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   Soul entered the apartment with a huge sigh. He had had a long day of dealing with feelings he had never felt before. He had been thinking about them for a long time, but it was to much and to hard to think about at the moment.
   He walked into the living room expecting to see his meister reading or watching a movie. Instead, he found her asleep on the couch in a tank top that was riding up almost to showing her bra. Her feet were propped up on the arm of the couch making her skirt slide up with her book resting open on her chest.
   He stopped in his tracks to stare at the sleeping girl. Did she really have to tempt him so bad? "You don't see me as a guy do you?" he said, leaning over her. Their faces so close that his hair brushed her face.
   "Hey Maka, wake up," he said, poking her cheek, "Your going to get sick if you sleep her with your stomach exposed."
   "Noooooo," she whined, batting at him, making her book fall, showing her chest.
   "You really don't see me as a guy," he whispered, leaning even closer to her face. "Just one wouldn't hurt right?" he thought, pressing his lips softly to hers.
   "So that's it," he said, sitting next to her on the couch, "I love her."
   "What?" Maka asked, staring up at him a blush spreading across her cheeks, "Did you just…..?" Her hand slowly traveled to her lips and caressed them softly.
   Soul's face flared up like the 4th of July. He looked away from her face quickly. "Yeah," he mumbled, his hand covering his mouth.
   "Oh," Maka said, getting redder, "So you kissed me and you…"
   "I love you, Maka" Soul said, looking sideways at her, "I have since the first day I met you. I just never realized it.
   Maka smiled widely at him. "So I'm not the only one."
   "It's a wonder that you realized it before me," Soul laughed, uncovering his mouth.
   "What's that supposed to mean?!" Maka cried, attacking him. She pinned him to the couch with her face only an inch from his. He could smell the mint on her breath from the tea she had been drinking.
   He smiled up at her, "Nothing now." He closed the distance, grabbing the back of her head and bringing their lips together again.
   "I love you, Soul," Maka murmured against Soul's lips, her eyes still closed.
   "I love you too, Maka," Soul said, smiling widely and kissing her again.

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   Soul entered the apartment with a huge sigh. He had had a long day of dealing with feelings he had never felt before. He had been thinking about them for a long time, but it was to much and to hard to think about at the moment.
   He walked into the living room expecting to see his meister reading or watching a movie. Instead, he found her asleep on the couch in a tank top that was riding up almost to showing her bra. Her feet were propped up on the arm of the couch making her skirt slide up with her book resting open on her chest.
   He stopped in his tracks to stare at the sleeping girl. Did she really have to tempt him so bad? "You don't see me as a guy do you?" he said, leaning over her. Their faces so close that his hair brushed her face.
   "Hey Maka, wake up," he said, poking her cheek, "Your going to get sick if you sleep her with your stomach exposed."
   "Noooooo," she whined, batting at him, making her book fall, showing her chest.
   "You really don't see me as a guy," he whispered, leaning even closer to her face. "Just one wouldn't hurt right?" he thought, pressing his lips softly to hers.
   "So that's it," he said, sitting next to her on the couch, "I love her."
   "What?" Maka asked, staring up at him a blush spreading across her cheeks, "Did you just…..?" Her hand slowly traveled to her lips and caressed them softly.
   Soul's face flared up like the 4th of July. He looked away from her face quickly. "Yeah," he mumbled, his hand covering his mouth.
   "Oh," Maka said, getting redder, "So you kissed me and you…"
   "I love you, Maka" Soul said, looking sideways at her, "I have since the first day I met you. I just never realized it.
   Maka smiled widely at him. "So I'm not the only one."
   "It's a wonder that you realized it before me," Soul laughed, uncovering his mouth.
   "What's that supposed to mean?!" Maka cried, attacking him. She pinned him to the couch with her face only an inch from his. He could smell the mint on her breath from the tea she had been drinking.
   He smiled up at her, "Nothing now." He closed the distance, grabbing the back of her head and bringing their lips together again.
   "I love you, Soul," Maka murmured against Soul's lips, her eyes still closed.
   "I love you too, Maka," Soul said, smiling widely and kissing her again.