screwloose | [FML another RL ^_~ Between Stein and Vanessa]

Vanessa couldn't stand it anymore, a cock being so close without actually being in her. She couldn't stand it so much that she used those leg muscles of hers and forced him down, practically impaling herself on his length. She bucked beneath him, hands going to his hair and again forcing him closer. She kissed him like she kissed Kashika or William, with as much need and want and hunger as she felt when she went through pleasure denial at work and finally, finally! got one of the girls to relieve her pain.

"Can...you feel me?" she asked through kisses, breathless. "You can, right? Inside...of me. You can feel me. Feel how real I am...nngh..."

He groaned loudly and bucked his hips against her, shifting and thrusting hard into her body as she pulled him against her. He buried his face in her soft hair and tightened his fingers around the back of her neck, holding her tight as he thrust mindlessly.

"Yes...yes I feel you," he gasped, scarcely hearing his own words. He could scarcely believe it, but it was real. He accepted it now, and he could feel the fog beginning to lift from his mind. He could feel that weight lifting, even as he pounded into her.

"I feel you. God, Vanessa..." His fingers tightened, bruising. "Stay with me. Please."

Her eyes squeezed shut at the bruising tightness he was gripping her with, and she writhed a little in his grasp even as he met his erratic thrusts with her own hips. She couldn't believe he'd gone from zero to sixty so fast. She'd just come over to see that body and somehow wound up in his bed.

Funny how it worked out between her and doctors, wasn't it? First it was Italian than an alleyway, now it was a reanimated corpse and bloodplay.

"I...I'll stay the night," she said resolutely. "I'll...mmf...fuck...I'll call Jack in the morning. I still have to work, you--nngh!--know...I have...an article to write..."

She pulled away to give him the best smile she could at that point in time. "I'll definitely stay with you, though."

He nodded distractedly, pleasure pounding through him as he took her body. Blood smeared on both of their chests. He heard her words, but all he really got out of them was that she was going to stay, stay a bit longer. And somewhere, in the tiny spark of his sanity, he knew that it was best for him not to be alone.

"Yes, yes...Vanessa," he gasped, meeting her smile with another bruising, demanding, devouring kiss. His fingers loosened a little, a bit of the terrible urgency beginning to ebb even as his pleasure mounted. He reached down between them, rubbing her clit with his fingers, somewhere distantly aware that he had moved fast, and wanting to pleasure her as well.

Vanessa shouted at her clit being touched, nearly sitting up straight in the process. To compensate for her sudden movement, however, she took the neck proffered her and bit down on it, and none-too-gently, either. "Y-You don't have to!" she protested, but the need in her voice gave it away that she actually wanted it this time around. "I'm...used to going without!"

He liked that reaction, and rubbed a little harder, tilting his head to let her bite his pale throat.

Her words earned her a disbelieving look. "Don't be... silly," he said, shaking his head. His mind was clearing, but it was hard to talk with his breaths coming so fast and his own orgasm spiralling closer. "I don't... want you to go without. I want you to feel me, too."

He frowned faintly. Did Birkin let her go without? He'd have words with him if that were the case.

"Oh, I feel you!" she replied with a breathless moan. "I certainly do!"

Her hands grew spastic, clutching at his hair, then at his shoulders, his neck, his back, even to that fucking bolt on top of his head. When her hand found it, she pulled down on it, forcing his neck to open up to her more before biting it much harder this time around, feeling the coppery taste of blood warm her mouth. "Fuck," she moaned again, tears welling up in her eyes, "I think I like this bloodplay thing, Doctor Stein!"

He cried out involuntarily as she grabbed the bolt, jerking roughly as his thoughts went a little haywire. He felt pain shoot through him and groaned as well. He was more of a sadist than a masochist, but he was far too far gone in the pleasure to really care right now.

He thrust forward again, throwing his head back against her grip as he emptied himself with a shout into her body. "V-Vanessa!"

"WHAT!?" she cried back, almost there and whimpering like a kicked dog and encouraging his hand by bucking up into. "W-What, love? What is it? D-Did it hurt too m-much?"

Her hand let go of the bolt and came to hold the other side of his neck as she licked up every drop of blood to the best of her ability and sucked it to the surface, which would leave a substantial hickey in the morning. She bit her lip when it started to, when she felt... "Oh my God..."

He shook his head, writhing against her, his fingers rubbing frantically against her clit. He wanted to feel her clenching around him before he had to pull out. He wanted to feel her.

"No, I...I'm okay," he reassured her, gasping. "Vanessa... come for me. Come for me. I want to feel you!"

"Almost..." she gasped again, fingernails raking down his sides and leaving marks in their wake. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck again, blood smearing against her wrist, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. "I...oh...Jesus Christ!"

She clenched so tightly around him he may as well have had a cock ring on. There was a pained, glorious shout at the end of it, and then she fell back on the bloodied bed, spent and panting and rubbing her forehead with the heel of one hand.

He cried out again when he felt her body clenching around him, and collapsed on top of her, just barely stopping himself from dropping his full weight on top of her by supporting himself with one elbow.

He bent his head and kissed her neck tenderly, his breathing starting to calm. "Thank you," he murmured.

She panted underneath him, a trembling hand coming up to the bitten side of his neck and pressing on it gently, watching the purple and black as it lifted up to the pale skin there. She shifted underneath him so he could lay on top of her if he wished, her hand moving down to feel the blood that was staining her breasts and torso. She didn't really know what to say to that, so she grew quiet, bloodied fingers moving back into his hair. Hey, if he didn't care about it being on his sheets, why the fuck would he care about it being in his hair?

Once her panting had calmed down, she took both sides of his head in her hands--fingers carefully parting so she didn't touch his bolt this time around--and forced him to look at her.

"It's no problem, really," she replied after a moment, catching her breath and looking like she was already ready for me. "It appears you needed a distraction and that was what I was. Was it incredible for you, too?"

Stein felt a shot of pain at the touch to the bitten place, and only now realized that she'd bitten him and drawn blood. He shifted slowly, drawing from her body and settling on his side next to her. He didn't resist the pressure of her hand and he lifted his head up and smiled. The madness in his eyes was banked, and he looked far more lucid than he had since she arrived.

"Incredible," he agreed, smiling softly, and nuzzled her hair gently in thanks. "I think I needed...a wakeup call. And you did give me one in the most delightful way."

He lifted his head once more and glanced down at the cuts to her body, his eyes lingering upon them for a moment or two, but he didn't apologize. "You said something about staying the night. Is that still okay?"

She laughed slightly, rolling over on her side and putting a bloodied finger to his lips. "Shhh, yes. Of course it's fine. I don't mind in the least."

She wriggled next to him, beaming brilliantly as she did so. Her finger moved in between his lips, forcing its way past his teeth and wiggling it inside his mouth, over his tongue and on the roof of his mouth. "Are you used to sleeping with women without using a condom, Doctor Stein?"

He blinked, suckling on her finger and tasting blood. Then he drew back, grasping her wrist with one hand and pulling it down so he could talk.

"I...didn't even think. I usually am very careful, please forgive me," he said, a tiny bit close to panic. And he started to disentangle himself. "I have some morning after pill in my lab. And I should draw some blood from you before you go."

Way to kill the mood.

"No, honey, no," she said with a chuckle, pulling him back down and wrapping her leg around his to keep him there. "We have specialized doctors at work. I get a shot that keeps me from getting pregnant. Cutting edge stuff, really. But sometimes I take the pill anyway, when I'm having special visits."

She tapped his bolt gently. "No need to worry, Steinie~"

He struggled for a moment, then relaxed into her embrace once more at her words.

Then he smiled and chuckled softly. "Good, then I won't," he murmured, brushing light fingers over her skin, careful not to touch any part of her chest that might be painful.

His lips twisted wryly. "If you couldn't tell, it's been a while since my last time."

She looked down in between them, noticing all the blood. She looked back up at him, returning that wry little smile of his. She leaned forward to nip at his ear before whispering, "You want to get cleaned up? I know you just showered, but it looks like I got you dirty all over again, doesn't it?"

He chuckled, shivering at the bite to his ear. "So long as you come with me," he murmured into her ear, nipping lightly in return.

He frowned, a memory surfacing. It was still hard to remember much of the last week, though he was thinking more clearly than he had in over a week. "And was I confused, but was there a lot of blood at one point? Did I cut your back?"

"Of course there was," she replied, putting her hand behind her back and coming away with blood from the sheets. She looked behind her after a moment. "Jesus, that's a lot. There's a pool of blood over here. I didn't realize I'd lost this much...funny. I don't feel faint at all."

She smiled back at him before crawling over him and standing up. "Shower. Now. Need to get this literally bloody mess off of us, don't we?"

He shifted and got up, a little dizzy at first. When had he last eaten?

"Let me examine that cut first and stitch it up if it needs it," he said, slipping an arm around her and leading her barefoot towards the door. "Then we'll see if we can't get cleaned up properly."

Smiling and more comfortable than he'd been in a long time, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. It was going to be a bit of a wrench to send her on back to Birkin, but perhaps he wouldn't mind sharing once in a while. Either that or Birkin was going to freak out on him for the cuts. He'd just have to see.

"Uhm...all right," she replied, confused, letting him lead her. She didn't even mind that she was still totally nude while he had his pants unbuckled around his waist. Well, if they were going to shower together, what was the point in him feeling self-conscious about anything?

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He did push his pants off and leave them in a bloody heap before leaving the bedroom. He went just across the hall to a rather creepy bathroom with a chipped sink and a mirror that was literally shattered.

"Here, lean over the sink," he said, running the water and grabbing a sponge. "I think this one is a bit deep, but I need to clean it up."

Leaning over the sink with a doctor behind her was all too familiar. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked into the mirror, at her cracked and twisted expression in it. She didn't pick up on the creep factor all that much as she gripped the sides of the sink, humming slightly.

"Ready when you are."

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