maka............ sometimes............... when two people are dating.......................... they kiss each other...................................................... on the lips..........................................................................
You look at her and she shines brighter than the stars that illuminate the night sky. Kaede Akamatsu could be considered one of the most beautiful girls Maka has ever had the pleasure of meeting. There was no need to play a game of goose-chase around her, there was no need to act sheepish around her, and yet by her proposal alone she is still taken aback by miles. Wide-eyed and robbed of breath, stopped mid-sentence by an embrace the epitome of passion, the intensity of her great love for her is felt through her arms as she pulls Maka closer, her hold a gesture of genuine adoration and absolute warmth.
“ Yeah..? ”
No one has ever loved her like this, can love her like this, this we-can-rule-the-world love, this not-even-God-can-touch-us love, this even-the-angels-are-jealous love, this of-biblical-proportions love, an entirely-accidental love so soft and sincere. Her soul thrums within her chest and dares to resonate with Kaede’s out of an act of wanting to be even closer– powerfully-romantic, a bond like no other. So, she leans in. Shyly, at first, as if testing the waters of her own boundaries before closing her eyes and doing exactly what she was told to do. Lip-gloss runs sweet on her lips– cherry flavored; Maka’s heart feels as though it’s going to leap out of her chest any moment now because of it. She closes her eyes in a farouche manner and puts forth the fact that she’s tense and needs some time to ease into the gentleness of the kiss. Normalizing these acts of affection were still foreign to her, it seems. Her voice did run quiet after all, dulling into a faint whisper between awkward pecks before she pulls away to look up at Kaede once more.
“ I know. ”
