Soul hated that fan. It was old and plastic which made it noisy and loud, and Maka insisted on keeping it on tonight, because she was burning up in the summer heat. All the while he was freezing his ass off with the AC blasting mixed with that goddamn fan.
He stared - no, no, glared - at it, thinking of all the various ways he could put an end to it. There was the simple, Turning-It-Off-And-Unplugging-It, the less subtle Throwing-It-Out-The-Window, or, his personal favourite; Turning-His-Arm-Into-A-Scythe-Blade-And-Slicing-It-Into-Itty-Bitty-Tiny-Barely-Even-Recognisable-As-A-Fan-Pieces.
The sound of a door opening pulled his gaze away, and the sight he saw cleared his head of all thoughts involving the piece of plastic machinery. Maka had just gotten out of the shower, and was just wearing a pink cami and simple paisley patterned panties - the kind one can get in a pack of 5 at your local walmart.
Her freshly blow-dried hair framed her natural makeupless face, and fell onto her bare shoulders. The light pink cami went well with her pale skin, and it hugged her torso, allowing him to admire the way her waist dips inward, before her hips begin. The toned muscles in her legs created visible dents and curves, even when she just stood there.
She started over towards the bed, walking daintily, on the balls of her feet. She crawled into bed, on top of the comforter that Soul was burrowed in. She leaned down for a chaste kiss, and rolled onto her side with a shirt and simple "g'night."
He stared at the pink and ash blonde in front of his eyes, and reached a hand out of his safe haven of warmth to comb his fingers through her hair. She remained with her back to him, so he inched himself forward and placed a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. There wasn't much of a reaction from her, but he caught the slightest shift in her soul wavelength. He trailed light kisses up her back, to her neck, and over to her shoulder. He pulled his whole arm out into the cold air and reached over her to grab her hand.
"Yes?" Maka turned her head to look at him as he loomed over her.
"I wanted to say good night properly."
"I'm sorry, what's the proper procedure for this particular night time salutation?"
"I" He pressed a quick peck to her lips, "will show you."
He leaned down to meet her lips in a much longer kiss than the two pecks they had just shared. Their hands parted and his arm snaked around her stomach, until he had his hand on her far hip. She rolled over onto her back and wrapped her arms around his neck. His thumbs dug into her hips, and he moaned into the kiss as she took his bottom lip in between her teeth.
Their breaths and moans mingled together creating a chorus of sound, and Soul realised he did not want to stop "saying good night."
It seemed like Maka felt the same way, as her hands moved from Soul's shoulders up to his hair to bring him closer to her and farther into the kiss.
"I missed you." He spoke into the kiss.
"Mmhmm" she hummed, not wanting to break contact with him.
"Maka," He said, caught between not wanting to break the kiss, and wanting to talk to her.
She pulled away slowly, resting her forehead on his with their noses touching.
"Are you too tired from the plane ride? Too tired for…"
She sat up and cupped his cheeks to look him in the eye. Those hooded green eyes of hers held fire and passion, and he knew her answer right then.
She answered him further by pressing her lips to his and running her hands through tufts of white hair.
He pulled away from the kiss, much to her dismay, and looked at her eyes that showed surprise and confusion.
"But first," she cocked an eyebrow, and he felt a hint of a blush crawl up his cheeks as he continued on sheepishly. "Can we turn off that goddamn fan? It's freezing in here."
In response he got a pillow to his face. Maka followed that up with a pillow thrown at said goddamn fan, and then continued where they left off.