Epilogue – Beautiful World
Sunlight peeks through the blinds to shine into the previously dark room. Sleeping side by side lie Soul and Maka, their legs entwined beneath the sheet as Maka sleeps curled on her side against Soul. The sheet covers just enough of her body for modesty's sake. Soul lies on his back, arms spread wide with one encasing Maka's shoulders, Maka's hand resting on his abdomen, the sheet falls dangerously low on his hips. Both adults sleep on, their hair tousled from the night's activities – Oh, if only someone had the presence of mind to bring a camera before their stillness is broken by the gentle tugging of morning.
The warmth from the light haloed around the sleeping pair manages to stir Maka. Forest green irises are revealed as heavy lids lift to greet the dawn. The searing burn of sunlight causes her to wince at first, but eventually she braves the florescence once more with more acceptable results. Glancing at Soul, she can't hold back the smile. His appearance: jaw slacked with a goofy grin plastered on his mouth lighting his features. His hair is a complete mess, probably the result of her running her fingers through it one too many times, she thinks with a shudder of delight.
Letting out a soft sigh, she turns over and scoots herself to edge of the bed carefully so as not to disturb the slumbering weapon and reaches for the clock on his night stand. It blinks "10:00 AM" at her in neon green. No need to get up just yet she decides and rolls back over pulling herself back into Soul's embrace and unafraid to shuffle his lanky limbs around so she can lay her head on his chest comfortably.
Soul seems to hum (or is it purr?) when her nimble fingers trace the long scar across his pectoral with a feather light touch. Crimson eyes slid open to take in her ash-blonde hair and skin, still faintly darkened from the Mexican sun's rays. She lifts her head slightly to look at him as he stretches out like a cat underneath her. His deep groan inspires a giggle from Maka.
"Good morning," he murmurs wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.
"Morning," she whispers back planting a lingering kiss on his lips. Her breasts pressed into his chest, the sheet having fallen from her form to pool around both their waists.
"How are you feeling?" Soul asks. His lips tickle her ear and she pushes him back with a playful shove. It's a little funny. Didn't he ask her that same question not three days before? Granted, back then it was in a completely different context.
She shifts so that her upper body lies completely on top of him but a pull at her leg brings her entirely atop him just to lay, rest between his legs. Her chin rests on his sternum, angled so she can watch the dancing of her hand against his skin. Her fingers are tracing invisible designs on his chest.
"I feel good. A little sore and a little strange but better than I have in a long time."
One snow white brow arches into a perfect bow at that.
"Just a little… it's hard to explain. Getting my memories back. I know it's been a couple days now, but it's weird. Like… like waking up from a dream."
He raises a hand to her cheek, caressing her face before tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck. His breath fans across her cheekbones.
"That was a long dream."
She smiles, nodding her head in agreement.
"Too long… I'm glad I woke up."
"I'm just glad that you remember me," he voices, sliding his hands down to the small of her back and tightening. He pulls her up and over so that she straddles his waist, his hands slipping even further down beneath the sheet still nestled about her waist. He sits up, not the least bit shy about letting her feel his growing need for her at her backside. He husks against her collarbone. "I could care less about you remembering anyone else."
She gives a soft moan and a chuckle before speaking.
"I don't think I ever really forgot you, Soul."
She blushes looking away from him.
"What do you mean?" His face is puzzled as he looks at her a moment.
"It's a little embarrassing… but when I was in Mexico I would have these weird dreams about a man with white hair, red eyes, and the sharpest smirk you could ever find." She trails off until Soul puts a hand under her chin forcing her gaze back to him. She blushes questioning whether or not she should risk engorging his ego by carrying on any further.
"Yeah," she continues more than a little bashful. "They were about different things. Sometimes he would be fighting beside me, others he and I would be arguing with each other…" She wraps her arms around his neck and brought her lips just a breath away from his own. "In several of my dreams, he made love to me. There was one in particular where he took me to ecstasy and back for no other reason than because I asked him to."
Her particular shade of roseate blush now reaching well into the district of her chest and collarbone. He drinks in the sight with bright, eager, thirsty eyes. In the back of his mind, he registers the chill of the engagement ring at the crown of his left shoulder.
He is exceeding pleased.
Soul's grip on her tightens, and he slams his lips against hers, prying her mouth open and slipping his tongue inside the warm cavern to taste her. He traces the contours of her mouth, reacquainting himself with her once again before pulling away and giving her the most sultry look she has ever seen in her life.
"How about we make some of those dreams a reality?"
Moving her head in apparent agreement and sighing into his lips, she raises her hips…
This is the end. I love it. It turned out perfectly to me. I hope you think so too. I had a blast working on this, and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
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