If this was going to go anywhere, I had to pull away and just breathe.

Lips removed themselves from another's, the quiet gasp resounding through the room like the booming of cannons you hear about in history books. Hands traveled from hipbones to cheeks and pieces of stray hair, forests of green clicking open to gaze into a quiet river stream nestled between a bustling city and a forgotten world. I could feel bones singing with only the good kind of liquor, the glowing usually hidden behind a façade of silent suffering floating through the air steaming around our heated bodies.

Her hair was askew and rumpled between my fingers, her chest vibrating with the feisty fiesta taking a hold of her heart, lungs reciprocating to the human need for oxygen. I smiled as my eyes swam over her cheeks growing red under my touch, a jaw clenching in pleasure not yet known to such a small frame and again, to the chest harboring the heart that only beat like this for me; that only let blood flow through her diseased veins like this, for a scythe meister named Maka Albarn.

She was honestly nothing short of breathtaking.

She smiled a smile of her own, hesitantly at first; her fingers plucking mine once again in some way to grab onto the reality she had lost only moments ago. Gently, I tipped her chin up with hands that were usually home to a pair of worn-down and rusty gloves, fragile fingernails like that of a newborn's scraping against untouchable skin nestled on a raised clavicle. Goosebumps ran across her skin like hyped up runners do in a marathon, the over-exaggerated tracks in their shoes stamping words too deep for English dictionaries.

I didn't have to pay much attention to notice the slight rise of her back, or the way her knees shuddered like a quarter stuck between two blocks of dry ice. Her nails dug into the blades of my shoulders, bones giving their own shiver to correspond with the quaking in her body.

I broke into a grin, the chuckle reverberating throughout my throat settling on the wild geese seated on Crona's neck. Who would have honestly thought that, out of all the people in the world, I would end up falling head over heels for the girl who almost broke my weapon and I in half? Before she stumbled along with that unspeakable snake, the demon that took hold in Soul's teeth didn't tamper in our battles, and I didn't have these crazy dreams about running my hands over hips that are too much like my own and yet, so foreign they could be the mountains of the Himalayas and I wouldn't have the slightest inkling.

Who would have known that my heart would beat along with the Nile River, my knees following the many Egyptians to worship something so plentiful and unselfish that it's surely nothing short of unfathomable? I wouldn't have guessed that my eyes would be drawn away from the patched up professor rambling on about another dissection to the girl sitting beside me, her always nervous hands fiddling with a piece of string that had fallen off Kid's jacket, resulting in him to, once again, spit up blood and fall over.

I never would have known that her smile would be able to stir oceans in me that are more tragic than the hundreds deceased abroad the Titanic.

I hadn't realized that my eyes had slipped closed, or that Crona's hands had slowly slipped off my shoulders to hesitantly hover above my hips, her Nile River eyes looking more like an unsure summer sky.

"Maka? Is it okay if I maybe… Well, I figure, if you can make me feel so… good, then I should be able to do the same, right?" Her eyes were glued to the ground, her lower lip was lodged between teeth and her hands were still hovering.

I grabbed her hands, placing them up and around my shoulders again, my head shaking, pigtails following accordingly. "No, Crona. This night is for you, not for me. I only want you to feel good, and I want to be the only one who's allowed to do it." I smiled, as sweetly as a scythe meister could manage, and my lips found hers in a sweet millisecond. "I love you, and I need to show you how much."

The smile turned into a grin upon the look gracing my darling flamingo's face; so full of confusion and innocence that one would think that she hadn't been in this world more than a few years.

"But first, you'll have to let me introduce you to my bed. It can't be that comfortable propped up against that door, huh?" She nodded her head, the look of confusion still creating beautiful pieces of Michelangelo on her face, her hand falling in the spaces left in mine. Our feet made it to the small rumpled bedding that tired bones called home after battling kishin after kishin, ridding the world of lost souls too much like my precious cuckoo's.

I heaved a great sigh out of my chest, flopping down on my bed, my arms fitting snugly against Crona's waist, the sheer tug-and-pull of my need finding a way to land her in my lap, her gangly limbs lying amongst mine.

"Maka, you're okay, aren't you? I didn't… Do something to make you upset again, did I?" My brow crinkled at that. Again? When had she ever made me upset, except for the time she sliced a certain sharp-toothed octopus head in half, or the time I had to battle her when preventing the kishin to awaken (which hadn't turned out so well). As long as you're not Black*Star, you can't possibly upset me that often. I cocked my head to the side; offering up a smile that I hoped wasn't too confused.

"Crona, you haven't made me upset in a long, long time. I mean, sure, there were those instances, but, learn to forgive and move on, right?" I smiled a bit more broadly, my hands rubbing small circles into the confines of her hips. "I could never be upset, or angry, at you. It's just… Not something I'm capable of doing."

I heard the snap of her eyes closing, and her forehead automatically met mine, her lips parted much too close. What was…?

"Cron-" The word hadn't so much as slipped past my lips before I felt her own crashing upon mine like some tragic tidal wave sent out to kill. Her hands were delving into my hips like bulldozers commanded to create a brand new apartment complex, sharp index fingers causing too tight lips to break free, a quiet gasping meeting a rumbling panting. Her eyes were narrowed too much like Medusa's, the blue in them meeting my green oceans in a midsummer thunderstorm calamity. Was this seriously happening?

"Maka… I just want you to feel… I want you to feel like I do when you're around me. I get this really hard beating in my chest, and it feels like there are all these butterflies just wanting to be set free right here." She gestured to her stomach, this wistful smile overtaking the confines of her facial features. "You make feel like I'm worth so much more than… Than M-Medusa ever said I would be, and I just… Maka, I love you. I think… I really think that I love you more than anything else in the world."

The smile settled on her face was so genuine and beautiful that I couldn't really stop my hand from reaching up to curl around her cheek, or how my free arm found a way to wrap itself around her thin frame, tipping her back while desperate lips attached themselves too a throat so sinful it only came off as holy. Her body vibrated with the whine released from her diaphragm, along with the pained whimper coming from mine. "Crona, please let me make you mine." I hadn't really meant for the request to come out so demanding, but her body certainly didn't seem to mind.

She sat up, staring into my eyes as intently as a cat ready to kill, and I swear that all the bones in my body shivered when she spoke. "T-Take me, Maka."

Okay, so, I do realize that I said that I was going to include smut in this chapter, but it's been forever and I don't want to screw up my first honest smut, you know?

Plus, this is Soul Eater, and no one should screw up Soul Eater for the fun of it.

So, please leave a review? I enjoy them. Much like bunches of coconuts. :3