Rabbit Holes

They're running late but falling through a rabbit hole doesn't seem to be the fastest means of travel.

"Follow me. We're late."

"Since when are you on time!?"

"Since when are you not early?"

His hand was warm even through her glove. She was still fascinated by his ears, but he's swatted her hands away each time she'd tried to touch them. "Wait, but, where am I even late to?"

"Let's not waste time now." He threaded their fingers together as he pulled her along. She could feel the long ribbon of her bow against the backs of her knees as she tried to keep pace. Maka resigned herself to watching the way his ears bounced with each step. The hands in the pocket watch he kept glancing at were oddly curved and didn't even point at times possible on a clock.

"But wait—" She wasn't sure what to call him.

He paused, turned and scooped her up into his arms, her blue dress folded messily in her lap as his arms supported her shoulders and under her knees. He bound through a door and then they were weightlessly falling down a rabbit hole lined with millions of books.

Maka found that she wasn't scared; she was in fact quite content, if only she could just reach up to feel his ears. He was quite focused on their descent and with his hands otherwise occupied holding her, he couldn't swat her away. They were soft, almost like velvet but warmer under her fingers when she ran her fingers to the tips.

His shoulders hunched in and his grip grew tight, she felt the rumble from his chest more than she heard it. "If you insist on doing that again, we will be quite late to our engagement." His breath was hot on her throat.

"I still don't even know where we're going or what engagement we're late to, so it may be in my interests to indeed insist on doing that again." She watched him, amused when he met her eyes. They were such a deep red, she was reminded of holding up a glass of red wine to a light and watching how it filtered through in some areas as a luminous ruby, while others remained shadowy and bottomless. She blinked, but before she could either caress his ears again, or he could kiss her, they landed with a jolt.

Maka woke gasping, tangled in the sheets and on the floor with Soul looking at her curiously from the side of the bed. "Why don't you have rabbit ears?" She blurted out before she could stop herself. He blinked at her wondering if she'd finally lost it.

"Get back in bed, Maka. It's cold without you." Soul sighed before flopping back down on his pillow.