What can I say? secound attempt at writing Lemon, and it came out worse than my first try. *sigh* Maybe I'm just not fit for this. I'm too innocent and childish:(

I wanted to say thank you, QuantamTheory, for sticking around for so long. It means a lot.

And since I'm already at it, Mowen Maximus got it right. There is a twist coming, but it will only happen in a few more chapters. For now I'm only setting things up for the wedding.

Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine

Maka gazed down to her hand for the who knows what time that same night, cuddling with Kid on Beelzebub on their way back to the hotel. Of course, she could fly by herself, but being only just proposed to, he didn't even need to ask why she chose to join him. It was pretty obvious. Her eyes traveled to the small skull on her finger.

The ring. Kid paid a jewel maker to customize it, adding emerald gems in a complex pattern over the gold. "Just like your eyes." He replied softly when she asked him about it. "Yours and mine, emerald and gold."

And it was almost as pretty as his eyes. Almost.

"How will we deal with my papa? He won't accept it, I'm fairly sure." Maka commented worryingly. "I asked him beforehand." Kid calmed her. "He said no, but after a couple of minutes we reached somewhat of an understanding. I told him that you're a reaper… He was mad, but he got the deal pretty fast. Your dad knew me since I was little, he knows I'm stable, and he knows I'm polite. He was plenty satisfied that I actually asked him as it shows respect," Maka smiled as he stated the points that helped him convince her papa, nodding in agreement to each of them. "His strongest argument was the claim that we are too young to get married." He sighed. "Why not? I'll be seventeen in two months and you're almost nineteen. I was already born when my papa reached that age." Kid passed his hand in his hair. "Well, apparently they only got married about a year and a half later, probably because of you." Maka turned quiet. "Then I am..." She whispered. "You're no mistake Maka, mistakes get dropped. You just came a little early. If anything its lucky, we would have all died by Asura's hand if things went any differently."

She stayed silent for a while, just enjoying the moment, the warmth and comfort he gave her. He always seemed to know what to say, what to do and when. She was supposed to be upset, but she wasn't half mad. She blamed that acceptance on him, for he was the one that consoled her.

And now this calming presence of his was hers by right, he gave himself to her as a gift, not showing even the slightest sign of hesitation. For that, as well as his bravery in asking and dealing with everything including her papa, Maka decided her now fiancée deserved some kind of a reward. Specifically the kind that makes him moan.

...

Kid smiled at her. She said yes! His soul did a little dance, his brain malfunctioned and his heart flipped multiple times. He answered her calmly, trying to hide his bliss. He was so high he didn't notice when they entered a sensitive spot. Quickly fixing the damage, he hoped she was still as happy as he was.

~Warning Lemon (shy souls, cut to after the line marks) ~

He opened the door for her, aiming towards the small hotel kitchen to fix dinner when he suddenly felt her pulling him back. He turned around, making it to see a glimpse of her desiring eyes before she locked her lips with his. His hands moved, holding her by the waist. She hummed, hands behind his neck, and started leading to the bedroom.

"Maka..." He whispered, kissing her neck in a way he didn't know he was allowed to, didn't know it was okay. Of course, they had sex before, but only in dreams, never fearing to hurt each other. Maka kissed his head, willing to try something new. He gasped in surprise when she pushed him onto the bed, starting to dismiss his pants and boxers. She liked hearing him make noises, especially the ones he rarely made- it remained her he belonged to her, and that she, out of all women, was the only one to hear those calls. Kid's eyes widened as he realized her intentions. "I don't want to humiliate you." He said slowly, making her raise an eyebrow in amusement. "Shut up, please." She said jokingly as she pulled out his member and gave if a stroke. "You will not humiliate me." He bit his lip, and she was surprised that by this stage he was still worried about her. 'Stupid gentleman.' She thought to herself, giving it a long lick. Kid growled.

Colors flew around as she pulled it into her mouth, sucking gently on the top and passing her fingers near the base. Slowly becoming more confident in the act, he began thrusting into her. She smiled; after all, he deserved it. There was no humiliation in her granting him his prize. He finally moaned, the sound that was hardest to her out of all, growling, humming, pouting. She blinked in surprise when he pulled away, sitting up and placing her on top of him. 'Join you, huh?' She thought. 'I am getting married too after all.' He smiled when she rid herself of her panties and allowed him inside of her. She kissed him as he started to take off her shirt, only separating to throw it away. Jumping up and down, sudden pain shocking her. Feeling her through their souls, he growled again and switched their poses so he was on top. He slowly thrust himself against her, cautious not to hurt her in the process. She was, even if only physically, a virgin, and he knew she was hurt regardless of his efforts.

'Do you think I'm that weak?' She asked him in their half dream. He shook his head and smiled, going faster until he came inside of her. Even then, He was still left unsatisfied by not finishing her off, so instead he focused on completing the task he started. His fingers, long and boney like a skeleton's, traveled inside of her, not pleased until they found the right spot and hit it constantly. It was her turn to moan now. He kissed her chest, starting to lick and tease one nipple while his other hand played with the other. She was done in no time.

Maka's POV

"Hey Maka?" Kid said quietly. I was cuddled on his chest in bed, his arm around me. The smell of hotel soap still lingered on him, and so it did on me. I even made it to change the sheets before we had dinner. "Humm?" I replied, focusing in his face. Long lashes, almost shoulder length black and white hair, golden orbs that were sometimes in more of an amber tone…

"Do you remember our first kiss?" He asked. I smiled, remembering back to eight months ago. Suddenly I realized.

"Happy eight months anniversary angel." He whispered, kissing my forehead. "You and your perfection." I rolled my eyes. It's not that I forgot, it was just that we always celebrated it on the date we started going out officially, which was a few days from now. "You mean me and you." He teased. I giggled. "After all this time of you chasing after me, eventually even kidnapping me, I was the one that kissed you. So respect." Kid grinned. "I asked you if you wanted to kiss me, you just said yes." I hummed in thought of a response. "If it wasn't for me suggesting it you would have never guessed I wanted to." We both quieted, remembering how awkward it was, right after Meister training with fainted Black*Star next to us. "I actually thought you were going to slap me." Kid admitted. "And why would I do that? I was crushing on you for longer then you were." Kid's eyes flickered. "You were?" He asked in confusion. "Yea. I was in denial, though. I think it started somewhere near the first meeting for the assignment, maybe earlier." He looked so stunned by the information; I couldn't help a small giggle. "Well, it was sorta childish, I felt happy to spend time with you, but I didn't really see it this way. It was more of a 'he's cute' or 'That's so smart, funny, hot' moments." Kid finally broke out of his shock. "For this long?" He asked, his eyes filling with love and warmth. "By the time you gave me the ring I thought you were going to kiss me, telling me to close my eyes and all. And after the party, I was so confused because I wanted to run to you but at the same time I didn't. And there was this entire Soul thing as well." I sighed. Kid whistled quietly. "That's a long way back. To think, I thought my mission was to capture you... It was more of a rescue, from your doubts. I bet you never saw yourself doing what we did today..." His tone slowly became deeper, seductive, almost. He gazed at my mouth. I kissed him, getting the hint. "No, but I can see myself doing more than that now."

...

That night I thought of Soul. With everything that happened, the two of us were too happy to go back and morn him. What knocked me out of my bubble eventually was the thought that we needed a best man for the wedding. An image of Soul, in a suit, shooting warning glares at Kid as he accompanied him- suddenly it was shuttered. Soul is dead.

He won't come to my wedding.

The realization was the most painful thing I ever experienced.

Kid looked at me in worry and pain. Our connection in the dream was strong enough to pass him even the slightest disturbance in my mood, and that was definitely not a slight disturbance.

Tears flooded out of my eyes, mixing with his as he hugged me closely and tried to comfort us both. "He's dead." I cried. "He's not coming back Kid." His hold tightened. "He won't be there to get all overly protective like he would." We shivered in pain, both aware of each other's pain. We were two souls, crying and comforting one another.

Because Soul was dead

How absurd