Daisy - Innocence

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panties for days

The growth of Maka Albarn, Soul decides, can be measured by her panties. And no, not the sizes, the patterns and cuts.

He's been doing laundry in their respective household long enough to have seen it all.

When they're 12 and they have the whole world ahead of them, and he hates hates hates doing laundry 'cause it so isn't cool, especially a girl's laundry (isn't that where cooties breed!?) her panties are just really kind of plain. Flowers, smiley faces, innocent prints that don't mean anything. No words written across the butt, no lace, no real nothing. Just plain cotton panties. Age appropriate (which he is a little impressed that she didn't just skip straight to granny panties) and simple.

Then they're 13 and things start to change. He can't seem to eat, sleep, or jerk off enough (or grow, he swears those pants fit yesterday and now they're an inch above his ankles). And Maka gets even more bookish, which is a feat all unto itself really. Her panties stop being quite so cutesy patterned, more stripes, solid colors, and some polka dots. Nothing too major, nothing he can't put through the washer and dryer.

They don't really change again until they're 16 or so and he's still growing like a fiend and sleeping every chance he gets (the jerking off has subsided though, which is great, cause tissues in bulk were expensive and embarrassing to buy). Maka is still Maka, relatively unchanged as far as he's noticed. Her panties though...little bits of lace start to appear, and the cuts change too; more like boy shorts and other things that reveal more buttcheek than he is prepared to deal with when she's swinging him around during a fight.

It's weird and he isn't sure what to think about it (except he does think about it more than he would like). Especially the one pair that are not allowed to go into the dryer. That pair plagues him. They're kinda not even that sexy, just this sheer blue with a paler lace trim and when the hell does she wear those!? This is his meister! They're in each other's heads and souls and they live together for fucks sake! He has never in his life seen those on her.

So just who is she wearing them for?

It takes him a week to get over that thought.

By the time they are 18, he's so fucking done with the array of panties she now has. It's absurd. Like truly. There are the plain cotton ones, there are the black boy shorts, the sheer hipster ones that can't go in the dryer, there are the ALL lace ones (hnnng) that have to go in the bag with her bras (don't even get him started on her bras), and then he finds the red thong.

He is 18. He is cool. He is Soul Eater Evans, the Last Deathscythe. He is fucking awesome. (He is also kinda totally in love with his meister.)

He is fucking losing his shit because his innocent little meister has a red thong and he can't even fucking even. He can't even odd! What the actual fuck!? It was just sitting there on top of some black leggings in the laundry basket under a pair of his boxers. And he is staring in abject terror at it, frozen mid movement in front of the washing mashing, mouth gaping open, mind blank.

His Maka. Maka Albarn. Red thong. Thong. Red. Red thong. Maka. His Maka. Red thong.

Something between a laugh and a shriek and a groan bubbles up from the back of his throat. Because his mind has gone places it can never come back from. Soul can already tell that red thong is going to haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

"Everything okay in there?" Maka asks from the living room. As if this wasn't all her fault. God! He thought he was over this whole stupid kinda verging on creepy panty thing! She is his meister! They live together! Get your shit together Soul...it's just a red thong. That his meister wears.

WHY IS THIS SO HARD!?

Speaking of hard.

Fucking seriously. There is apparently no end to his shame in sight. And his fucking sweatpants are doing absolutely jack all nothing to hide his dick.

"Fine." he grunts, still displeased with the world and glancing between the thong and the tent he's pitched. Is there even a snarky comment he can make without coming off like a total douchebag? He'll get chopped regardless, that's already factored into the equation, it's just gotta be good enough to warrant being chopped.

"We aren't out of detergent are we?" Fucking shit! So he jumps like two feet in the air, cause his meister is a quiet little thing and can sneak up on him like nobody's business. "I thought we bought some recently. Or did you find another spider in the lint catch?"

Soul glares at her, one does not mention the spider in the lint catch. That's just below the belt.

"Was just wondering why you've got Liz's panties in our laundry, something you want to tell me?" Ha! Safe...kinda. Maybe. From the look on her face, not at all. Shit.

She glances at him and then to the basket and turns...well as red as the thong in question. It's a good shade on her. FUUUUUCK him. Wow.

"Those are mine. Not Liz's. I was just washing them because they're new."

Well, now he's really glad he had strategically kept his hips pointed against the washing machine, cause this boner refuses to go away. Hell, if he had any blood left in his system, he'd probably be blushing too. But nope, all busy down south.

"Seriously?"

"What's it matter to you? Why did you want to wear them?" Thanks but no thanks that is not in his repertoire of secret kinks. She's smirking like she's finally got the best of him.

"God no, but I'd love to see them on you." Waggling his eyebrows makes it clear that he's joking right? And not actually dying inside because yes, he really does want to see them on her.

Maka bites her lip and tilts her chin up, this usually means she is facing a challenge and is determined to win. But Soul's got not clue what she is trying to win. "What if I said I had been planning on wearing them on Valentine's Day for a little bit of extra courage?"

The fuck. "You're Maka Albarn, you've got all the courage in the world and then some. What would you need extra courage for?"

"This." She stands up on her tip toes to push their lips together, tilting her head so their noses don't bump.

Ya know, of all the things a red thong would lead to, he had not expected this. He kisses her back, nipping at her bottom lip like he's wanted to do for years, and the way she squeaks is kinda really cute. Forgetting that he has the world's largest tent in his pants, Soul turns and wraps his arms around her, pulling her to him.

And then she's giggling. Which is a weird and fantastic feeling against his lips. "Should I be upset that they have this effect on you and I'm not even in them?"

"Literally just the thought of you in them." Seems like he has a little blood left in him, cause his cheeks and ears feel hot as hell, "can't wait to see them on you."

"Well maybe we should have a sneak peek with the black one I got instead?"

Oh fuck him sideways, "yes please."