Day 7 – Coming of Age

Maka just wants her birthday kiss already.

Maka liked birthday kisses.

That was an undeniable fact that had been established in her teens, when Soul confessed to her on her fifteenth birthday with – right – a kiss. Or two. Or three. Or more than she had counted, actually.

That was also why it was no wonder that Maka especially looked forward to the birthday kisses she'd receive from Soul. And why it was definitely no wonder why she was miffed that now, on her eighteenth birthday, her grand coming of age, she hadn't gotten her birthday kiss yet.

There were two reasons for that.

One was the solo-mission Soul had taken two weeks ago. The mission that should have only lasted a few days, but dragged on for a bit too long. On her birthday morning, there was no Soul in her bed that she could get her kiss from, because he was still sitting on the plane back from Germany. He'd promised that he'd be there, but it would take at least until afternoon.

Maka had played scribble with Blair after waking up and having breakfast, because the cat was actually much smarter than she looked and because birthdays without Soul (or his kisses) weren't exactly what she wanted.

After that, Black Star and Tsubaki, Kid, Liz and Patty had come over and with them her idiot Papa had somehow sneaked his way in and when Soul finally came home (after she had already had to endure an inebriated Black Star and a Patty high on sugar) they still hadn't left. Neither had her father. And somehow, all of them – especially her father – had seemed to have made it their mission to prevent Maka from getting her birthday kiss. Which was the second reason for her non-kiss dilemma.

At first the not so sober Black Star had tripped Soul into a piece of cake that somebody had left standing on the floor and an equally drunk Liz had stated that she wouldn't allow him to kiss the birthday girl if he ended up smearing cake all over her while doing so. While she absolutely didn't care that the birthday girl wanted to kiss him, cake or not.

Soul ended up showering anyway (reluctantly) and at 5 pm, Maka had still not gotten her birthday kiss.

A while later, when she saw the freshly showered Soul, she had been ready to pounce him, but her Papa had beaten her to it, armed with another piece of cake he'd thrown at her boyfriend, cackling madly while shouting that Soul wouldn't be getting his baby girl. Which she wasn't anymore. She was an adult, she could make her own decisions. And right now, those decisions mostly consisted of kissing Soul. She just wanted one little birthday kiss! Was that too much to ask for?

Apparently it was, because after two showers Soul had taken, her father had still somehow managed to keep him away from her and tag-teamed with Black Star – who seemed to be intent on cockblocking even the most innocent actions – they had played the game Keep Maka From Getting Her Birthday Kiss. They had played it for hours – and hours – and hours. And they would have gone on had she not had enough of it at 10 pm and threw all of them out of her and Soul's apartment, because as nice as birthday parties were and as much as she loved her friends, this was her birthday and on her birthday Maka wanted special kisses from Soul.

No later than closing the door and effectively shutting everyone else out, Maka felt hands ghosting up her sides and she turned around to face Soul with a relieved smile. He smiled back, all crooked grin and sharp teeth, the combination that she loved so much, and the next thing she did was lean up and close her lips firmly over his.

Finally.

She pulled him closer when he parted her lips, deepening their kiss. This. This was what the birthday present she had wanted most, the one she had waited too long for. There wasn't much left of her birthday after all, but she planned on filling it all with Soul's kisses.

She buried her face in his chest when they broke apart for air. "Happy birthday, Maka." Yes. Yes, it was. She laughed quietly before she pressed her mouth against his again, this time more insistently, hands clutching his shirt while she tugged his body as close as possible, creating the barest hint of friction between them. Soul groaned into her mouth and brought her even closer to him, kissing her long and hard and longingly. Maka could clearly tell that he had waited for this birthday kiss just as much as her, a knowledge that made her feel so warm and loved inside that it almost took her breath away.

They spent the rest of Maka's birthday kissing, many, many times over and for the rest of the night, she was drunk on happiness and Soul's kisses.

The kisses that really did take her breath away.

Finally, the last chapter. I'm sorry for taking so long with this one, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

Libri