They collapse, more than step, over the threshold of their marriage suite; they are exhausted. Soul had lifted Maka up only at the last minute and barely manages not to drop her; she chuckles as her stockinged feet hit the floor with a thwump, saying “I knew you should have just transformed and let me carry you.”
Soul snorts, but ruffles his hair and says, “You may have been right. Usually are.”
"Am I?" Maka yawns, stretching her arms over her head. She slowly peels the long white gloves down; months ago, she had thought it seemed sweet, an ode to her combat gloves she wore so often, but now the tiny hairs on her arms feel oddly matted. She wiggles her fingers in the air.
"Usually," he says tiredly, following her to the lush bed, spread with maroon comforter and little chocolates on the pillows. There is a bottle of champagne cooling next to the pillows and a CD of classic love songs — as if they’d need any help getting into the mood. Maka could drive him crazy with only a glance, though they are both dead tired and he is far more looking forward to lazy morning sex than anything now.
Maka turns and flops onto the bed, arms spreadeagled and delicate bun askew. Soul laughs softly as she waggles a foot at him.
"Help," she says, but it is a sleepy voice that asks, not a sexy voice.
He kneels (he fears he may not get up again — his legs are like jelly — but he knows Maka will haul him up; she won’t let him sleep on the floor). Soul reaches under the voluminous skirts that hide his meister’s long legs and finds the top of the stocking at her thigh. Her skin is smooth and soft, but she only flings an arm over her eyes and sighs as he begins to roll it down.
"You’re beautiful," he says, turning droopy eyes to her face. She moves her arm and sits up to smile at him.
"And you’re intelligent," Soul murmurs, leaning forward to press his lips against her skin.
"And you’re brave," he whispers, moving onto the other stocking.
"And you’re charming, when you want to be," he says, shucking the thin clothing away as she giggles. He climbs up her body, using the bed as leverage because he can barely stand, and lays his lips over hers.
"And I love you," he breathes between her teeth.
"And you’re the best partner I could ask for," Maka says quietly, and he hears every meaning of the word. "And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. After we sleep."
"After we sleep."