Soul opened his eyes to the late morning sun streaming into his room. He watched as dust floated in the sunlit shaft. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, what had happened? His heart was pounding in his chest.

He rolled out of his bed and padded down the hallway to the next door. The sunlight created a halo around her illuminating her golden hair. Something was wrong. Maka never stayed in bed this late. He watched her from the doorway. Her soul was humming something beautiful if not slightly off key. She had never been one for music.

Quietly he walked into her room drawn to her. He was in love with her. That soul aching type of love that made him fully understand this was the, be all end all for him. He had known it the moment he took Crona's sword strike.

He came out of that knowing he would never force his feelings on her. It was enough to be wielded by her, to be let into her soul, and live with her.

He sat on the bed, the mattress protesting, staring into her face, smiling at the pink that colored her cheeks. Could there be a color any more beautiful? Carefully he laid down next to her, not touching her he just needed to be close he wanted to study her face, the soft spattering of freckles that dotted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

What had happened? He'd dreamed of her before and it was never as it had just been. Those dreams were hollow representations of the woman he had just seen. Was that even possible to resonate in a dream?

He touched her face gently brushing the hair away from her face. "I'll wait for you… Maka Albarn." He whispered reaching out to kiss her forehead. Fully aware that if there was a book in reach he was very likely to get Maka Chopped, but he was willing to risk it.

She inhaled through her nose so forcefully that he braced himself for the pain, eyes clenching shut a hand moving to protect his nether region should the situation turn for the worse. He wasn't prepared for the body that wrapped itself around him, the hands that sunk into his hair. When the warm lips met his, his eyes flew open meeting with green.

"Maka…" He asked when she pulled away.

"You already have." Her eyes darted down as she frowned, "waited for me, I mena." She shook her head slightly and then looked back up. Eyes bright and face burning brighter, "We…we resonated…that was you, did that really happened?"

Soul looked into her eyes, feeling her soul all around him, he ginned sheepishly. "I…I think so."

He watched her face go through a mired of emotions. And then he freaked.

"Fuck! Maka, did you not want to…oh my gods, fuck," he had a sinking feeling.

It was then that she kissed him again.

"Soul…" She couldn't help her mouth turning into a smile. "Stop. I wanted to. That was…." Her eyes fluttered as she tried to think of exactly how to convey what it had been.

"So cool." He offered.

They both laughed. Soul nervously and Maka because was there really anything else he would have said.

a/n: I have been working on this for three weeks and having just gone through SoMa week on tumblr last week and reading all the amazing talented writers (makapedia, awesomesasusual, chaoticlivi, soundofez, professor-maka and many other) and, in my opinion, their flawless interpretations of Soul and Maka…it makes me a little hesitant to post this. Thoughts are appreciated and constructive criticism is appreciated.