Just silliness really.

She was going on and on and ON about…fuck you know what, he didn't even know. He's given up a while ago trying to understand this particular rant. He was carefully watching TV while she paced in front of him, making sure that if she checked he was looking at her, and listening for key words like "sex" or "leaving" or "Spirit" 'cause if any of those came up, he was fucked (in a good way or a bad way depending on the circumstances).

"…Are you even listening!?" Oooooh shit. Caught. Her hands were on her hips and she looked a lot like a hedgehog, all prickly and hissing but really just adorable.

"Uuuh. Yeah? Look, why don't you sit down and uh..think…through it some more?"

"YOU WEREN'T EVEN LISTENING!" Code red! Emergency! Abort abort abort!

He lunged off the couch, tackled her, and the pivoted 180 degrees so that they fell right back onto the couch. It was a move he'd been perfecting for months(and had only tackled her to the floor once…that had been really bad and he'd felt like shit afterwards). She was protesting, as he expected, hissing, trying to kick him or punch him, next she'd try and tickle him, evasive maneuvers! Catch her wrists and hold them away from his face, because otherwise she'd try to hit him there too (or pull on his eyebrows).

"YOU'RE FREAKING OUT OVER NOTHING!"

"IT ISN'T NOTHING. IT'S OUR REHEARSAL DINNER!"

"EXACTLY! NOT EVEN OUR WEDDING!"

Maka howled and twisted in his grip, but Soul followed her and they just ended up rolling over on the couch. She was trapped between him and the back of the couch; their legs tangled, her wrists still in his hand, and he had managed to sneak an arm around her waist to make sure she couldn't get away. The TV was still on and talking about some new fruit slicer that was being recalled.

"Give you something else to think about for a while." Soul muttered before he kissed her. His mother had raised him to be a polite boy; he didn't swear at women, he held the door for people, and he would never actually tell Maka to shut up…but there were other ways of doing it. His poor little fiancee had been tearing her hair out, trying to get everything right, trying to do it all herself, trying to make their wedding perfect. She refused his kiss, but he was a patient man, after all he was marrying Maka Albarn.

Soul kissed her lips, the corner of her mouth, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her forehead, and he kept kissing her until she was smiling and wiggling against him. "Soooooul, stop, I'm being mad at you."

"Alright, but can you be mad at me from right there?"

"…Yeah, that can be arranged." She smiled at him and pecked his lips in return.

"Everything is going to be fine. You know that. I know that. And the caterers know that. Kid is going to be thrilled that there are eight people to each table. You know Tsubaki's arrangements for the tables are going to be gorgeous. Liz and Patti are going to go give the seamstress a hard time about why your dress is taking so long tomorrow. And Black Star… Well he's looking forward to playing bartender. Everything is going to fall into place just like it always does."

"You..you really were paying attention." Maka finally relaxed in his arms and let out a deep breath.

"Never said I didn't know what was going on." Because really? It was going to be a big day for him too. He was just a bit better at managing the stress than she was. "We good? You happy being mad at me from right there?"

"I'm being happy at you now."

"Pffft. Nerd."