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You like to think that you're immune to the stuff	By : Atargatis Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 4729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was pissed. No, pissed didn’t begin to describe what she was feeling. She was livid… and incensed… and so damn horney. If she was being honest with herself, she’d admit that more than anything she was disappointed. Disappointed with Soul. With herself. Granted, introspection had never been Maka’s strong point, so she settled on livid. It had a nice ring to it.

Exiting the station only made her bad mood worse. The long walk home was tedious enough without the threatening thunderclouds looming above. Death City may be in the middle of the desert, but when it happens to rain it pours.

Ten minutes in into the trek home the rain started coming down in heavy sheets. Head down, pigtails plastered to the sides of her face, she was certain that she looked like a drowned rat. Definitely not brightening her current disposition. Damn Soul for being such a jerk. If he had just maintained the status quo she wouldn’t be walking home alone soaked to the bone. He should have known better – the train rides were sacred. They didn’t touch, and they never ever spoke to each other. If they didn’t interact, it wasn’t real. If it wasn’t real, there wouldn’t be consequences.

“Stupid, stupid, STUPID Soul!”

As if answering her curses, she could make out the faint rumble of the bastard’s bike. It grew louder by the second – the idiot! He knew better than to race in weather like this. It was suicide and just plain dumb. With a roll of the eyes she continued as far as possible before he managed to cut her off.

“Get on the bike.”

Without saying anything, she started walking around the bike at a faster pace only to come to a complete stop at the sensation of his hand around her wrist.

“C’mon, baka,” he said softly. “Walking home in this weather just to make a point is stupid.”

He must have caught the twitch of an eye in response to his comment because he hurried to continue his train of thought.

“It’s the weapon’s job to protect to meister. Please… get on the bike.”

She knew after that it was hopeless; she couldn’t fight him when he said things like that. Resigned to the fact that she would be riding with Soul, she hopped on to the bike and hoped that they would be home soon. Silence hung between them and she had never felt more grateful for her partner’s quiet nature. Sure, he could be a real ass, and he could be immature, but when she needed quiet he was quick to understand. Weary and wet, Maka wanted nothing more than to lock herself into her room. Dry clothes and a good book would help in her newest game plan – Operation: Forget Today Ever Happened was officially a go.

Leaving him to park his bike, she forced herself to climb the stairs towards their apartment. It was slow going, what with her soaked frame and gloomy disposition. Unsurprisingly, Soul caught up to her just as she was opening the door.

It didn’t matter, she told herself, once she made it to the shelter of her room he would have to leave her be. That was the plan (and it was a great plan) until she once again felt his chilled fingers wrap around her wrist. Pulling away only had the opposite effect as he yanked her backwards against his chest.

For the second time in one day Maka found herself shivering within close proximity of the death scythe. This time the line between arousal and dread was damn near nonexistent.

Gently, almost reverently, Soul tugged her by the wrist until her body faced towards his.

“Tch… won’t even make eye contact with me, will ya? We can’t have that.”

Removing his hand from her wrist, his fingers began to make quick work of the buttons on her jacket. Two buttons came undone before she realized what he was doing.

“S-Soul! Stop it. What are you thinking, undressing me like that?!”

She tried to pull away, but again he held her in place. Panicking she swept her arm back to better aim the book that materialized out of thin air.

“Makaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-Ch---“

The book fell to the ground as both of her arms were restrained by his. Gulping, she slowly raised her eyes to meet his. Releasing her, Soul returned her gaze. The eye contact was all it took for the panic to drain from her body.

“Look, Maka,” he started as once again he began to work at her buttons, “we need to talk about this. Whatever this is, it’s not going to go away if we ignore it.”

With a heavy sqwelch her jacket hit the floor. The weapon lowered himself to one knee and began to untie her boots. First one and then the other.

“Soul, you really don’t – “

“Don’t tell me that I don’t have to do this. It’s my job to protect you. I want to. I want to take care of you and I know you well enough to see that you’re upset and freaking out. The way I see it, we should probably talk about it.”

Stepping out of her boots, Maka allowed herself to be lead to the couch that they shared. After Soul grabbed a couple of towels he joined sat down and prodded her shoulder until she grudgingly started to towel off her hair. They sat quietly for what seemed like hours, the only noises to be heard in the room was the soft rustle of towels as they dried themselves. Risking a glance to the right she could see that he was slouched back against the armrest, lazy eyes never once leaving her direction. It seemed that he was waiting for her to speak which was terribly unfortunate since she didn’t feel like there was anything to talk about.

“Soul, I appreciate that you want to fix whatever happened earlier, but I really don’t think that you have to worry. Nothing happened, right? Nothing is wrong so there is nothing to fix.”

Bracing herself to put up a fight she purposely made her eyes meet his and even managed to dredge up a smile. She was prepared to see an angry Soul, or an apathetic Soul. She wasn’t expecting his face to be so soft and open… and handsome. Gah!

“I’m sorry but something did happen today – honestly it’s been happening for awhile now. All the lingering glances and flushed cheeks… you can’t pretend that you haven’t noticed. Hell, I have been your partner for years. We have fought together, lived together, and grown together for too long for you to seriously believe that I’ll let this lie. I know it wasn’t cool today in the train – I respect that it may have been out of line – but I can’t deny what I said then. You have no idea what you do to me. Every glance you send my way makes me happier. Each kind word or encouraging smile touches me in ways you may never know. I’ve felt that way around you for almost as long as we have known each other but lately it’s been different – being around you has felt sexy and exciting and I don’t think that it’s wrong.”

He gently reached out and brushed the very tips of his fingers against her cheek. Maka could feel the heat spread across her cheeks as he continued to speak.

“You need to know that you’re the only person that I would die for. You’re the only one that I want to spend each day with, and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a bookworm or that you’re too smart for your own good. The look that you gave me earlier on the train… when you started to spread your legs…”

Oh yeah, she could feel the flush continue to spread all over her neck and down her chest.

“It was then that I hoped it wasn’t all in my head. The way you looked at me made me think that maybe you want me as much as I want you. Please don’t tell me I made it all up.”

Silence. It ate at her. All of the things that she wanted to say and all of the things that she knew better than to say. How do you tell your partner that you’re terrified to be around him because you’re afraid that one day you’ll give in and love him back? She had known for a while now that Soul’s feelings had grown beyond a platonic friendship – in fact, it was this knowledge that lead her to start teasing him on the train. It wasn’t supposed to lead to anything more than a rush of endorphins and a fun little challenge. The power that she held over him when she would lick her lips or thumb subtly over one of her shirt’s top buttons was addictive.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and made to stand up.

“Maka… Look, I’m sorry I dumped all of this on you. Maybe you were right and there really wasn’t anything going on at all. I, eh… yeah. I’m going to go change. Wet clothes and all. Yeah.”

He made it two steps before her small hand reached out to stop him. She wasn’t able to wrap her fingers around his wrist like he could with her, but her light touch was enough to have him stop in his tracks. Gesturing with her free hand that he should sit back down, she tried to use the time it bought to come up with a new plan. When nothing came to her she decided to go with her instincts and see where it lead.

Before commonsense could stop her, she shifted into Soul’s lap so that they were facing each other. Surprisingly steady hands began to mimic his earlier actions as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She kept her eyes trained down towards her current task so as to avoid his gaze and it wasn’t until she began to slide his shirt over his shoulders that he moved to stop her.

“Soul. Please just let me do this. I need to do this. I want to take care of you too.”

She could see that he was still unsure of her actions, but she continue with her ministrations pulling off his damp undershirt after the button down was removed. Fingers tentatively reached out to trace the muscles and scars that made up his chest. Lightly scratching her nails down from his shoulders, she made a mental note each time he twitched and jumped.

“I’ve been afraid of what these changes might mean. I know that you’re not my papa but that doesn’t change the fact that everything seems to be changing so quickly.”

Locking her eyes with his, she started to undo the buttons on her own shirt as well.

“I don’t know what this will mean for us, but I don’t want you to think that you’ve made anything up. I have seen you as more than a weapon partner for longer than you’ve probably been interested in me… but it’s frightening. I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around you. If I’m not teasing you on the train I’m trying desperately to ignore the fact that you look at me like you want to eat me up.”

The words had flown from her mouth and once they were out she wasn’t sure what else to say. She wasn’t prepared for the confessions or the feelings. Her shirt long forgotten, she leaned forward to bury her face in the crook of his neck so that he couldn’t see the flush that was returning quickly to her cheeks. That simple action brought them flush together – skin on skin.

“I don’t know where we go from here, but I do know that I’m not going anywhere. I trust you enough to know that you’re not going anywhere either.”

His breath was warm on her shoulder and she could feel him smile at her words.

“Cool.”
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