DISCLAIMER: DONT OWN SOUL
Soul was cleaning. Why was he cleaning well that was easy I was sick. Sick with the cold. Flu to be exact.
"Hey Maka you want to eat something?" Soul asked as he poked his head in the door. I shake my head not really being able to speak. Soul nodded in understanding as he walked in carrying a bowl of soup. Maka smiled at the act of her boyfriend. He always thought to make her food and do other things for her when she was sick or upset.
"Still can't talk?" he asked me. I nodd as he raises the spoon to me. I open my mouth as he spoons it into my mouth. He laughs at my eagerness for the soup.
"Thought you we'rent hungry?" he asked. I stick my tounge out as he smiles and puts the now empty bowl on my night stand. Before I can realize what he's doing his mouth collides with mine in a firery kiss. Our tounges fight for dominance and I cant tell if he's forgot I'm sick or he just doesnt care anymore. Once his hands decide to move under my pyjama pants and cover my underware protecting my more private area I decide he just doesnt care.
"Soul?" I whimper from both the sore throat and his hand rubbing circles between my legs. He laughs as he continues her tourcher.
"Decide pigtails. Just tell me to continue and I'll take you here and now sickness be damned or tell me to stop and I'll just sit here and talk with you like always. Either way though I still love you." he told me. I smiled as I thought of my answer. Carefully I slide his free had under my shirt to cover my breast.
Hours later both of us were sleeping in my small twin bed. Attempting to remain both covered and on the same matress. I try to move but Soul's strong arms are wrapped tight around my stomach. A cough escapes my lips before I can stiffle it. Soul's ruby red eyes flash open and gaze into my forest green eyes.
"You okay?" he asked worriedly. I nodd as I rubb my sore throat with a grimace.
"I dont buy it." he said with a scowl as he reached for the medicine on the desk behind him. Quickly he gave her the red liquid for her to take. With effort he forced the yucky goop down my throat. Days later as I wash the dishes Soul walks gloomily into the kitchen and takes a seat at the table. His skin flushed and his head down in his arms he was indeed sick. I couldnt help the smirk or the laugh that shot through me.
"S'not funny tinytits." Soul groaned before Maka placed a bottle of cough suryp infront of him.
I was cleaning. Why was I cleaning well that was easy Soul was sick. Sick with my cold. My flu to be exact.