Shit faced

Yeah yeah, I know how short those chapter quit whinning at me! But you love me for posting these all at once. Again I'm sorry for the short chapters but there is a big one coming up and it LEmon-y and filled with drama

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Chapter 4 Attacked by morning memories~

Soul stumbled through the streets disorianted. He yawned, he was tired from all the booze and his friends. All Soul wanted to do right now was go crawl in bed and face the hang over tomorrow.

Maka stood at the kitchen stove making soup. She had thick sliced french bread buttered for Soul and this was to go down smoother. She stirred the soup and tasted it from the latle. She sighed at the wonderful taste of chicken soup. She turned off the burner and pulled a small salad from the fridge and grabbed a fork.

"I never get to eat like this when Soul's around, he would just say I'm being stupid and that I'd get too skinny just eating salads." Maka thought aloud smiling at her vegtable dinner. Maka threw away the left over part into the trash and rummaged through the drawers for a fork and grabbed her salad, plopping on the couch and flipped on to a romantic comedy movie. Maka stabbed the salad with a fork and awaited her scythe's return.

Three Hours later

Maka was snoozing on the couch with the credits playing on the T.v. Her glass of milk empty and salad bowl on the ground just below her hand. Maka had one leg and one arm over the edge of the sofa while her other arm was across her belly and her leg propted up on the head rest. Mouth wide open and her as slightly sliding off the meeting point of the back and arm of the sofa. Soul stumbled in and flicked on the kitchen lights. He noticed Maka sprawled out on the couch. He slammed the door loudly causing Maka to jolt away and spring forward landing on face. She picked her self off the floor and examined his Soul. 'No Lust, huh. Well thats better' Maka glided over to the kitchen as Soul just stood there stupidly, she grabbed two glasses and filled them with tap water. Soul gazed Maka's backside. She was wearing loose short shorts and a tank top. Soul kicked off his shoes and headed towards her. Soul wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Thank you," Maka tried to look him in the eye but his hair covered them. Still feel no sensation of Lust Maka smiled sweetly blushing. 'He is so drunk he isn't going to remember any of this when he wakes up. I wonder if he...' Maka's thought trailed off as she turned to face him with his arms still around her.

"It was no problem what are friends for right?" Maka saw his eyes, he was still clearly drunk but look almost normal. "C'mere" Maka wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

"Hey...Maka..." Maka leaned back so their face were inches away from each other. Soul tightened his grip on her.

"Soul... are you okay besides being drunk?" Maka leaned in a little closer. Soul could feel her breath on his cheeks. He couldn't stand it anymore. Soul closed the gap between them catching Maka by surprise. His lips crashed into her's. Maka was wide eyed and stunned. Her first kiss was by a drunk Soul, of course she always wanted her first anything to be with him, but when he was in his right state of mind. It was a little sloppy but that wasn't what Maka was focusing on. She couldn't get out of his grip and couldn't grab anything to hit him with. Soul's soul was suddenly filled with lust. He broke away and smirked.

"How was that, you feel like coming into my room now?" He whispered as if it was a secret. Maka's blush increased ten fold. She tried backing away but she was still caught. Soul gave her his signutre grin 'This isn't good'