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Post by belated valentine on Oct 20, 2011 11:40:38 GMT -5
Maka squeaked when he reached a hand around to grab her. She felt a sudden wave of fear wash over his soul. “I-I’m alright!” she replied, relaxing when he placed his other hand back on the bike. The last thing they needed was him driving seventy-five miles an hour with one hand. Dying in a bike accident was complete poo compared to the many other things that could have killed them, like Kishin. Running her hand down his forearm, she laughed. “Relax, it’s alright. You don’t need to worry so much about me,” she replied, lifting her head up. Because the back seat was more elevated than the front, she was able to lean her head on his shoulder and look out in front of them. His white hair tickled her nose, threatening to make her sneeze. Her nose scrunched up and, in attempt to rid herself of the suddenly much needed release, she rubbed it into his shoulder. It was too late though, and before she knew it, she had squeaked out a sneeze into his shoulder, sniffling. “S-Sorry,” she piped up.
“WHAT? Ugh, Soul. You’re a pervert!” she replied, smacking the back of his head again. Rolling her eyes, she moved her head a bit, angling away from the wind as a bright yellow sports car zoomed by. She was a bit surprised by his next statement, but a smile grazed her lips nonetheless. “Pfft, you’d really want to live with me for that long? Don’t you think you’d get tired of me eventually?” she joked, though part of her was actually serious about it. Either way, it made her feel better. Soul was a great friend, he really was. Despite his sarcastic, cool-guy attitude, he wasn’t actually a jerk. Maybe he said stupid things that pissed her off and did things that annoyed her – she was pretty sure she had things that annoyed him too – but in the end, he was always loyal and a generally nice guy. At least to her. Maybe he had a certain soft spot for her since she was his meister, but Maka didn’t really care. If that meant she could see more of him than anyone else, that was fine with her. Actually, that was more than fine. She could still remember the first weeks of their partnership. They had both been rather reserved, speaking nowhere near as often as they did currently. When they did, it had usually been about generic things like weather and the next mission or who would cook that night.
They’d come a long way, she realized, and it felt great.
Kid continued to brush her hair, making sure that he supported the strands with his fingers before he let the brush run through them, therefore reducing any pain that may have come along with it. There were a few tangles in it that he had to work out, but he did so gently, making sure that he didn’t hurt her. Considering the fact that she’d just woken up, it didn’t surprise him that there were imperfections in his hair. It was the reason why he wasn’t completely stressed over the whole ordeal. His hair got the same way, but he usually managed to fix it before he broke a blood vessel or had an aneurysm. Her hair wasn’t that bad anyway and straightened out fairly easily. Of course, Liz would have perfect hair. He smirked. It was so much like her to. As much as she chastised him about his OCD qualities, she was a bit of a perfectionist herself – at least when it came to the way that she looked. She treated herself right, kept her hair clean and her nails manicured. It was kind of cute, actually.
He was a bit surprised to find that she knew his measurements perfectly. It wasn’t like he’d ever shared that with her because, for one, he didn’t enjoy people buying clothing for him, and second, it had never been a topic that had to be brought up. For some reason though, he wasn’t that turned off by the idea of her buying him something to wear. It was only a shirt, but even so, Kid never allowed for such things. He only wore what he deemed to be alright. He wondered why he didn’t feel that way right now, knowing that someone else would be purchasing something for him. He just nodded. “Oh, alright,” he replied. “I guess that’s alright then. Just make sure it fits my tastes, please.”
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Post by Fateful on Oct 20, 2011 16:43:57 GMT -5
Soul was sure that he was driving properly, and sighed. Maka was such a pain sometimes. Seriously, she scared him and he thought she was going to fall off his bike. At the speed they were going, she'd have died. Now he was focused on the road and conscious of her movements. He couldn't live with himself if something happened to Maka. "I do have to worry about you Maka, it's like my job. I'm your weapon. I'm here to defend you, remember?" He asked, grinning back at her. It sounded stupid and illogical. His job wasn't to protect Maka. But that's what he wanted, and he was good at it.
"Yeah yeah, I'ma pervert." He moved his head when she hit him to lessen the blow. He didn't want to get hurt, but he also didn't want to serve or anything. That, and she didn't hit him that hard anyway. "I could never get tired of you Maka. You always have something new and exciting on your mind and you're easy to live with. The two of us get along well and we work together coolly. We just fit, you know?" He asked, knowing that she knew what he meant. "Besides, you'd forget to eat without me." Maka didn't cook all that much recently, so it would be interesting to see her try that again.
Liz relaxed as Kid ran the brush through her hair. She almost wished she could lean back against him, but that would make him brushing her hair harder. "Thank you Kid." SHe was glad that her meister was willing to do something so simply but sweet for her. Kid loved to fix things, but she'd never seen him brush anyones hair before. And she liked that he was doing it for her. "I know what your tastes are, I won't do something stupid like get you something tacky. Unless I wanted you to look horrible compared to me." She teased, laughing.
"I can just picture buying you a mustard yellow shirt with one pocket, and making you wear it." She teased, looking over her shoulder at him, a smile on her lips. "Imagine it." Okay, so she was pushing him needlessly, but she could tease and mess with him. Normally he was okay with that sort of thing, even if this was about symmetry and clothes. "I was thinking about getting a blue dress..." She mused, liking the way the color looked on her.
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 20, 2011 19:49:17 GMT -5
Maka laced her fingers together at the base of his waist and smiled lightly. “Yeah, I know. You’re good at what you do, Soul. The best weapon ever…” she trailed on, a light laugh escaping her lips. She rested her cheek against his back again, enjoying the way his deep voice vibrated throughout his entire body. It was comforting. “Even if some of the stuff you do scares me to no end.” For example, the incident in the church when he’d thrown his body in front of hers, taking the blow from Chrona. He’d jumped in front of her without a second thought, in less time than she’d had to even blink. She owed so much to him. How was she ever supposed to repay him? There wasn’t anything she could give to him that would equal what he’d done that day.
He really was selfless, although he didn’t appear so. He messed around, tugged and pulled, but at the end of the day, he always gave more and more.
She laughed then, shaking her head. “We’d fit even better if I didn’t have to keep reminding you to keep your underwear off the bathroom floor,” she replied, jabbing his side lightly. “And I only forgot to eat because I was studying for exams that week. But I didn’t go hungry did I? You made me something to eat every night. You made my favorites even though you complained that I was supposed to cook.” There was a certain smugness in her voice as she spoke, wanting to embarrass him.
Kid nodded in response. “You’re welcome,” he replied, using the brush to gently brush out the tangles at the ends of her hair. He chuckled then. “You wouldn’t dare make me look horrible. There’s no way I’d step out of the hotel looking like a mess. Of course, you already know that once you bring me something back, I’ll try it on and make sure it works with the rest of the clothing I’ve prepared.” Wow, he hadn’t realized just how girl-y that sounded until he’d said it. Maybe Soul and Black Star were right and he shouldn’t say things that may jeopardize a woman being interested in him, such as thinking that he was gay. And he wasn’t. So what if he liked to look nice?
He shivered and looked back at him. “M-Mustard?” The thought itself scared him. Mustard was a color that was never meant to have even been born, nonetheless worn by someone. It was a disgusting color that reminded him of vomit, alcohol induced vomit. “If you bring me a mustard yellow shirt with one pocket, you might as well punch me and knock me out because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t wake up for a few days regardless.” He didn’t mention the fact that he’d probably get a nosebleed bad enough to drain his entire body of blood. He knew that she was joking though, which was the reason why he hadn’t freaked out and jumped out of his chair, shouting things at her. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “I agree with the blue however, you do look wonderful in that color. It makes your eyes appear more vivd.”
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Post by Fateful on Oct 20, 2011 20:26:56 GMT -5
"Scaring you keeps this relationship interesting." He teased, laughing slightly as he got into the fast lane so he could move around a minivan full of kids and a neurotic mother. He smirked, seeing the panicked look in the woman's eyes in his mirror at the sight of his bike coming passed her. She was easily freaked out, and that somehow amused Soul. Don't drive on the highway if you're easily scared, you know?
Soul then started to laugh. "Oh come on, Maka! Seriously you know that I don't always leave them on the floor. I usually put them in the hamper. I only leave them on the floor so you'll stop reading and start doing some laundry." he was teasing her, of course, but still it was fun to mess around with her about her domestic skills. She wasn't always perfect and she forgot things a lot. It made Soul smile. She was human and she was flawed. He loved that about her. Yeah, it was strange, but he admired her human nature and forgetfulness. His favorite part was how she blushed and how she puffed out her cheeks.
"Yeah, I'm a badass cook." He teased, shrugging his shoulders. And he meant it. Maka wasn't as good of a cook as Soul, but he was just confident.
Liz shook her head, laughing. "I would never make you look bad. Not to mention, it's really hard for you to look bad." She said, standing up and turning to face him. Kid dressed well and always looked good. It sounded stupid, but he looked like a prince. In a strange sense, Kid was. He was the son of Death, and one of two shinigami in the entire world. He was the boy king. Okay, so she was slightly romanticizing him, but... wow! What? What the hell was she thinking?
Punch him because he'd K.O? Liz started laughing, resting her head on his shoulder and shaking her long blonde hair. Now that her hair was brushed, she wanted to face him. "I'd never do something that tacky. Besides, you look nice in blue. I know you don't wear colors often, but I like it when you do. It highlights your eyes." Fingers moved some of his his bangs from his eyes and she smiled. A blush ravaged her face suddenly and she looked down. "Thank you. I like the way I look in blue too. It looks good with my hair." She ran her fingers through her hair, twisting the strands around her fingers and curling them. "I'm glad that you like it. I'll try to find a shade that looks good on you."
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 21, 2011 20:23:19 GMT -5
Maka pouted. “Well, you could always do the laundry too,” she replied smugly. “You never do your chores on time either…actually, I have to remind you most of the time. Soul, wipe down the table. Soul, put the dishes up. Soul, fold the laundry,” she rambled on, smirking lightly. “You’re just as forgetful as I am, so there.” She stuck out her tongue even though he couldn’t see her. She felt him break then, probably to avoid hitting the guy in front of him, but she wasn’t too sure since she was flying forward, the tongue she had intentionally meant to mock him pressing right against his neck in a very intimate manner. She froze, afraid to move. His skin was warm beneath her lips, pulse beating rhythmically beneath his skin. In attempt to shut her mouth, her teeth accidentally caught some of skin near the base of his neck, biting lightly. She made a small sound of embarrassments and moved back, settling herself back down onto the seat. Oh no, she thought. What had she just done? And why did he smell so damn good in that particular area? UGH!
She dropped her head, embarrassed, as she fidgeted with the shark. Her cheeks pooled with heat and she bit the inside of her cheek. “Uh..y-yeah, you’re a great cook,” she replied. “When you don’t burn everything,” she hastily tacked on. There, she was still in control. If she pretended that it wasn’t a big deal, then he would to and they could move on with their lives.
Kid blushed lightly at the compliment. “Oh, thank you, Liz..” he replied sweetly. “But you are correct, there aren’t many things that can make me appear the least bit grotesque.” He chuckled then. Obviously, he was joking. He was picky about many things, so even if just a thread was off on a shirt, he wouldn’t wear it because it made him look asymmetrical and horrible. It was nice of her to think so though, but that was because she wasn’t as symmetry obsessed as he was. She didn’t care if there was one tiny thread loose on the left side but not on the right side of one of her shirts, not like he did. She turned around then and he set the brush down, satisfied with his work. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back as it normally did, framing her face and lighting up her powder blue eyes.
He smiled at her. “Thank you. Blue does look nice with gold. Another reason why the color would look nice on you, since your hair is blonde. And I suppose I wouldn’t mind wearing it either. My formal clothes are all usually black and white but I wouldn’t mind brightening it up a bit either,” he replied, leaning back in his chair now that he was finished with her hair. He smiled again. “Alright, I trust you.”
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Post by Fateful on Oct 21, 2011 21:53:23 GMT -5
Soul loved their fake fights. He took an exit from the highway and curbed around it until he saw a long line. he jabbed the breaks suddenly, not expecting the line to be so long. His legs came down and braced the bike so the two of them couldn't fall. Just as they jerked to a stop and missed the asshole in front of them's bumper, something slid across his neck. He blinked, and then felt what he knew was teeth. W-Woah! He tensed and he blushed, without meaning to. Damn... Just damn. That was hot... He could feel his body start reacting.
No! He thought. do not go to phase two, I repeat no phase two! He yellled in his head, knowing that it wouldn't work. he sighed, shaking his head slowly. Damn it... He just totally screwed this up. he shifted on the bike, bringing his legs back up as traffic started moving and moved around the asshole in the white ford so they wouldn't be around him. True, it was against the law for him to weave, but he was on a motorcycle, it was the one good thing about having one. He wasn't sure what to say, what with his frontal situation and the blush tainting his face. It was a good thing he didn't have to look at her. "It's okay..." He mumbled. "But that's what you get for sticking out your tongue at me. That's karma." He teased, trying to lighten the mood between them. There had to be something that could, right? They got along well enough and it's not like this would ruin their friendship if him kissing her hadn't.
Liz wasn't sure why things had been slightly weird between them earlier, but she liked that things were normal between them again. Maybe it was just that they were going out for dinner. Liz didn't want think of it as a romantic dinner, but that's what it was, sorta... Or was she wrong? Normally when they went out to dinner with Patti they weren't dressed up.Not like they were going to be tonight. Well, Kid was always dressed in a suit, but herself and Patti never dressed all that formally, they didn't see the need to. Granted, Liz always looked good, but wasn't in a permanent evening gown. That would be interesting however, she realized.
"I'm here to bring color into your life and show you the beauty of shades outside of white and gray." She teased. Kid didn't wear colors often and he did look fantastic in black, but she liked it when he wore a color. it brought out the color of his eyes and she loved seeing him in something other than a flat black and white. It was too much like his hair. It was too dry, too monotone. "Would I ever do anything to upset you?" She asked honestly. Kid had to know that she indulged so much of his bad habits and his obsessions that there's no way she could go back on it now. And she didn't mind him caring about his appearance. Had anyone else ever bought him clothes? She wondered, knowing that there was no way he'd allow that, which just made her feel more proud of herself. "Thank you.I know how hard it is for you to trust someone else about your appearance, so I'll make sure it's fantastic, alright?"
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 22, 2011 18:12:42 GMT -5
The blush stayed on her face. “Shut it,” she replied, clenching her teeth. Through his soul’s wavelength, she could tell that he was becoming tense and nervous, which in return just made her even more nervous. She timidly looked back up at his neck, noting the small red spot where she’d accidentally bit him. Her lips tingled lightly and she found herself wanting to do it again. No wait, what? Freaking stupid teenage hormones! This was like the hotel incident all over the again, except during that occurrence she hadn’t been pressed up against him like this. This was all his fault! Why did he have to slam on the breaks like that? Now she just looked like an idiot! “I’ll stick my tongue out at you whenever I want to,” she finished, finding the urge to stick said tongue out again, only she resisted in fear that the same thing would happen as earlier. Maybe it was a good idea to wait until they weren’t racing down the highway to do that.
Holy crap, he really was tense. She could feel it with just the way her arms were wrapped around him. His body was stiffer, his breathing was off, and he just felt different. Maybe he was just creeped out by her. She frowned and loosened her arms a bit. It wasn’t good for him to drive like this. It wasn’t safe She realized that she was just as stiff and tense as he was. Sighing, she realized both of them really just needed a massage to work out the kinks from their bodies, but it wasn’t like they could exactly afford that. So maybe she could just give him one later. He needed it more than she did anyway, considering she hadn’t done nearly as much as him during the trip. Sighing, she tried to distract herself from things other than him and…stuff…It was hard, since just as soon as she shifted her arms, her hands skimmed over his abdomen and left her completely aware of the muscles there. She shivered. What the hell was she doing again?
“White and black,” he corrected with a smug smile, wanting nothing more than to gauge her reaction because he seemed to like messing around with her. He glanced back at thet able, staring at the center piece as if wondering – more like calculating – whether it was really centered or not. If it wasn’t, he’d surely have to fix that. Then he turned back to Liz and blinked before he started to laugh. “Honestly? Do you remember your room before we left for the trip?” he asked, wondering if she remembered. Actually, he knew for a fact that she’d remembered. How could she forget? He’d thrown up on her floor and promptly passed out after seeing it.
He smirked. “So yeah, you’ve done some things that have upset me, but I’m forgiving you for them and letting you do this since none of them ever involved you dressing me up in distasteful clothing,” he replied, looking over at her, chuckling lightly. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly – then he promptly did the same with his other hand and her other shoulder to keep things balance. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m letting you do it. You think I would give you money and tell you to go out and buy me a shirt if I didn’t trust you to buy me something that fit my tastes? I would go to the store myself if that was the case, you know I would.” It was true, he would be more willing to march all the way to the mall and find something to wear than let someone else – aside from Liz – buy him something without him knowing. He felt the urge to ask her to take a few pictures to send to him as she shopped, but he didn’t know how well she’d take that after he’d just told her he trusted her. And he did, so it wasn’t a good idea to do so. He would just have to learn to like surprises.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 22, 2011 19:02:59 GMT -5
Soul let out a sigh, trying to lessen the tenseness of his body. He hated feeling this like. Maka was holding him, pressed against him. She would defiantly feel how tense he was. He just hoped, prayed, begged, pleaded, that her hands didn't slide to rest in his lap. That would be awkward... Really awkward. Sighing, he continued to drive and wondered how to make this better. Slowly, he started to relax, but it wasn't by much. Soul was nervous that she'd find out that he was hard... Yeah, that she'd think he was some creepy guy that liked being licked and bitten or whatever. And that would suck. He didn't want Maka to hate him. They were driving too fast, if she panicked and fell, she'd die. He was terrified that something bad would happen.
But, he realized that things would get better. He just needed to relax. He needed to calm himself. He slowed down, changing lanes so he wouldn't have to drive as fast. But he was content with himself, pleased that he was so relaxed. Relax... He kept chanting to himself, letting out a low sigh. Alright. He felt his pants become less tight and he kept driving, not wanting to alarm Maka. Her hands came to rest on his stomach and he flexed without meaning to. Okay... it wasn't a total accident, but they were damn impressive. he had been working on them for a while, and they looked good! Soul was proud of them. "I didn't mean to screw things up, Maka. I hadn't meant to stop so short... but you know things happen. That's why I drive and you don't." he teased, pleased that he found a way to fix things.
Liz whined and pushed him. "Kid!" She demanded, hating it when he went to her room. It was an accident. "Don't be a jerk!" She said, resting her knee on the chair that he was sitting him. A smile rested on her lips and she realized how close she was to him. She was almost sitting directly in his lap. A faint blush came to her face and she wondered why she was so close to him. Why the hell had she climbed into his lap? Damn... "I didn't do that on purpose! I don't enjoying hurting you, it just... sorta happened. I was looking for something and I ripped apart my room to find it because you came into my room reorganized it, as I've asked you not to do so I didn't know where my stuff was." Honestly, she wanted him to share some of the blame because it was partially and indirectly his fault.
Liz shook her head, not irritated, but still not unhappy with him. His hands on her shoulder instantly made her feel better and made her content. Looking into the beautiful golden eyes before her, she blinked. Somehow, after almost three years of him being shorter then she was, it was strange to have to look up into his eyes. The blonde nodded, smiling. "I will make sure that I reward your trust by bringing you back the sexiest and the best shirt I can find in an elegant color that matches your other all color scheme." She teased. Leaning close to him, she found herself moving in a way that would make him kiss her. Moving back slowly, as not to make this awkward, she smiled weakly. What the hell had she just done?
"I wont let you down. I promise I'll find you a shirt that you will wear until there are holes in it."
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 22, 2011 20:56:43 GMT -5
The blush on her face was instantly replaced with a cloak of rage. “WHAT? Are you calling me bad driver?” she asked, unlacing one of her hands to smack him upside the head. “I’ll have you know that it I DID drive, I’d be a much more careful driver than you, Senor Speeds-A-Lot!” She ‘hmph-ed’ and shot her eyes ahead, her mouth in a pout as she grumbled something about men. “You’re lucky I don’t make you wear a helmet while you ride this thing,” she said, looking up at the back of his head. Maybe she should buy him one and make him wear it just to be a bitch. If she tried hard enough, maybe he would. With a sigh, she sat back and tried to relax. After a few minutes of sitting there in silence and quietly fuming because she was full of a thousand different emotions and hormones and it was killing her. God!
She heaved another sigh – a loud sigh, before she leaned forward. Her phone was in the compartment in front of his bike because she didn’t want it to fall out of her pocket while they drove. Maybe she could start reading something on there to take her mind off of things. “Move you,” she muttered, pushing him to the side a bit so that she could lean forward. She put her hand out to grab onto the bike near his leg for support, except when she did, it didn’t feel like the leather of his bike seat. It felt more like jeans…and, wait what was that? As if it would help her figure out what she was touching, Maka absentmindedly groped it. Then she let her eyes drop down to her hand. Oh wait.
Wait.
Wait.
She drew her hand back quickly, as if she’d suddenly gotten burned. “OH MY GOD! S-SOUL! IS THAT…?” Her face felt like it was going to blow up. “What was that?!” she asked, quite stupidly. She knew what it was, she wasn’t an idiot! She’d taken health and biology and god knows what else in school, but she honestly had no idea of what else to say. It felt like she was going to pass out from sheer embarrassment.
Kid laughed. “I’m not being a jerk. I’m just saying. Your room was really messy. I can’t believe I didn’t find out about it until then either. How did you manage to hide that from me? I usually do a good job of sweeping through the house to check all the rooms and make sure they’re tidy. Somehow, you managed to keep me from your room. I’m still trying to figure out how you did that,” he mused, rubbing his chin lightly. How she’d done it was beyond him. He wasn’t all that easy of a person to distract, so she must have delayed him from it or something. Liz was rather sneaky when she wanted to be. Speaking of which, when had she gotten this close to him? She was nearly in his lap. He blushed, golden eyes sliding to the side as he looked away, afraid to look at her. She was so close, their faces weren’t that far apart. It made his heart drum in his chest as he nervously wondered what he was supposed to do.
He tried his best to laugh and seem smooth, but it came out as partially choked and squeaky, as if he was giggling. Oh great, there went his testosterone. Right down the drain with his balls. He wanted to smack himself in the face, but instead, he just cleared his throat and reached up to rub the back of his head, smiling lightly. “Uh, yeah. I bet you’ll do a great job with that. I look forward to it too. I’ll keep you up to it and will await to be presented with what you feel is the ‘sexiest’ shirt you find,” he said, chuckling. Oh no, her face was getting even closer. Then again, why was he thinking ‘oh no’? He wanted this didn’t he? He wanted her this close to him, her face inches from his. But he wasn’t sure of what to do afterward, when it actually happened. Was he supposed to kiss her? Did she want that? She surely looked like she did, with the way her eyes looked and how she continued to look at him. He cleared his throat nervously, and without thinking, he leaned a bit closer, his golden eyes focused on hers. “Okay…” he replied, though he wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 22, 2011 21:30:27 GMT -5
"We get there faster and I know how to drive." Soul said, rolling his eyes. He continued to drive, but they had slowed down a bit. She pushed at him, trying to get something in the compartment in front of him, but he was irritated. They were going too fast and unlike in a car, if he leaned to the side he would start turning. In this case, she was trying to make him lean left. Into a semi. Sighing, he managed to move in a way that would help her get whatever she wanted. Until she grabbed him.
And when Maka grabbed, she GRABBED with a vengeance. "Maka!" He choked, feeling her squeeze him, and swerved into the breakdown lane going from 70 to 0 in about 8 seconds, panting. Oh... there was no way this was going away now... No way in hell. Sighing, he tried to calm down, feeling her arms now around his shoulders. He couldn't believed he stopped that fast without killing either of them or ruining his shoes.
"You know what it was..." he finally answered, standing over his bike, trying to fix his pants.... Oh... this was awkward. No. No it wasn't. it was so totally beyond awkward, it was crazy and it freaked him out. Damn.... Just Damn..
Liz rubbed the back of her neck, biting her lip. "It was only like that for a few days... I hadn't meant for it to get that bad, but I just made sure that we were always together and you had no reason to go into my bedroom... I took a shorter time getting ready and made sure that Patti was on time so you wouldn't have time to poke around the house before we left. Then I made sure I knew where everything belonged so I could fix it and everything just seemed extra perfect for you. I marked out where all of the paintings go on the walls so the entire house is symmetrical. That way I can put them back if they're moved without measuring. Again..." Liz hated tools, and she never wanted to see a tape measure ever again. The thing broke one of her nails and cut her finger. Horrid thing.
"Sexiest shirt it will be!" She boasted, convinced she could find the best thing for him. "I have amazing taste. If it was Patti, she'd bring you a giraffe style shirt. She'd have it printed for you." She laughed, moving a few inches away from his face. It felt like they were too close together... but she liked that for some reason. Looking into his eyes, she felt her eyes flicker to his lips. His perfect lips that were drawn in a confused expression. Looking up into his eyes, she bit her lip softly and heard her sister and Black Star's muffled voices and then a door burst open. She sighed, closing her eyes. Great... "Patti!" She called.
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 22, 2011 22:32:09 GMT -5
Maka shut her eyes as he suddenly began to swerve. Oh no, they were going to die. And all because she’d grabbed his junk. “HOLY LORD DEATH, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!” she shouted over the engine. They finally stopped, roughly, and she flew into his back, scrambling to stay on the bike. She pulled herself off of it, grumbling and muttering under her breath as she steadied herself on her feet. Her face brightened and she turned her head from him, crossing her arms nervously. “Yeah, well! What’s it doing there?” she asked and then paused, realizing it was another stupid question. She threw her hands up in exasperation. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to…I was just trying to get to my phone and you…Sorry!” God this was embarrassing.
What the hell was she supposed to say? She looked back over to him, tried to keep her eyes from looking down at his crotch. She shivered and turned around, crossing her arms again. This was so weird. This was so weird! How was she supposed to look at him? Of course, she knew Soul was a guy and probably had this sort of problem a few times, but usually it was in the privacy of where ever. He was at least a gentleman and didn’t prance around the apartment with a…a...yeah. She glanced up at the forest beside the side of the highway and wondered if she could just run away for a few hours and come back when things were normal again.
Kid sighed, chuckling lightly. “Well, I don’t know whether to congratulate you on that or not,” he replied. “I mean, you managed to get around me and hide it, but it sort of worries me about what you might be able to do in the future. I just hope you don’t make your room look like a pigsty again, because I guarantee you that you won’t get away with it again,” he replied with a smirk. “Because I know your secret now.” His voice held a teasing tone as he let his eye scan her face. He noticed her eyes watching his lips and it made him slightly self-conscious about himself. Was she examining him for imperfections? He licked his lips lightly, feeling that they were a bit dry. She moved away and he felt something pull at his heart. Oh no, he’d scared her away.
Behind him, he heard an obnoxious giggle that didn’t belong to Patti, but instead, Black Star. He was about to turn around and see what was going on when something collided with the back of his head. “OW-!” he began to shout, but was cut off when his lips smashed into something soft and warm. His eyes were wide and he stared ahead, noting that he was literally pressed against Liz’s face…and that soft thing was her lips. Oh god…Oh god, he was going to kill Black Star. Kid had no idea what to do. He just sat there, afraid to do anything. His lips burned, wanting nothing more than to continue kissing her – and he did a bit, against his will.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 22, 2011 23:06:01 GMT -5
"The better question is are YOU trying to kill us!" He yelled back at her before they stopped completely. "Motorcycles aren't shifts you know! And I don't need YOU trying to operate a stick shift as my backseat driver Maka!" Once they were stopped, he turned his bike off and pushed the kick stand down, but didn't get off the bike. He didn't want to start direction traffic with his clothed hard on. That would just make a spectacle of this. Well, more then they already were, considering people were looking at them as they drove by.
Sighing, Soul rubbed the back of his head. "Maka...?" He mumbled, upset that he'd said what he'd said to her. "I'm sorry..." He reached out, catching her shirt and tugging it, trying to make her turn around and look at him. "Look... I didn't mean it that way, you just startled me. What would you do if I grabbed you? In a car it wouldn't have been as bad, but you just... I know you didn't mean it. And..." The shark toothed meister sighed. "I can forget about it if you can. Come on, get back on so we can get home."
"Fine. I'll be sure to keep my room clean." She said, shaking her head. It was funny, the way he treated her sometimes. But she never wanted to let her room get like that again. She was normally clean by nature and she hated her room like that, but whatever. It happened and she needed to get passed it. "Yeah..." She laughed. "Imagine how long it would take you to find out if I had a dog." That would most likely set him off the deep end, but it was funny to think about. What could she hide from him? If she really tried.
His eyes had followed hers and she knew that he knew that he'd been looking at his lips. Oh no! Damn it! She ruined it. She was so stupid how could----MMM!!! Why was he kissing her?! She'd heard Black Star and felt him not move away. Shivering, she pulled away from him, moving her head to the side, her face now glowing a bright red. W-Woah... She kissed her meister. S-She kissed someone years younger then her! What the hell was wrong with her?
Looking up, she blinked, slowly turning to look at Kid. "I... I'm sorry..." Why was she apologizing? She didn't kiss him. "I know you didn't mean to do that...W-What're you doing?" She asked, trying to push his hands away from her hair. "This better not be about symmetry..."
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 23, 2011 18:04:47 GMT -5
Maka clenched her hands at her side and froze, exhaling slowly. “I said I was sorry!” she yelled back, hiding her red face. She glared at a tree. “I wasn’t meaning to grab THAT, Soul. I was reaching for my phone and I couldn’t see and…!” she replied, but stopped and sighed. It didn’t matter how it happened. They were angry, irritated, and probably a bit sexually frustrated - well, maybe more than a bit, considering her partner was currently trying to soothe the surprise in his pants. She fidgeted, clenching and unclenching her hands as she tried to calm herself down. She felt bad for him. HIS was visible for the world to see. But then again, she dealt with worse things as a girl when it came to other things.
She heard his voice soften and she pouted a bit, not wanting to give in. She was stubborn and was going to continue staring at that tree until it barked at her. Soul, however, had other ideas. He reached out and tugged her shirt, pulling her backward with ease. “What?” She dragged out the word, irritation lacing it. She didn’t want to be pulled around like this, damnit! Then she heard him apologize and she shrugged. “It’s fine, okay? You don’t have to apologize.” She clasped her hands back over chest and stuck out her lip, rolling her eyes. “Whatever, Soul. That doesn’t matter since you said it yourself that there’s nothing to grab. You can’t make analogies toward something that doesn’t even exist,” she replied with a snort. Then she shook her head and sighed. “Wait, just give me a few minutes okay? It’s not safe for either us to get back on the road like this. We need to clear out heads first.” She had to keep her eyes off of him. How could she get back on the bike with him while he was still…aroused? Maybe it was best if they just waited it out. It disappeared for guys too, right?
Kid felt her move away and he felt his heart drop. He had to face her now. As much as he would rather continue kissing her, he knew that it wasn’t going to last. She was going to be horrified and angry and…not happy at all. She would understand about it not being his fault, but how could he make her forgive him for actually continuing the kiss? She wouldn’t believe him if he told her that his lips had had a seizure against hers and he couldn’t help it. What else could he say? He couldn’t come right out and confess to her that he thought she was pretty and kissing her was nice. How would she take that? Probably not well considering she’d just moved away and hadn’t made any notion that showed she actually wanted to kiss him. He realized he was going to skin Black Star alive now. His golden eyes slid open – they hadn’t been entirely closed to begin with – and he looked to the side, noting the sponge football in the middle of the table.
So that was what he’d thrown at him. Kid sighed and rolled his eyes.
He noticed that she was watching him and he moved back awkwardly, reaching up to fix his hair, a light shade of pink on his cheeks. His lips felt numb with prickly sensation. “S-Sorry,” he replied. “It was Black Star – H-he…” he started to explain, but stopped when he caught sight of her. Her hair was a bit disheveled and he stared, realizing slowly that his head had been tilted off when he kissed her. It bothered him immensely. His fingers twitched painfully, not able to do what they wanted. Slowly, he reached out and smoothed down his hair, then he leaned in again. “I’m sorry. I-I have to,” he said, before he pressed his lips against hers again.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 23, 2011 19:02:39 GMT -5
They stopped yelling at one another because it wouldn't fix anything. They were tired, sexually frustrated, and there was just something strange going on between them. Soul felt that that something was his fault. That concert had started the spiral that ruined things: pretending to be dating, the party, the hotel, sleeping together, the ride, the groping, the erection. The list seemed endless. But whatever... it was just painful to experience something so.. what was the word? traitorous? Maka was his partner and it felt like he was betraying her but feeling this way. By physically wanting her even though that wasn't his desire. He wanted Maka, but he didn't... sexually want her.
Once he pulled her closer to him, he sighed. "Maka..." He mumbled, exhausted, resting his arms on the sheering of his bike. "Fine. A few minutes, but it's not going to make any difference if we leave now or ten minutes from now." It was true. The way she'd groped him brought this into something that there was no way he could get out of without some lotion and alone time. Yeah... it was that sorta delight-fulness. But Maka didn't know all that much about guys. She probably thought that this was going to go away, which made Soul inwardly groan. Ugh... This was going to suck. He was going to have to drive like this... drive on a vibrating motorcycle. God he wished he had some of those condoms. Looking around, there were woods around them, assuming he was feeling ballsy enough for that sort of stunt.
Emotional pollution tainted Liz's heart. Oh god... What the hell had she done? She kissed him, she pulled away, and... she hurt him. The way his eyes were half closed and they way they slowly opened to stare at her. A shiver ravaged her spine and she blushed darker. He wasn't happy. What-what the hell? Why was he upset? Did he want to kiss her? Was he angry that she didn't want to kiss him? She DID want to kiss him! That was the problem! And Kid was younger then she was, there was no way she could risk hurting him. A-And no! There was no way that Liz could be with Kid... he was her meister, he was younger than her, she screwed up every relationship she ever had and either never wanted to see him again, she wanted to kill them or she wanted to see them again for a less than pure reason.
She started to shiver once more when Kid started to move her hair, fixing it. Her lips were burning with a mixture of desire and fear.
Slowly, he fixed her hair and she watched his eyes. No... No not that look. Not that stupid look! This was about symmetry. He was staring at her with that symmetry look, his head wasn't straight and she knew that. He was tense, his fingers sliding over both sides of her face. He held her as he returned and his lips suddenly met hers. Unsure of what else to do, Liz's eyes fluttered closed and she kissed him back this time. If she didn't kiss him back then there was no symmetry. That and she wanted, desperately, to feel him kiss her back.
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Post by belated valentine on Oct 23, 2011 20:40:52 GMT -5
Maka tensed a bit when he pulled her closer. She became very aware of him at that moment, of his body and the way he was touching her. Damnit, she could punch him right now. But she didn’t, because that would only make things worse. She sighed, slowly reaching out to untangle herself from him. Then she slowly took a few steps forward, dropping herself down on the edge of the highway, letting her feet rest in the grass beside it. Her heart was still thumping. “What do you mean? It’s not like you’re doing anything that would further push the problem…” she said, having not exactly understood what he meant. She assumed arousal for men was the same as it was for women, there until you stopped thinking about it.
She glanced back and noticed that he looked completely frustrated and almost pitiful. Having resonated with him on countless occasions, it was easy for her to tune into his the way he was feeling, and almost what he was thinking. The same went for him. The two of them were so in sync that it was easy to read each other – for the most part at least. She felt bad now, whether or not she had been the one that had caused the problem – which she doubted since she didn’t exactly consider herself as having really any sort of sex appeal, her actions might’ve but not her – she wondered what she was supposed to do now. How could she still even look at him? Wasn’t she supposed to be dead by now? Surely something like this should’ve killed her. She noticed his crimson eyes as they watched the forest. She narrowed her own. “What?” she asked, wondering what he was thinking as he stared at it that way. Then it dawned on her and she blushed again. “I-If you want to go and…um, do something, I’ll w-wait here for you…”
Kid had no idea what had propelled him to kiss the girl sitting in front of him, but he knew that he couldn’t resist. He couldn’t walk away knowing that his head had positioned in a non-symmetrical way. It would simply kill him. At least, that was what he was choosing to believe currently, because surely, he didn’t want to kiss her again right? Not after he knew that she didn’t want it? Maybe it wasn’t too late to stop, get up, and head out. Because after all, he’d gotten his symmetrical kiss – this time he’d made sure his head was placed correctly, perfectly even. But he couldn’t make himself. He couldn’t stop. He’d wanted to kiss her, and now that he was, he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to just end it there. But he did want Liz to be his friend after this right? He didn’t want her to hate him…
He was just about to pull back when he felt her respond. Something in his chest jumped in joy as he realized that she was accepting him. He dropped the hand that had been in her hair and glided it to her face, resting on her cheek. Then he did the same with his other hand, holding her face symmetrically between his hands. He pushed her hair back gently and moved himself a bit closer, venturing a bit further into the kiss. He’d almost forgotten to breathe, taking in a slow breath through his nose. Her lips were so soft and tasted sweet. She smelled amazing too, like something floral and fresh.
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