"Still don't understand how a little bookworm like you is the superhero who keeps saving the city." He twirled some of her hair around his finger. They were still lying in bed, naked with the lights from passing cars illuminating the dingy ceiling of Soul's apartment.
Maka had turned up at his doorstep looking worse for wear and in a tight…white…cat suit. Maka, his perfectly normal, tiny, glasses wearing, librarian girlfriend. Soul had been a little shocked when he realized his girlfriend was the city's Angel. Though he could kind of see it, she had a hell of an arm on her. He'd know, she'd hit him over the head enough times with one of her books.
She had darted in, hiding behind him before Soul could even think of a question. "I don't think they followed me. But sorry! Just needed a place to hide. There's this really annoying journalist who won't leave me alone." So Soul closed the door, put the chain back in place, and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. The Angel was still babbling about the latest run in with one of the villains from the Witch League, the journalist Kim Diehl, and how this wasn't how she had wanted to tell him.
"I…I wanted…I had meant to tell you, Soul. Really. I trust you, and I don't like keeping secrets from you! I just…why are you looking at me like that?"
He was still kind of perplexed, because this was the Angel. And the Angel was Maka? Maka as in his girlfriend Maka.
"Where are your glasses?" He finally settled on, trying to find any sense of normalcy or just…the tiny librarian he was in love with. She had laughed, resting her forehead against his chest.
Soul had patched her up, gave her some of his clothing along with the panties she'd lost at his place before, ordered Chinese for them, and sat down to wait for her to stop inhaling lo mein and start explaining what the fuck. Which she had. Which led to the wings. Which led to her topless with her back turned, showing him how she flew. Which led to her naked and under him.
Which led to exactly where they were now.
Maka smiled at him, "and of all the things, you ask where my glasses were first. You really do have a thing for nerds."
"Naw, just kind of have a thing for you." Soul pulled her close until she was practically draped over his chest. He watched her for a minute, she was so small and even though she wasn't really fragile, he'd seen some of the hits she'd taken. "Gonna be the guy who watches you fight and worries that you won't come back home now, Maka." His voice was quite even in the silence of the room.
She traced his chest trying to find what to say. Because there were days where she wasn't sure she'd make it back to him either. "Least…now you know the only reason I wouldn't come back."
"Promise me something?"
Maka craned her neck to look at him, red eyes almost glowing in the dark. "I can't-"
"Promise me you won't ever give up, okay? Cause if you don't give up, well, I'll always get to have you like this." He jostled her affectionately, but she didn't miss how he held her just a little tighter.
"I can promise you that, Soul."