He couldn't remember when it started, these feelings he now had for her, but they were smashed over his head with a brick that Fourth of July night.
They had met a few years ago through mutual friends, namely Kidd and Liz, after they had become a couple. Needless to say, he and Maka had never really gotten along. She claimed to think he was a flirt like her old man and didn't want anything to do with him, and he voiced his opinions of her bookworm demeanor and tiny tits. If their best friends hadn't stayed together, they would have never hung out. Over time they came to tolerate one another, becoming accustomed to bickering and light teasing, the occasional sinister glances filled with hatred. And this, somehow or another, led them to become roommates, because, hey, they could endure their mutual dislike as long as the rent got paid and they didn't have to deal with each other's shit.
Maybe he had just been ignoring it or feigning ignorance all this time, maybe deep down he knew, but couldn't admit it to himself, or maybe ... he was scared of her rejection. All plausible and logical reasons to keep these feelings at bay for so long, but thanks to a whole lot of liquid courage on Maka's part, her true and honest longings for him were brought into light that one night. It aided in him taking that crucial step forward, it was the push that he needed.
Soul then wrapped his left arm down under her, right where her thighs and butt cheeks met, and his right around her waist, to bring her with him over to the couch. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly sat them down, her straddling him, making her blush bright red.
"Well..." Soul began, holding the retreating beauty in place. "I know this all doesn't really make sense, seeing as we're supposed to hate each other," Maka giggled at his statement. If only he knew how long that particular 'supposed to' had actually lasted on her part. "but ... let me ask you while you're sober." Hooking his right index finger under her chin and lifting it to lose himself in the pools of her terrifyingly absorbent moss, he took a deep breath before continuing.
"Maka 'tiny-tits' Albarn, would you consider being my girlfriend?" The question had Maka's eyes widening and her mouth gaping open.
"Your wh-what?"
"Girlfriend." He stated firmly.
"Was that the thing I was missing?" Maka asked nervously. Soul smirked and nodded as his hand caressed her cheek. "You're serious?" She pulled back to stand up, finding it difficult as Soul pulled her back to him, not willing to let up on his hold on her back. He was scared that she might try and shy away from him; that she would subtract herself from the whole thing.
"Is that a no?" He was using his insanely good looks to distract her, to lure her in faster. His hook was baited, and she had already bitten down on it hard, being reeled in quickly.
"No! I mean, ... Wait, I don't know, it's just a lot to take in, and I wasn't prepared for this."
"Maka." He poked her now scalding cheek, grabbing her attention. "How about we ... take it for a test drive?" He reached up and gently released her hair from it's ponytail, leaving her shiny, wavy tresses to fall from its restraint.
"T-test drive?" she stuttered out, now severely aware of their position.
"I mean, you may not remember, but I do. I know how you really feel towards me." A sly and painfully attractive grin crawled along his features as his grip on her back drew circles to emphasize his point.
"Oh? A-and how do I feel about you, Soul 'asshole' Evans?" Soul, biting his lip at an attempt not to laugh, leisurely pushed his right hand through her hair, cradling the back of her head.
"You, my dear, are practically in love with me." He stated, bringing their lips closer and closer together until Maka's hand came up to block the meeting. Their eyes locked for what felt like the millionth time that night. He silently swore he could never get tired of the colour of her brilliance.
"And what about you?" She asked. "How do you feel about lil ol' me?" She searched for a falter, a sign, anything that would tell her that he didn't feel the same, but only found loving fondness as the hand on her back came up to grab the hand blocking his prey.
"Me? Well," he chuckled lightly. "I'm helplessly in love with you," he stated with confidence before crashing his lips upon hers, his right appendage fisting in her hair as he held her to him. The kiss was heated for only a moment as they both felt electricity shoot through them, but they refused to pull apart. It was so intense, so full of emotion and pent up yearning, that they both found themselves utterly breathless in mere seconds. He began again slowly as she met every subtle advance he made. Both of her hands had made their way to hold either side of his face, his left arm dropping back down to support her by the waist so she couldn't fall back or run away.
Soul found himself licking her bottom lip, silently requesting for her permission to accost the inner walls of her mouth. He felt her open slightly, allowing entry. He let himself fall further in complete awe as his tongue roamed her inside. As he pulled away, he slowly and seductively sucked on her bottom lip, which had her producing a moan. He drew back and ran his eyes over her heatedly.
"So? Willing to give this a go?" he asked.
Maka examined him for a moment, her father popping into her mind's eye.
"Maka?"
She shook her head, ridding herself of all of the negative thoughts about her papa, not letting her hatred for him cloud her judgment of Soul. Redirecting her gaze to meet fiery lava, she answered,
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
Complete and utter joy flared within Soul's chest, resulting in him lifting Maka up from under the arms as he stood. He couldn't contain the enormous smile as it spread over his face.
"Yes?!"
Maka laughed and squealed as Soul began to spin her around, bringing her back to hug her closely.
"Yes! You said yes!" He sat her down. "You can't take it back or not remember this time." He pointed at her sternly, earning him a shy nod. Soul leaned down and captured her lips again in his excitement, pressing his forehead to hers tenderly.
"It doesn't matter that you couldn't remember the Fourth of July, just don't forget this."
So? What'd y'all think? Let me know your thoughts!
I have decided that my upcoming story will be an Inuyasha fanfic and am working on it vigorously! So, I hope you all will take a look when I upload it, though it'll be a bit until it'll be fanfic ready.
I thank you all again for your continued respect and support and will try to update soon! Stay on the look out for more of my works, as I have a bunch that I am preparing for you!
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K.T.
