A Maka for All Seasons
By DarkAngel
Disclaimer: Atsushi Ohkubo owns it. I don't.
[32. Passion, 42. Addicted & 29. Shiver]
"You know, if you keep reading in the dark like that, your eyes are going to go bad." The voice is warm in Maka Albarn's ear, and sends a shiver up her spine. She feels a pair of arms slip around her shoulders from behind. Moving her head away from his mouth, which is trailing warm kisses down her jawline, she wonders why he always seems to crave her attention right when she's in the middle of a good book.
"It's not dark," Maka says, batting at the vicinity of his head. There's plenty of sunlight pouring through the window, after all. He just laughs and moves back, though his arms stay around her. She glares. "Don't you have anything better to do than bother me while I'm reading?"
His grip tightens and he leans in to whisper against her ear, "That's why I'm here right now." His teeth scrape against the shell of her ear and she does her best to suppress the groan that's trying to make its way out of her throat. Putting the book down on the table in front of her, she attempts to squirm out of Soul's grip.
"Come on, Soul. Why do you always do this to me when I'm reading?"
Soul chuckles at that. "Come on, Maka. When are you not reading?" He presses his lips to the back of her neck. She shivers violently when she feels his tongue following a line from the base of her neck to just below her hairline. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were addicted to books." His voice is teasing, tickling the hairs near her ear.
"S-Soul." Damn it, it's hard to think when he's doing these... things to her. Maka flushes. She never imagined, when they became romantically involved, that he would be so tactile. He'd once admitted to her that he'd been afraid to come close to people; to touch them, and let himself be touched. But you changed that, Maka.
"What were you reading anyway?" Soul murmurs, a hand moving to tug at the neck of her shirt so he can get better access to her shoulder. He laps at the skin there, letting his teeth scrape against the skin. Maka gasps, her hands shooting out to clutch the edge of the table. She breathes deeply, trying to combat the dizziness that's overtaking her. She can feel a warmth starting in her belly and rising up to settle heavily, languorously, against her chest. Her partner chuckles, moving back from her. He comes around the chair to face her, on his knees. Through the part of her mind that isn't clouded over, she notes that even up on his knees, he comes up to her shoulder. Just when did he get so tall?
"I love how you react when I touch you," he growls, his voice low and husky, scraping against her nerve endings. "Do you have any idea how hot that makes me?" He grabs one of her hands and guides it between his legs, pressing up against her for emphasis. She flushes an even deeper shade of red and looks away, biting at her lip to keep the moan back.
"Maka." His voice is liquid silver down her spine, melting her slowly until she can't discern where she starts and the chair ends; what parts of her are hers, and what parts are Soul's. "Maka, look at me." He takes her face in his hands. She opens her eyes and comes face to face with molten garnet. Instantly her whole body heats up. The strange feeling that's been coiling in her belly flares, and when their lips crash against each other's, she knows she's lost. And to think, she'd been planning on spending a quiet afternoon reading...
As Soul picks her up, Maka glances back at the book, now forgotten on the kitchen table. When it comes to choosing that book and the boy carrying her away, she knows that there is always only one choice in the end. She can't get enough of him; she's as good as addicted. She wraps her arms around him, threading her fingers through his hair as he moves in to kiss her again.
She wouldn't have it any other way.
Author's Notes: I wanted to write something smutty, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. This is probably the closest I'll get for a really long time. Anyway...
Hope you enjoyed.