Your Soul Belongs to Me (Soul & Maka)

Chapter 27--Soul & Christmas!!!

Soul's Point of View

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I roll my eyes as Maka stands in front of our very Charlie-Brown-looking Christmas tree, how can someone so smart be so stupid? She's slaving over the poor tree, trying to make it look beautiful despite the original pitiful appearance.

Santa is just a myth to have children believe there is something magic left in the world, but there is magic, there are witches in the world. So why can't there be Santa? My thoughts are arguing with themselves, logic battling secret desire.

It is Christmas Eve after all, we will know soon enough.

Maka lets out a deep breath and steps away from the tree, I have to admit, she really did make that tree look good for what she had to work with.

She looks to me, her deep emerald eyes sparkling, "Okay, here is how it's going to work. You are not allowed to put any presents under this tree. I don't care if you believe in Santa or not, I do and he's going to prove that to you."

"I can't even put your present under there?" I ask, it's so perfect, I can't wait to give it to her. I know she'll love it.

"No," she says, stubbornly.

"You're so cute like this," I chuckle.

"Shut up," she says, smiling despite herself. "Let's go to bed."

I check the clock, only three short hours until Christmas Day. I climb to my feet and grab for Maka's hand. We walk together to my bedroom, she strips of her clothes and puts on a t-shirt of mine before climbing into the bed and snuggling close to me.

I slowly fall asleep as Maka kisses my cheek and closes her eyes as well.

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Maka's Point of View

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When I wake up in the morning, I wrench myself out of Soul's arms and hurry out to the tree. It's empty, what?! Why is it empty? I rack my brain, we aren't kids anymore... That must be it, as I plop onto the couch I see an envelope in the tree.

Maka,
I know you're going to be sad that I can't deliver presents to you anymore, but you'll be happy to know I use your invention every year to make the delivery go much smoother. You aren't a kid anymore and I'm saddened, but we have the memories to make it better.
Remember the time your dad dressed up like me? I came up behind him and scared the pants right off if him, one of my best Christmases ever.
So, here is my last Christmas present to you, a necklace with a few charms to remember me by as the years pass. And when you have kids, I'll be more than happy to pop something under the tree for you here and there, but Soul might not get anything. Maybe some coal in his stocking, how about that?
Thank you, Maka, and Merry Christmas,
Santa Clause

As I finish reading, I hear the door open. I know Soul is going to say 'I told you so,' but have something better than any other proof, memories.

He wraps his arms around me from behind, not even noticing the empty tree.

"Merry Christmas," he says, nibbling on my ear. He sees the letter, "What's that?"

"A letter from Santa," I say. I pour the necklace into my hand and look at it. It's beautiful, a silver chain with a silver bell from his sleigh, a shrunken down reindeer antler, and a little Christmas tree. I smile at its simplicity, it's wonderful and I remember every encounter I had with Santa.

"Can you put this on me?" I ask Soul, his arms have tightened around me and I know he's jealous. Yes, jealous of Santa, makes so much sense. His fingers undo the clasp and he puts the necklace around my neck, when he's finished, I turn and smile at him.

"Merry Christmas, baby," I whisper.

"Merry Christmas," he whispers back in a semi-agitated voice.

"Are you jealous of Santa, right now?" I can't help but laugh at him.

"No," he lies. "I'm glad you were right."

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his nose, "I have to give your present, you'll have to wait a second, though." I jump away from him, hurrying to my bedroom.

As I disappear into my bedroom I hear him plop onto the couch, I had wrapped his present a week ago. It's a suit, a nice one at that. I know he likes dressing nicely, even if he never admits it. I got him black pinstriped slacks and a matching jacket, a red vest, a black dress shirt, an argyle red, black, and white tie, and silver skull cuff links.

He has a second part, but that can't be wrapped until later.

I walk back out to him, the wrapped boxes in my hands; he holds one small box in his hands. I can see the sadness on his face, he feels awful for only getting me one thing, but he has no reason to. I'm not a big present person, I never have been.

We exchange gifts and I watch him expectantly as he tears the wrapping paper off the first box. He opens it to find the dress shirt, tie, and cuff links; the expression change on his face is adorable. It goes from arrogant teenage boy-like, to as if he was a young boy at his first Christmas. I laugh at him and his bright eyes look up to me, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, honey," I say.

"Open yours," he says eagerly, moving the boxes from his lap.

I undo the tape on the side, trying to keep the paper pristine, for some unknown reason. I slide the box out of its home of wrapping paper and took the lid off of it, revealing another box. A velvet box. I open that box and find a beautiful blood diamond wrapped in a heart, half diamond, the other half black diamond. It was beautiful.

"Soul," my voice caught in my throat. "Thank you, I love you so much."

"I love you, too," he says, kissing my cheek.

"Open the rest of your gifts," I whisper. "And while you do, I'll wrap the last one."

I go into my bedroom, and take off my shirt and underwear. I take a roll of ribbon and wrap it around myself; around one of my legs, in the apex of my thighs, around my hips, up over my breasts, and down the opposite arm. I put a matching bow in my hair and waited for him to come in.

"Wow," was all that escaped his lips when he saw me.

He jumped onto the bed, unwrapping the ribbon from my body, before attacking it with kisses.

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Sorry for the late update guys! I was super busy over Christmas, not to mention my little bout of writer's block.

But it's all better now(;

Love you!

-C