Title: Roulette
Pairing: Maka/Soul
Rating: G
Word Count: 139
Summary: She makes the gesture half for luck. He meets her halfway. Drabble.
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She has a split second before charging into battle, and in it, she whirls Soul up and plants a quick kiss on the cold flat of the blade. For luck, she assures herself calmly, and him when he makes sideways mention of it later.
He lets the subject drop and slouches off without pushing it, but the next time her head dips down on a whim, her lips meet a warm mouth instead of cold metal, and she draws back to see his face there like a reflection in the wide blade.
"If you're gonna kiss me for luck, kiss me for luck," he says, almost serious past the shark-toothed grin he's fighting. In the moment before they inevitably have to spin round and fend off the first opponent, Maka wonders if this is exactly what she planned for.
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Crossposted to
shibusen