Feelings happened and it just…yeah. I dedicate this to my lovely wife, rebornfromash(tumblr)/FrustrationAtItsFinest(FF), who writes amazeballs SoMa that makes my heart and ovaries do backflips so I thought, hey maybe I can do thing as thank you so, yes. Thank you wife, for all the fucking feelings. THANK YOU ALL FOR THE FUCKING FEELS REALLY. The soul eater fandom is full of AMAZING KICKASS WRITERS AND ARTISTS 3

Anywho, I give you thing. I hope you enjoy thing. NSFW!

He was doing it again.

It started happening in late March. On certain nights, Maka noticed how Soul's grip around her waist tightened almost uncomfortably, but she didn't dare mention anything of it, since receiving more warmth from her lover was always a delight in the midst of briskly weather- hell, in general really. Basking midday in peaceful silence, entangled in each other's limbs, became one of her favorite past times.

Normally the added closeness would lull her to sleep almost immediately, but today she was wide awake, perhaps because his heartbeat against her cheek felt like it would break free from the confines of his chest at any given moment. While that would of normally made her very happy, she couldn't help but be a little concerned this time around. Something was off about this heartbeat.

It was skipping, like a broken record.

She carefully chanced a glance at him. The room was dark, save for the dim light emitting from the window. It illuminated the contours of his face, allowing her to make out his somber expression. He was staring lifelessly at the outside, watching rain pour like buckets from the grey sky. A particularly loud ker-plop bounced off the glass, right next to their precious potted plant on the window sill.

Another skip. The grip on her waist tightened even further. She closed her eyes and whispered softly.

"What's wrong?"

He stiffened and his heart sped up shortly after. She gently rubbed his back in attempt to soothe him. When he let out a deep breath, she smiled, but it was short lived once she realized he made no effort to respond to her earlier question, so she tried again.

"Nightmare?"

That's when he glanced back at her. Her eyes were still closed and she was breathing comfortable, soft heat against his chest.

"No," he whispered, smiling slightly as he toyed with the ends of her hair, but then the rain began coming down heavier and in an instant the smile was gone. Thunder sounded in the sky and the grip returned full force.

Her eyes flew open with the sudden change, met with that previous somber expression. Her brow furrowed. What exactly was up with him? She never witnessed him so, protective-like…so on guard. Then it hit was like this specifically on rainy days. Did that mean he..? No, it couldn't be, could it?

"Soul, are you… afraid of storms?"

He froze a second time, but turned to stare directly into his fiancée's eyes, which brimmed over with concern.

"Nah, but I don't like them," he removed one arm from her waist to scratch at the back of his head, a thing he often did when he was nervous about something.

"Are you?"

Oh, so they were playing this game.

"Not at all," she responded smugly, letting out a yawn. "In fact, I kind of like it." Soul frowned at that.

"I figured as much," he offered playfully. She thought she detected a hint of worry in his tone, but quickly dismissed it, seeking a peaceful nap. Silence overcame them again as he directed his gaze back to the window. Soft jazz echoed from the radio on the dresser-top on low volume while the rain continued its assault outside onto the pavement. She let the sounds penetrate her thoughts, and sought out the piano to ease her into dream state. Just when she felt the telltale signs of sleep prick at her mind, Soul's deep voice pulled her back into the world of the awake.

"It was raining when I found you."

Her eyes fluttered open, and complimentary colors collided in an instant. She kept quiet as he spoke.

"It was raining when you almost walked out of my life," his eyed slid downward, ashamed to look at hers with the rest of the words that spilled out of his mouth. "It's like you call the water when you're upset. I know, I know it sounds stupid, but I just…I don't ever want to see you… I'm not afraid of the rain by a longshot, but…" Soul closed his eyes and shut his mouth before he could say anything else that didn't make sense. He could feel her stare on him, but the tension dissipated when he felt the pads of her fingertips caress his cheek.

"What?" She asked softly, her voice a jumbled mix of adoration and worry. He remained silent, so she pushed further. "Tell me."

"I don't like it," He started, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She gasped at the sudden contact, but held him there as he spoke against her skin. "Sometimes when it rains too hard, I-um… I think you'll float away with the storm."

He just wanted her to be happy.

Maka sputtered on her words and then erupted in a giggle fit, much to her husband's dissatisfaction. While she laughed away, he pouted grumpily, convinced he had just made a fool of himself.

"It's not funny, Maka."

She stopped, noticing the hurt in his voice. He must have really been serious. She figured he was, but it was just absurd of him to think that she would just up and leave him. What a worry wart her Soul could be. Like that was ever going to happen.

She lifted his face up from her neck and whispered, "Look at me."

The ever obedient puppy did as he was told. He could never deny this woman anything, not even when they bickered over the stupidest shit in the world. Not with those big green eyes of hers.

"Of course it's not, Soul."

He remembered that look. That tone. It was unreal, almost brought tears to his eyes, but he fought against it, letting a genuine smile of his own come to surface instead. He carded his fingers through her silky, golden hair, as she shone in their dark bedroom. Maka reminded him of honey; she harbored just the right amount of sticky sweetness to keep him yearning for more.

Soul pulled her down for a kiss that sent her reeling. They've been together for a while now, yet these kisses never got old, never failed to evoke this feeling from her. He was reluctant to pull apart, but she needed to speak the words burning at the back of her mind.

"I am happy right here," Maka teased his lower lip, causing him to groan and clamp his arms around her like a vice. "I'm not going anywhere."

In an instant, she was underneath him, looking up into familiar pools of dark red. Soul's eyes were colored with passionate love, eyes that held promises of delightfully wicked things to come.

"Damn right you're not," he murmured huskily into her ear, gently sucking on the skin there, worrying it between his teeth. She made no gasp or sound of pleasure, and he started to think that maybe his choice of wording was wrong.

"Um, I mean if that's what you want-uh- I mean you could-"

A playful bite to the nose quieted him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

"Ah-ah, shut up," she giggled, soothing the previous gesture with a soft peck. "You worry too much for your own good," She sighed. "When you asked me a month ago, didn't I say yes?"

He nodded slowly and swallowed liquid he didn't know had built up during his silence.

"You did."

Good. There was that goofy grin she loved.

"Now," she purred, sneaking her hands underneath his shirt, skimming her nails over the refined muscle there. His response was instantaneous, and the gruff sigh that escaped from his mouth sparked embers deep within in her loins, one only he was capable of causing. "What's this about me being able to call storms?"

"Well-uh," he paused in between words as Maka brushed kisses along his jaw, neck and collarbone, giggling softly when his stubble tickled her skin.

"You kinda do, a-a lot, so I sort of figured you were some…ah…kind of rain goddess or s-something."

All of a sudden, sleepy and innocent were thrown out the window. The daring minx had awoken, and it thoroughly excited him. She ceased her assault, contemplating the sweet compliment with a smirk.

"Goddess?"

Oh no.

He was in serious trouble. That look and that voice, laced with mischief threatened his composure. He'd never seen her sport that mischievous smile before. To say it gave him a hard on, was an understatement. He was almost completely boned, and they hadn't even done anything yet. Damn this woman. Soul watched silently as her eyes drifted lower and lower down his body, stopping at the noticeable tent in his boxers. He fought the urge to jump her bones right then and there.

"I suppose," she gestured with her eyes, never once breaking her smirk, "that is only a sample of what I can do?"

He gulped, hard.

Fuck.

Fuuuuuuck.

"Alright then. For your sake, I am the almighty rain goddess," Maka beamed, secretly fawning over the new title she had earned from him. His eyes lit up when she discarded her top and leaned in closer.

"Wanna know a secret?" she whispered seductively, trailing her tongue along the shell of his ear. He started moving down her neck in response, gently nipping and sucking any bit of her his mouth could reach in this position. She took it as a yes.

"I call upon rain when there is a fire."

She removed her lips from his ear and looked him dead in the eye. His brow quirked, but his crimson eyes remained soft and caring on hers. It made her blush several shades of red. That look was her weakness. She didn't notice how her hands acquired minds of their own, smoothing their undersides deliciously against the contours of his chest. When she bit her bottom lip, Soul nearly lost it.

"And I wonder who starts them."

Damn it all.

He quickly discarded himself of his shirt and attacked her supple lips with passion. His hands roamed all throughout her body, making sure to lovingly caress every bit of creamy skin, aiming to give her the heat she desired. Her varied, pleasured moans directed his hands, his mouth, his everything to places that needed the most tender love and care.

His grandmother was right. Orchids were extremely light-hungry Maka needed him to be the sun, then so be it.

"Show me," he sighed shakily into her mouth, because somewhere down the line, those wonderfully nimble fingers had made quick work of his underwear and began playing with the wiry hairs of his happy trail. But this wasn't about him. It was about the gorgeously hot woman with the ash-blonde hair and green doe eyes, getting the sunlight she very much needed. "Where do I start them, Maka…?"

She nearly melted when Soul trailed hot kisses down the valley between her two perky mounds. In no time, he slid his wet mouth over a rosy peak, sucking and nipping the sensitive erect skin, and with each brush of his tongue, containing her satisfaction became increasingly difficult. Heat pooled in her lower regions as her sex moistened with excitement.

Meanwhile, Soul paid close attention to the soft sounds that escaped Maka's lungs, allured by her mellifluous nature.

"Here?" he whispered, hot air teasing the moisture left behind. She was making noise, but he decided it wasn't loud enough, so he journeyed farther down the creamy expanse of her stomach, stopping when he felt those glazed, mossy eyes on him. Her chest rose and fell quite rapidly with the action, tiny huffs escaping from slightly parted lips. He threw on a sharkish smirk before going predator, swirling his tongue around and inside of her belly button. "Here?" When her voice only slightly rose, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and splayed steamy, open mouthed kisses on the inside of her thighs. He paused to utter the question again when Maka squeaked in approval, muscles tensing with the heat that gathered there. He needed to stop teasing her like that, or the goddess would have to make him pay.

"Hnnn, yes, hah… everywhere…ah- AAAH, DAMNIT SOOUL!" She gasped loudly as his tongue smoothed over her dripping slit, then filed in for more. The fire had been stoked and she was becoming feverish. The louder she cried, the harder the rain fell from the sky down unto the world below.

Perhaps the storms weren't that bad after all, not if he caused them in this way. Her hands desperately gripped at the silk sheets as he eased in closer to her womanhood, joining his fingers in the mix as they coaxed the siren out of hiding, teasing the magic nub above her entrance. These were his orchid's petals, a sanctuary sensitive to touch. They glimmered exquisitely in the dim light with fresh honeyed dew, and he took pride in the fact that he was the only man who possessed a green thumb both gentle and powerful enough to induce these reactions.

"Shit," Maka suddenly hissed, and he ceased his ministrations all together and moved to hover over her delicious mess of a state. He didn't want her to spill just yet, nor himself. All that harmonious music had rendered him painfully hard.

"Such a dirty mouth," he jested huskily, licking his fingers clean. She wanted to slap that shit eating grin off of his face so badly. Why'd he have to stop when she was so damn close?

"You're…one to talk…" Maka fired back, causing Soul's grin to widen. It excited and pissed her off at the same time and oh, he loved teasing her.

She closed her eyes when he moved over her again, hard and hot against her thigh. He grazed her entrance sensuously with his tip, and it sent her temperature soaring.

"No, love," Soul countered, sending shivers down her spine with the tenderness of his voice. "Anything that comes from you is pure."

Damn this bee of a man. He knew just the right words, the right movements to coax the nectar from her true center. She was falling for him all over again, in the confines of his warm embrace.

And those fucking bedroom eyes.

"Finish what you started, please," she whispered, smiling softly up at him. Green allowed itself to be drowned in red as his lips began their slow descend upon hers, while he acquainted himself with a familiar home.

She yelped in surprise when he flipped them over, and he was underneath her now, hissing and writhing in absolute pleasure as she rocked against him.

"This is… hnng… your throne…hah…after all…"

The moment Soul felt himself sheathed fully within Maka was when he started believing she was a legitimate rain goddess because, holy fuck! She was so damn wet; he was becoming liquid heat inside her. With each collision of hips and each breathy cry of gratification that followed, they felt themselves rapidly going up in thick smoke, evaporating with the other's touch while it hailed outside.

"Soul," she moaned as their rhythm sped up, noticing how her name had become a steady mantra on his tongue. Her nails scraped against sensitive scar tissue that ran across his chest, a painful reminder of the day he made her so angry, a storm snapped electric cables above them. Even when she put him in harm's way, he still stood by her, protected her with his life. There was no way in hell Maka could leave this man, not after he saved her life, countless times. She would make him see this. "I…aaah…I'm not going anywhere. You… hear me?" Not after all they've been through. This had to be real.

"I love you…okay?"

"Yes…," He sighed, voice thick and raspy, cracking when he felt her walls clench tighter on him as they rocked against each other in the dark. She leaned down to thread her fingers into his silvery hair.

"Do…do you… love me, Soul?"

This woman would be the death of him, he was sure of it.

"Maka…" Soul felt himself coil tighter and tighter while she neared her breaking point. He could see it building in her eyes, and was certain his next few words would break the dam.

"I don't…love you." Before she could begin to react, she felt a marvelous pressure against her clit, promising release.

"I…I fu-…haaah…I fucking worship you."

That was it. The scale tipped over, and Maka sang his name to the heavens with stars in her vision. He lost himself shortly after, spilling beautifully into her.

They laid in an ungraceful tangle of limbs, trying desperately to regain a normal breathing pattern. After a few moments of comfortable silence, the storm had calmed, and their heartbeats had synchronized. Soul opened one eye to peer out the window, pleasantly surprised that the sun had managed to poke its head through the clouds…

Yet the rain continued. Only this time, it was lighter.

He opened his mouth to comment on it, but when he looked down, Maka was already fast asleep, face buried against his chest. He smiled, softly kissing her forehead before drifting off beside her. The peaceful expression she wore mimicked the weather outside.

His wife to be was the goddess of sun showers. Boy was he a lucky man.

For the rest March into days of April that promised rain, Soul welcomed the weather with a huge grin, perhaps even too eagerly. Maka began to wonder if he was truly being forgetful, or if he started leaving his green umbrella at home on purpose. She warned that he would get sick if he kept it up, but he countered every time that he could never get sick of something so beautiful…even on the days he sat in bed with a bowl of her chicken soup and a box of tissues at his side.