Heart and Soul (Soul Eater X Reader)

Chapter 15

                 Since there was no way to know for sure who all was infected by Zelena's spell, the whole city was required to get an anti-hex vaccine of sorts. So the next few days that's what kept us busy. It was boring work, but those were some good days, laughing with my friends and new boyfriend, taking it relatively easy.
"How's things with Soul going?" Maka asked one day, "Miss being single yet?"
"Not yet. They're going good, but not much has changed just yet, Hopefully tonight will change that a little. We're going on our first real date,"
"Really? Where's he taking you?"
"Enzo's actually,"
"Ooh, fancy!"
"I know. I'm leaving early to buy a new outfit,"
Maka wrinkled her nose, "I don't know if that's necessary. Souls not that kind of guy."
"Gimme a break, Maka. This is only the second first date I've ever been on,"
"Oh, that's right. How's things with Kid by the way? He still thinks you're with Soul just to make you jealous?" she smirked.
"I think so. At least he's not saying it out loud anymore. Did you break up with Julius?"
Maka sighed, "Yeah, it was rough."
"So what now? Enjoying the single life?"
"For now. I've actually been writing to Crona more. You remember them?"
"Mm, maybe? You think something's there?"
"I don't know,"
"Hey, are you still gonna have us train more?" I asked.
"I'd like to, why?"
"I want to work on being able to to resonate with Soul,"
"You haven't been able to yet?"
"No, which is odd, since we're you know..."
"Having lots of sex?" Maka grimaced, disgusted, but still laughed at me, "The strongest activity for soul bonding we know."
"Exactly...only don't call it an activity."

That night I looked at my new outfit in my floor length mirror, double-checking that everything was in just the right place. Five minutes past when he said he'd pick me up, Soul buzzed my apartment and I came down to meet him. He was standing next to his bike as usual in black slacks and leather jacket and gray button down. His mouth dropped at the sight of me,
"You look amazing!"
"You do too," I kissed him and hopped on behind him.
By the time we got to the restaurant, my hair was mussed from the wind. I started to run off to the bathroom to fix it, but Soul stopped me,
"Something wrong?"
"Oh, just my hair,"
"Your hair looks fine,"
"No, no, it got thrown around—"
"Hold still," he grumbled, carding his hands through my hair. It was as if it was the first time he'd touched me all over again. I just stared.
Soul finally gave me a fangy grin, "There. Perfect."
I touched my hair, gingerly. It was still not even, "Really?"
Now the smile turned into a frown, "Of course. What's wrong? You seem so nervous today."
"I just...want everything to be perfect for our first date—I want to be perfect for you,"
Now, to my surprise, Soul laughed, "You've been dating Kid for too long. I like you for you. You don't have to try. You look amazing tonight, but I'd still take you out if you'd shown up in a T-shirt and sweatpants."
I burst out laughing, remembering what Maka said, "Really? Here too?"
"Hell yeah! I'd show you off anywhere in anything," he flicked open the menu aggressively, "Now lets get some food already. This place has incredible pasta."

We had our pasta and a couple glasses of wine, laughing together the whole evening. I slowly loosened up and felt like myself again. After dessert, Soul took me back to my apartment.
"Wanna come in?" I asked, hoping he caught the undertones.
"Course. I've never seen your place,"
"See?" he said to the stars as we crossed the parking lot, "Not all guys are Kid."
"Right. Sorry about all that,"
He shrugged, "No worries. I didn't think Kid messed you up that bad."
"He didn't mess me up. He just has high standards, and he was my first and only boyfriend, so I didn't know what to expect from anybody else,"
"Don't get me wrong, he's a good guy, I just pity the next girl who tries to meet those 'standards.' Dude needs to take a chill pill or he'll end up alone,"
"Let's not talk about Kid anymore, okay?" I said, abruptly, remembering Maka's question earlier today.
If Soul noticed, he didn't say anything, just, "Sure."
I unlocked my door, "This is me."
We stepped in and Soul took a sweeping look around before laughing, "It's cute."
"Well, we can't all be in the penthouse,"
"I'm not in the pent—Oh, hello," he jumped as my cat brushed against his leg.
"Oh, that's Heathcliff. Don't tell me you don't like cats, Soul," I scooped up the tomcat.
"No, cats are cool. I'm just a little wary of them,"
"Oh, yeah, you guys had that...What was it? Blair?"
"Heh, yeah,"
"What was she like?"
"Oh, you know, bubbly, big boobs, didn't understand personal space,"
I was about to make a comment about him being fifteen and not minding, but I bit my tongue, knowing better. I set Heathcliff on the table and grabbed Souls hands, "I see. Well, let's go to my room and we can invade each others personal space consensually."
Soul furrowed his brows, "Er..."
"That sounded a lot sexier in my head. Can we pretend I didn't say that?"
He laughed and nodded, "Sure."
I led him to my bedroom, closing the door on poor Heathcliff and slipping off my dress, "Okay, you do need to appreciate my new lingerie for just a moment. It wasn't cheap."
Souls gaze was sweeping up and down my body, "You do look good."
"And the bra unclips from the front, see?"
"Oh, it does..."
"You still can't get it, can you?"
"No. Please help. Who designs these things—witches?!"