A/N: So I've been watching Soul Eater religiously since it came out and I got a very general plot bunny yesterday, general as in it could fit any couple really, so I decided to add to the very empty and sad little Soul Eater fandom. Enjoy

He had waited for this very moment. The moment when her green eyes would meet his in a mutual agreement, her face flushed with nerves to match the shy smile spreading over her little pink lips.

Oh yes, he had waited for this moment. But as their lips finally touched and the seconds slipped past revealing a deeper more sensual kiss Soul found himself a little confused. Maka didn't taste like anything. He searched her mouth slowly with his tongue eliciting a small mewl from the scythe master but still no flavor came to mind.

All the times he'd listened to Maka ramble on about "this book, or that fanfic," she'd described how the author said "she tasted like strawberries, or he tasted like cinnamon." Some going so far as to say the person being kissed tasted like sunshine.

How can you taste like sunshine? Honestly.

But Maka tasted like nothing. If he had to put a word to it, he'd say she tasted like saliva, which wasn't an entirely bad thing considering he most likely tasted the same way. It was warm, wet and very slightly awkward for a first kiss.

Later, Soul would describe it to Black Star as the greatest two minutes of his life.