SoMa One-Shots

Actions Speak Louder than Words

Tsubaki is happily with BlackStar, and I'm still staying at Soul's house. I no longer hold a grudge against Tsubaki. I mean, if Soul proposed to me, I'd accept in a hummingbird's heartbeat. Since Soul and I are best friends, he insisted that I move in with him. I thought, why the hell not? Why not move in with the guy I'm in love with? Again? Oh, the irony.
Throughout the last couple days, I've tried persuading Soul to tell me who he has his eye on. I hope it's me. It's probably some random slutty bitch though. Him like me? A flat-chest, still after all these years? That just doesn't add up.
"Hey, Soul, call over the group- we're having a game of 'Would you rather?'! I yell down to him.
A few minutes later, the old gang is reunited, all of us sitting on the floor in a circle. Our twist on Would you Rather is a bit extreme- if it's not life-threatening, then you have to actually do it. Liz starts. "Kid, would you rather kiss me or Patty?" She asks, her cheeks pink. "You," Kid replies, blushing. (Yep, I may kinda take turns with who I ship Kid with CUZ I JUST CANT DECIDE)
Kid pulls her into a kiss, then releases her. "My turn," he says, his eyes scanning the crowd, then landing on my widened ones, and I suddenly feel scared. What if Liz put him up to something? "Would you rather play 8 minutes in heaven with Soul, or make out with him right now?" Shit. Thanks a lot, Liz. I feel my cheeks heat up, and I think, No way am I going to force this on Soul. I don't look at Soul, afraid of what I'll see in his expression. "Sev- I mean, 8 minutes in heaven." (SEE WUT I DID DERE?) I keep my head down as Kid pulls me to the closet, along with Liz dragging Soul. They open the door and shove us in unceremoniously, locking the door behind us. It's dark, so dark that it's almost tangible. I finally look at Soul, glad that he can't see my facial expression in the dark. I'm probably hallucinating -again- but I think I see Soul's eyes darken with lust. "Umm, hi." I say nervously, "So, what do you want to ta-" I'm cut off as hot lips press against mine, and I'm pinned to the wall. I kiss back just as ferociously, my instincts and craving for my former partner controlling me. I taste sweet strawberries and- pineapple? "Okay, maybe not talking," I manage, gasping, as he pulls away. And we don't have to tell each other anything as he urgently tugs my lips back towards his and I comply, my heart soaring in triumph: sometimes actions speak louder than words.