Authors Notes: Hello! Thank you for choosing to read my fanfic. I was originally planning on making this a one-shot, but it got a mind of its own and I thought it would be best to make it a chapter tale. I am planning on 3-4 chapters. This is has not been checked for errors expect for my quick readings, so please let me know if you find anything. Constructive criticism is welcome! Also, I am very slow at updating, so please be patient!

Warning: This story is rate M for a reason. Please do not read if sexual acts and crude language offend you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

What Lies Beneath

Chapter 1

Maka Albarn wore white cotton panties.

Not just any plain pair of cotton panties. No, they had soft scalloped edges with a tiny pink bow in the center along the top edge. They were tiny, innocent and so fucking sexy. Soul was obsessed with them.

Soul could remember the first time he saw them. It was one of their first training sessions as partners and Maka was wearing her signature short skirt. She was awkwardly swinging him around, acclimating to his weight and balance, when his blade swept low to the ground and his large red eye was drawn to a flash of white between her legs. It was a brief glimpse, but it sent a flash of fire coursing through him. Was that…? Then it happened again, and again. Holy fucking shit. And when she rested her foot on his blade… FUCK! He had a full view of her mound covered in those virginal panties. The intense sexual desire that seared through him caused her to falter and glance down at him in concern. In retrospect, Soul was glad that their connection was so new because if she understood the feelings in his soul then he was sure she would have left him.

So he buried his desires deep down inside him and moved on. He became accustomed to the beauty he was blessed with daily and they grew as partners and friends. But those panties never left Soul's thoughts. Sometimes he would think about them when he was alone. Not that a cool guy like him would EVER admit that to anyone. But when he couldn't resist and he knew she was asleep he let the thoughts consume him. Something about the innocence of her under things on such a deadly package made his blood boil.

However, Soul had never been granted the opportunity to touch Maka's panties. In fact, he avoided them like the plague. He didn't think he could control himself if he did. But there he stood, gripping a pair of those goddamned underwear in his hands like he was going to rip them apart. Maka had decided that he didn't do enough (anything, in her words) around the apartment and had ordered him to do the laundry. The argument that his face helped to decorate the apartment with living art had rewarded him promptly with a Maka-Chop. So there he was a cool guy like him, frozen while folding laundry because he was holding the forbidden in his hands.

They were so soft, softer than he ever imagined. They felt like a favorite tee, worn and silky. He ran thumb over the delicate bow and noticed the small pearl nestled in its center. His hands relaxed and he spread them over his left palm and ran tip of his right finger across the scalloped edges. The panties were so damn small! He knew his meister was tiny, but fuck. The image of his hands gripping her hips slammed into him and his hands reflexively tightened to a white knuckled grip. Maybe they would still smell like her. Would they smell like paper and ink or musky? The urge to press them against his nose was overwhelming and his hands began to tremble.

"Soul! What are you doing! You're going to tear them!"

Maka's gloved hands reached around him and snatched the panties from his grip. "Pervert!" She glared at him while smoothing the fabric between her hands. "They're called delicates for a reason!" He watched her over his shoulder begin to fold them into a tiny, neurotic square and then place them gently on the pile of already folded clothes. She surveyed the small pile of clean and folded clothing on top of the dryer and compared it to the massive pile of soiled laundry by the washer. "It's about time you started the laundry, I put on my last pair of clean underwear today."

Soul's entire body tightened like a bowstring as he words flew through him. What would she have done if she ran out of panties? Would she go commando? The prospect of catching a glimpse of her naked pussy under her skirt had his dick hard in an instant. FUCK! He couldn't decide if he was happy or sad that he had caved and began the laundry.

"Soul?"

His entire body jerked at her soft questioning voice. Glancing down at his hands he saw they were in a white-knuckled grip on the washer. "Are you ok?" Her soul brushed against his
curiously with a taste of worry peeking through. He needed a boner killer stat before she picked up on the cause of his rioting emotions. Soul silently chanted the mantra "Black*Star's thong, Kid in spandex, Chicks with dicks… Black*Star's thong, Kid in spandex, Chicks with dicks… Black*Star's thong, Kid in spandex, Chicks with dicks…" He glanced down quickly at his softening member. Effective. Disgusting, but effective.

"I'm fine Maka. Just fucking irritated I have to spend the day folding your goddamn cooter covers. Why the hell do you wear preschooler panties anyways? Maybe I should buy you a fucking stuffed ani-"

"MAKA-CHOP!"

He was officially flaccid. The Maka-chop, poster-child of all boner-killers and his secret weapon. God bless meisters with anger management issues. Soul knew Maka was yelling something at him, he could see her lips moving from his viewpoint on the floor, but he couldn't hear her through the ringing in his ears. However, the hostility attacking him through the soul wavelength pretty much said it all. He should be happy considering that he just saved their partnership from the awkward "why is your dick hard?" conversation, but he couldn't feel his fingers; the beginning of permanent damage, perhaps? The spots in his vision where starting to fade and he saw that she was no longer yelling and was simply glaring at him. "Jerk," she muttered. Her toes were tapping impatiently. "Are you done insulting me?"

"Eh."

"Then get your butt off the floor and get your shoes on, we're late for training." With that, she pivoted on her heel and stalked down the hallway.

This day was just getting better and better. First he's tempted into sniffing her soft panties, then she bombards his brain with images of her going commando, and now the torture will continue with views of her ass and snatch covered in white fabric bombarding his eyes (or eye).

Shit.

TBC