And Stein very nearly did buckle. He let out a shout of mingled surprise and pleasure, and moved his hand from her hair to the other side of the sink, to help hold himself up. At this point, he was just trying to stay on his feet.

Rusty? She definitely wasn't rusty, and Stein couldn't remember ever getting a better blow-job - or at least, never before had he gotten one that was so efficient and confident. Spirit had always been adorably resistant and shy.

"V-Vanessa," he managed to gasp a few minutes in, plea as much as warning that he was already dangerously close.