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

Stein stood under the spray of the shower, wondering if he had really just finished the project, and whether he had really broadcast the moment of his triumph to the community.

And whether Vanessa really was coming over.

He didn't spare much time wondering why.

Marie had been packed off elsewhere when he started the project some... well, apparently a week ago now. He didn't think about her, either. Or Kid, or anyone who might be worried about him. Instead he dried off, dressed again, and went back to his lab to scrub the blood off the floor. He'd hear the doorbell if someone rang it.

((Warning for possible kinky sexitiems))

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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."

"Just relax," he said, cleaning up the blood with gentle swipes of his sponge. He grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink and opened it, then jabbed her with a small needle. Immediately the area around the small of her back went numb, and he stitched it up. The whole operation took only seconds, and she was left with a small one-inch scar, neatly stitched like the ones on Stein's body.

She looked back around at the needle jab, watching his hands as they worked. "You have unique hands," she said after a moment, turning around once he'd finished the stitching and taking one in her own. "So strong. So magnificent. So...beautiful."

He blinked, startled at her words. It wasn't often that flattery could get to him, but his hands were something that any surgeon would be proud of. His were calloused and strong - capable of wielding a scythe longer than he was tall, or battling hand to hand. At the same time, they were deft and quick, and especially good at stitching up scalpel cuts.

Slipping his free arm around her waist as she examined his hand, he tugged her against him and smiled. "I'm glad you approve, and personally I think there isn't a part of your body that isn't magnificent - at least, no part I've explored so far," he said.

"You really don't have to flatter me, you know," he added wryly. "Though feel free to say nice things about me if you think they're true."

"I don't have to, tut tut," she chided him, flattening her palm against his and measuring how much longer his fingers were than hers. "I give them because I don't think people get enough of it. People who deserve it, like my Imouto-chan, Tendou Kasumi. She's the sweetest, most good-natured, caring, ...I could go on about her forever. I don't think she gets enough appreciation." Her expression grew sorrowful, but then she snapped back, pulling her hand away. "I'll do something nice for her soon, then."

She poked his nose with one finger. "Shower, yes?"

He caught her hand as she pulled away from his nose, smiling. He didn't know Kasumi, but he got the idea.

"So long as it's true," he said again, smirking and giving her a light kiss. "And yes, shower. Soonest."

He released her and leaned over, pulling aside a curtain to reveal a shower stall. While his house was dimly-lit and creepy, it wasn't dirty at all. You could have happily eaten off of those tiles, even if they were the same dingy-looking institutional grey as the rest of the house. He twisted the dials to turn on water hot enough to steam the cracked mirror, then stepped in and reached for her hand.

"Ooh, I'd happily eat off this shower floor," she said as though reading his mind, stepping in with him and letting the hot water steam over her sweating and bloodied body. She sighed contentedly under it, holding his hands gently and shutting her eyes. "Yes, it's true. She doesn't take compliments very well. But then again, neither do I."

She opened her eyes, looking around. "Where's your shampoo?"

He smiled, watching her avidly as the water coursed over her body. "It's just up here," he said, freeing a hand and reaching up to a small shelf high over her head where the bottles were discreetly kept.

He popped open the top and poured some into his palm. "May I?"

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