Fem!Soma ahead! Cause I absolutely adore fem!Soul.
Soul wasn't even in her dress yet. She was still doing her make up (having already done Maka's) and letting the lotion she'd just put on sink into her skin more before she put her tights on. Maka was lounging on their bed, already dressed, shoes by the door and ready to go. And her date for the god damn dance was still in her underwear and applying yet another powder to her face!
"Soooooooulie!"
"Don't call me that."
"We're going to be late!"
"Fashionably so. I hate being the first to a party." She inspected something in the mirror and then nodded to herself. "I'm almost done, just have to do my eyes."
"That always takes you the longest!" Maka knew she was whining, but she hated being late! She couldn't even read her book, because then she'd get really into that and Soul wouldn't even bother to remind her about the party, instead opting to watch TV all done up for a night out.
"Hush you, I'd be done by now but someone kept giggling every time I tried to do her eyeliner." She patted some sort of shimmery cream on her eyelids and then Maka had no idea what she did actually. The way her weapon used make up was so foreign to her, she'd do one thing and then suddenly her eyes were heavy and dark and such a perfect contrast to the rest of her face! Sort of like how they were now, perfect dark, lazy bedroom eyes. Effortless. Maka had no clue what had changed but wow.
"Swear to god, those brushes have been spelled by witched to do that."
"Do what?" Soul asked without looking at her, focusing on her own eyeliner.
"That dark…smokey bedroom thing!" Maka pouted, how come Soul had magic make up and she didn't?
Soul flicked the end of brush, finishing off a perfect cat's eye, and giggled at her meister. "They aren't spelled. You're just so artistically impaired that you can't even do make up. Grab my dress? I just need to put mascara on and then I can get dressed." Maka shot her a glare in the mirror's reflection and Soul just grinned. "Maka. All I did was highlight the inner corners of my eyes and then used a darker shadow on the outside corners for contrast. I'll teach you sometime, it's super easy."
"Yeah, you said that about cheek stain too." It had taken a week to fade and for her to stop looking like a blushing school girl.
Soul laughed, absolutely unable to contain herself, "god that was priceless! You looked like you were blushing at everything everyone said!"
"You're the worst!" Maka tossed the black opaque tights Soul was planning on wearing with her dress at her. But they were so light they just fluttered into her lap. She stood holding the hanger with the Soul's dress on it awkwardly while Soul rolled the tights on. The dress was still covered by a dark plastic bag from the store to keep it clean; Maka didn't even know what it looked like.
"Kay, close your eyes."
"Soul, you're being silly."
"Indulge me?"
Maka rolled her eyes, making sure that her girlfriend saw, and then closed them. "I always indulge you. It's a bad habit." She could hear the plastic crinkling, then fabric rustling, and then a zipper.
"Damn…I can't get it. Gonna need you to finish zipping me up."
"Does that mean I can open my eyes?"
"I mean, if you have to." Even though Maka couldn't see Soul, she could hear the smile in her voice. She opened her eyes slowly, Soul had her back to her, the…red…redredred dress only zipped up the to small of her back. Her hair was pulled over her shoulder to keep it from getting caught in the zipper. Maka licked her lips, her mouth suddenly really dry. What a color. Even from the back she could tell that it was going to be a perfect fit around Soul's trim waist, but the skirt flared out, accenting her hips and the solid black of her legs.
She zipped the dress up and brushed Soul's hair from over her shoulder, the silver was a perfect contrast to the red. "Oh wow."
"Ta da?" Soul twirled for her, the skirt lifting as she spun, "wait wait, let me get the heels!" They were just a pair of plain black heels, but they completed the look perfectly. Her legs were perfect curves of black right up to the red redredredof her dress that matched her eyes. Her hair was loose, just barely curled, and her eyes were smokey. "So? Worth the wait?"
Maka was torn between feeling woefully inadequate and completely turned on. How could she ever stand next to Soul with her grace and poise and (not so) effortless beauty? She was in a plain red dress for Death's sake and black tights! But she looked like she belonged at a fashion show! Her own dress felt cheap and childish with its sequined bodice and fouffy skirt. Soul had called her a glass of champagne, but now she wasn't even sure she was a sparkling cider.
"Y-yeah. It even matches your eyes. You look beautiful." She meant it too. Soul was always beautiful to her.
"You do too. We're gonna knock 'em all dead." She pressed a quick kiss to her lips (again, Maka swore Soul was using magic make up because the color didn't smear across their lips) and with that her fears vanished. If Soul thought she was beautiful and champagne then she was. Maka hadn't ever doubted her partner and she wasn't about to start now.