A/N: ErisandDysnomia tagged a post on Tumblr about pillow talk between Soul and Maka resulting in how he knew how to draw his soul on that one armband, and then the opening Black Paper Moon was giving me feels, so I decided to write about it. Enjoy!


He just wants to hold her.

Soul likes the weight of her against him. Whether it be her pressed up to him, their abs touching as he dances with her and spins her around, her sides pressed against his as they sit on the couch watching something together, or her laying against his bare chest after she's come down from a climax. He likes the feel of her skin, soft and smooth despite her scars and past injuries.

His favorite thing in the world is having his arms wrapped her small frame as they lay in bed, simply talking. Her steady and healthy heart beat against his skin is what keeps him going, is what he lives for, and is what he strives to protect.

Sure, making out, kissing, and - hell yeah - sex is great. Better than great. However, Soul "Eater" Evans is a cuddle whore. He'd never admit to it, especially after having been teased by Black*Star when the blue haired assassin walked in on Soul standing behind Maka, arms wrapped around her waist, chin in the crook of her neck as she was cooking. Soul can't help that it's one of his favorite things to do though!

Maka doesn't complain. Even though around other people she's not as touchy, Maka is only slightly less of a cuddling addict than Soul is. Truth be told, she loves the weight of his arms around her waist as much as he loves putting them there. She loves dancing with him even though she trips over her own feet, because his arms are always there, tight and safe around her waist to catch her.

They spend one morning just talking endlessly, not caring about their toes sticking out of the sheets, or the cool breeze coming though the window, because they're warm up against each other. Skin against skin, his arms wrapped around her like a shield.

She in return warms him up, with her smiles and her laughter, her little giggles as he makes a stupid joke or two. He rests his chin on the crown of her head, and she reminds him that he needs to shave later today or tomorrow morning. In all honesty though, she kind of like his stubble hairs; they tickle a bit. Soul grunts in response, but he makes a note of it, because no matter how stubborn she is, Maka knows best. She just needs help knowing best sometimes.

"Soul," She asks.

"Yeah," He responds, moving his head so their foreheads touch and he can look in her eyes.

Her hand trails along his chest, her fingers tracing his scar up and down until she softly presses her palm against his heart.

"Did I ever tell you ... What your soul looks like?"

Soul thinks for a moment before he shakes his head, his hair brushing against her bangs.

"It looks like those human souls we see on our missions, except yours has a point at the top. Kind of like, you know you hair right here," And she runs her hand through his hair to show him which part of his hair she's talking about.

"And it's got a line on it too, kind of like a mouth. The line is like curved up and down your teeth," She tells him, and he flashes her one of his shit eating grins causing her to laugh a little.

"Yeah, like that," She mumbles.

He runs a hand through her hair, and he genuinely smiles at her this time, a smile that always causes her heart to speak a beat. Soul kisses her gently, before he applies more pressure to her lips, which she equally returns. He pulls away from her mouth, and his lips attach to the smooth skin of her neck as he kisses her there.

"I love you Maka," He says against her skin.

She pulls her arms around his neck tighter, letting her fingers run through his hair.

"I love you too, Soul."

And he gets to hold her some more.