"Soul? Soul! I'm dying here. You freaking space heater. God why do we even bother turning the heat on with you around? Oh for Death's sake wake up before I melt!" He'd encased her with his arms, tangled his legs into hers, and his chest was flush up against her back, there was no escape for Maka. He'd suffered another late growth spurt and now towered over her. With his new status as a Death Scythe his training had increased and he had the muscle to show for it. Normally while Maka found both of these facts quite enjoyable they also meant that he dwarfed her and she could no longer wiggle her way out of his grasp.
She'd tried elbowing him, kicking his shins, hell she'd even resorted to grinding against him but he would not wake up! She was almost completely under the covers with Soul using her as his personal body pillow and the heat was stifling. "Soul I will chop you into next week. I will show Black*Star your baby photos. I will never ever go down on you again. I will sabotage your motorcycle. I will hide all of your hair bands and tell Kid that you want a haircut. I will have Patti redecorate your room. And make you go shopping with Liz." He didn't even snort at her, there was nothing, he was still completely asleep.
In a fit Maka began to twist and kick and bite at the tender skin of his wrist which woke him up with a yelp before they both fell off the bed. Soul was on his back groaning as Maka greedily sucked in the cool air from on top of him. "What the hell Maka?" He growled, he had been perfectly comfortable and enjoying sleeping and then suddenly his girlfriend turned into a hell cat.
"It was too hot." Soul stared at her blankly.
"You're kidding me." She sighed and spread her arms enjoying the fresh air. "Seriously Maka? Coulda just asked me nicely." He grunted. She jabbed his ribs with a bony elbow in retaliation.