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

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?

Edited 2009-06-15 23:09 (UTC)

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?"

"Oh...on me?" she asked, confused. It...didn't really work that way. She was always the one doing the tasks. That's what she was used to. It was really quite strange to have it turned around on her.

"Uhm...sure, all right," she replied, turning around and flipping her wet hair over her shoulder. "Yeah. Go for it."

He chuckled at her confusion, as he slid his soapy hands happily into her wet hair. "If you're the sex slave, then aren't you supposed to let your client do whatever he wants?" he asked, only half joking. He wasn't sure what being a sex slave meant at all, apparently.

He knew Vanessa took offense to being called a prostitute, but he'd hired escorts many times over the years and didn't think much of it. To him it was a necessary part of life. But she had also said she wasn't working now, so there was no cost for her services, but she also said her body belonged to her Mistress. Even more confusingly, she had then acted very much the slave through much of the encounter, though she also wasn't shy about making her own desires known.

"Never really involved this sort of thing before," she replied thoughtfully, shutting her eyes and leaning back so he could work it into her scalp as best could possibly be done. "I mean, when we went to Glen Lothy, there were people there who douched, greased, relieved, uhm...cleaned, bathed us, that sort of thing. But never with a client. It's...nice. William didn't even return the favour when I bathed him."

She paused. "Not that I expected him to, of course. He's under a lot of pressure, what with Albert being dead now and all."

"Wesker is dead?" he asked idly. And to think he'd never gotten to meet him. But he was more interested in other subjects.

Stein frowned faintly, massaging her scalp. "I haven't always been good about reciprocating with every partner I've ever had, I suppose," he admitted. "But an escort I'm paying for sex is a pretty different thing from a girlfriend. Or a...whatever we are." He didn't know if this was only a one night stand or what, but he decided it was best for everyone if he merely left it open. It was, as far as he was concerned, up to Vanessa.

He touched her collar with light fingers, then went back to lathering up her long hair. "Are you Birkin's slave, too?"

"'Escorts,'" she chuckled, tossing her head back a little. "I like that word, actually. A lot."

She grabbed the soap from the shelf, rubbing it up against her bloodied chest to the cuts that were there. She mused a moment, thinking it over. "No, not really. I don't think so. We usually play Professor and student, once Officer and criminal...sometimes we play Master and slave, but that's up to whichever name I decide to use."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "I think we can officially call each other friends with benefits, if you want."

That was a bit more information than he had expected to get, but Stein took it in stride, remembering fondly the games he had played with Spirit at times. Most of those had been doctor and patient, but still. "I see," he said.

He couldn't help but smile a little wider at her next words. "Friends with benefits. I think I like that phrase, too."

Cocking his head he returned to Birkin. "If you're not his slave, why do you let him leave you hanging?" There was no censure in his tone, just curiosity. At least, not much censure. He couldn't quite expunge it from his tone, though he tried. He liked Birkin, but he suspected the guy could be a bit of an ass.

"Oh, William? Leave me hanging, are you kidding?" she laughed, putting one hand to her cut chest and letting it all out. It was a long, happy sort of laugh, the kind of laugh one wouldn't expect from someone who may be getting experimented on later in the night. Or in the near future. "No, he doesn't do that. Sometimes I have to ask, but that's all part of the game. I beg, he commands."

She turned, taking the shampoo from him and plopping her own bit out on her hand. "Your turn. Uhm...how do I get around the...thing...on your...head?"

Stein relaxed a bit. "Oh, good," he said, smiling. "Between various things you said, I thought he was neglecting you."

He blinked at her for a moment, then touched the bolt as he realized what she meant. "Don't worry about it, I guess I'm just used to it being there. At first I kept catching it on my shirts. So long as you don't turn it, it won't bother me at all if you touch around the base." He shrugged, turning around and slouching a bit to make it easier for her to get at him. "You won't hurt me even if you do turn it, just make me go a little funny for a second. Turning it helps me organize my thoughts, so if you turn it the wrong way, it's a bit weird."

"Well then, I won't turn it at all," she replied cheerfully, carefully maneuvering around the bolt in order to reach at all of his hair. "You know, I have to drag William away from his work to get him to clean himself. I think he brushes his teeth...yeah, I'm pretty sure he does. Yes. He's never tasted funny..."

He held still as she scrubbed his scalp, his eyes closed in bliss.

"I can get like that when I'm really working," he admitted. "I was probably pretty bad before you came, honestly. But I haven't been that bad...ever before. When I was little I used to experiment on my classmates, usually when they were awake and trying to run away from me. But I've balanced myself out a lot more since then."

"He probably makes out with test tubes, I don't know. I try not to disrupt him as much as possible."

She sighed, working around to his bangs, sure to scratch his forehead and lather it up thoroughly. "IIIII just don't know. What he does is his own business. He doesn't want me to leave my job, so why should I feel bitter that he pays more attention to beakers and viruses than me? I mean, I pay more attention to my articles sometimes, sure, but..."

She stopped, smiling to herself. "But I'm sure you don't want to hear about our relationship. I don't think he'll care about us, not really. He didn't seem too bothered by my Albert fantasy..."

He turned, sensing she was pretty much done, and slipped his arms around her. This sort of affection was a little foreign to him, but he was making a conscious effort, wanting her to enjoy herself as much as he was. Hopefully then, she'd still come back.

"Honestly, I'm curious about your relationship with him," he admitted, drawing her under the spray of the water with him and closing his eyes as the soap sluiced down his body. "He's similar to me in a lot of ways, but different. And besides, given what we just did, it's a bit of a relief to know he's not going to be pissed off at me. He is a friend, after all."

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