Fic - Rhapsody
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cornerofmadnessTitle Rhapsody
Author-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Fandom Soul Eater
Disclaimer I own nothing
Rating PG-13
Characters/Pairing Maka/Soul
Timeline/Spoilers no real spoilers
Word Count 730
Warning none
Summary He had such talented fingers
Author’s Note written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt - Maka/Soul, Talented Fingers, “His fingers pressing against the keys of the piano, his fingers against her bare skin.” Thanks to enemytosleep for the beta
XXX
Soul peered into the music room. “Why are you sitting in here?” Maka looked up from her book, which was propped on her knees as she sat against the wall. “Oddly, it's quiet in here. Almost no one uses it, so it's a good place to study until we're home.”
He snorted at her. “You don’t have to study every minute you know.”
Maka rolled her eyes. “And be like you and Black Star? I'm not going to be stripped to my undies because I had to resort to cheating.”
Soul wrinkled his nose. “Never going to let that go are you?”
“Never.”
He sighed and sat at the piano that dominated the room. “You expecting me to study, too?”
“I've learned better by now.” She closed the book she had been reading. Maka studied him. There was something very right about him sitting at a piano and that struck her as strange. While she knew that he came from a musical family, he never mentioned playing, even though she had heard him before; he seemed almost embarrassed by it. It probably wasn't 'cool' as he defined it. “Why don't you ever play?”
“That's a different life.” Soul shrugged. “He's not me any more.”
“Of course he is. You can be more than one thing, Soul. We all know you're a great weapon, but you can be a musician, too. We all need a hobby.” Her lips thinned. “Other than trying to see Blair nude.”
His pale cheeks flushed. “I don't try to do that. She just does it.”
Maka didn't mention that she suspected he enjoyed having his face pressed between Blair's incredible breasts. She looked down at herself. There wasn't much there he could bury his face in, though lately she had been thinking about that sort of thing. Soul got cuter by the day or maybe it was her changing, getting older, more aware of herself and her desires.
“What's that face for?” He cocked his head to the side. “You mad I won't play?”
Maka sighed, glad that he couldn't read her mind. She went over to the piano, resting her fingers against the black wood. “You don't have to play, Soul. I just wanted to hear you, but if you don’t want to….”
Soul rolled his shoulders, and then hit middle C. He scowled and tried a few other keys. “It's out of tune, so don't blame me if this sucks.”
“I won't.” Maka wasn't sure she'd know in tune from out and once he started playing that was doubly true. If the piano was lacking, she couldn’t tell.
Soul's fingers flew over the keys, coaxing the most amazing sounds from them. Lost in the strands of something by Mozart...or was it Beethoven – she knew so very little about music. It embarrassed her listening to him – Maka wondered why he wanted something other than the music. He had such talented fingers, bringing forth music so beautiful it moved even a novice like her.
Lost in her thoughts, Maka didn't realize the music had ended until she felt his finger tips touch her cheek. His touch was delicate, something Maka wouldn't have considered from Soul.
“Now what is this face about?” Soul scowled. “I told you it was out of tune.”
She put her hand over his. His fingers were warm against her skin. Gently pulling his hand free, Soul trailed his fingers along her neck, pulling her down to him. His fingers pressing against the keys of the piano, his fingers against her bare skin, either way Soul had such talented. Maka found herself wanting more. Soul leaned in close. Maka could feel his breath against his skin. Her heart thundered. He was going to kiss her.
A burst of laughter outside the music room door, followed by students talking, had the same effect as the piano bench being electrified. They jumped apart, the spell broken. Soul rubbed the back of his head, looking down at the piano keys.
“Maybe I ought to get back to studying,” she said, giving him an out.
Soul bobbed his head. “Yeah. I’ll let you do that.”
Maka watched him leave the room, wondering if it would be awkward tonight in their apartment. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to take the next step yet, but she did know when she was ready, it would be with Soul.
Author-
cornerofmadnessFandom Soul Eater
Disclaimer I own nothing
Rating PG-13
Characters/Pairing Maka/Soul
Timeline/Spoilers no real spoilers
Word Count 730
Warning none
Summary He had such talented fingers
Author’s Note written for
springkink for the prompt - Maka/Soul, Talented Fingers, “His fingers pressing against the keys of the piano, his fingers against her bare skin.” Thanks to enemytosleep for the betaXXX
Soul peered into the music room. “Why are you sitting in here?” Maka looked up from her book, which was propped on her knees as she sat against the wall. “Oddly, it's quiet in here. Almost no one uses it, so it's a good place to study until we're home.”
He snorted at her. “You don’t have to study every minute you know.”
Maka rolled her eyes. “And be like you and Black Star? I'm not going to be stripped to my undies because I had to resort to cheating.”
Soul wrinkled his nose. “Never going to let that go are you?”
“Never.”
He sighed and sat at the piano that dominated the room. “You expecting me to study, too?”
“I've learned better by now.” She closed the book she had been reading. Maka studied him. There was something very right about him sitting at a piano and that struck her as strange. While she knew that he came from a musical family, he never mentioned playing, even though she had heard him before; he seemed almost embarrassed by it. It probably wasn't 'cool' as he defined it. “Why don't you ever play?”
“That's a different life.” Soul shrugged. “He's not me any more.”
“Of course he is. You can be more than one thing, Soul. We all know you're a great weapon, but you can be a musician, too. We all need a hobby.” Her lips thinned. “Other than trying to see Blair nude.”
His pale cheeks flushed. “I don't try to do that. She just does it.”
Maka didn't mention that she suspected he enjoyed having his face pressed between Blair's incredible breasts. She looked down at herself. There wasn't much there he could bury his face in, though lately she had been thinking about that sort of thing. Soul got cuter by the day or maybe it was her changing, getting older, more aware of herself and her desires.
“What's that face for?” He cocked his head to the side. “You mad I won't play?”
Maka sighed, glad that he couldn't read her mind. She went over to the piano, resting her fingers against the black wood. “You don't have to play, Soul. I just wanted to hear you, but if you don’t want to….”
Soul rolled his shoulders, and then hit middle C. He scowled and tried a few other keys. “It's out of tune, so don't blame me if this sucks.”
“I won't.” Maka wasn't sure she'd know in tune from out and once he started playing that was doubly true. If the piano was lacking, she couldn’t tell.
Soul's fingers flew over the keys, coaxing the most amazing sounds from them. Lost in the strands of something by Mozart...or was it Beethoven – she knew so very little about music. It embarrassed her listening to him – Maka wondered why he wanted something other than the music. He had such talented fingers, bringing forth music so beautiful it moved even a novice like her.
Lost in her thoughts, Maka didn't realize the music had ended until she felt his finger tips touch her cheek. His touch was delicate, something Maka wouldn't have considered from Soul.
“Now what is this face about?” Soul scowled. “I told you it was out of tune.”
She put her hand over his. His fingers were warm against her skin. Gently pulling his hand free, Soul trailed his fingers along her neck, pulling her down to him. His fingers pressing against the keys of the piano, his fingers against her bare skin, either way Soul had such talented. Maka found herself wanting more. Soul leaned in close. Maka could feel his breath against his skin. Her heart thundered. He was going to kiss her.
A burst of laughter outside the music room door, followed by students talking, had the same effect as the piano bench being electrified. They jumped apart, the spell broken. Soul rubbed the back of his head, looking down at the piano keys.
“Maybe I ought to get back to studying,” she said, giving him an out.
Soul bobbed his head. “Yeah. I’ll let you do that.”
Maka watched him leave the room, wondering if it would be awkward tonight in their apartment. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to take the next step yet, but she did know when she was ready, it would be with Soul.
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