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

"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."

"Oh, I highly doubt he will be," she said dismissively. "We're in an open relationship. I'll tell him tomorrow or the next day; if he's angry--which he shouldn't be--I'll handle it."

She wrapped her own arms around his body, hands wandering up and down his back, over his strong arms, up to his shoulders...all over, really. Just feeling him. "You believe I'm still not real?"

"That's good to hear," Stein said. "I'll probably have a conversation with him about it, too. Just out of friendship. Best to keep these things in the open."

He definitely enjoyed the touch of her hands on his body, luxuriating in it. "No, I'm pretty sure you're real now. I'm feeling a lot more clear-headed than before, and you have yet to turn into something terrifying and try to eat my face, so that's a good sign."

He opened his eyes and smiled at her, though he wished he were joking.

She frowned, her hands stopping to rest on his shoulders from behind. She leaned up on tip-toe to kiss both cheeks and his forehead before resting her cheek against his scarred--and toned!--chest. "So they get really bad?" she asked, sounding quite naive about this kind of thing. "Whatever it is that made you think I wasn't real...hallucinations, ghosts, things like that...they terrify you?"

She frowned before kissing his neck again.

The kisses were so...so pleasurable. He was putty in her hands, and he could feel himself melting. And yet he didn't mind.

"Yes, well," he said, a little distractedly. "I keep having hallucinations, usually of the kishin, or of Medusa." He gestured towards the curtain. "I broke that mirror when I looked and saw my own face, with a big wide mouth and three eyes."

He shuddered faintly, and shook his head. "Even I found that creepy."

"I don't know what or who those things are, but..." she frowned again, pressing herself full flush against him and hugging him tightly. "But I'm sorry that's happening to you, Franken."

Using his real name...she hadn't done it before, but it felt oddly appropriate in this situation. "Really. I am."

It was weird hearing his first name from anyone, too. Even Spirit had always called him Stein. But he knew Vanessa seemed to have a...thing for calling people by their first name and it was sort of nice to be counted amongst that group.

He slipped his arms more tightly around her and returned the hug.

"Medusa...is the one I made the body for," he said, by way of explanation. "The Kishin is a sort of evil god creature that's turning the whole world crazy - starting with me, apparently. That's why the sky was so red when you arrived, though you might not have noticed given the moon."

He pressed a kiss to her hair. "For the most part, I'm managing. I had a break just now mostly because of Eris' influence. The Goddess of Chaos on the community thought it would be fun to speed up the process, I guess."

"What a cunt," she said in regards to Eris, lapping at the bruise that was now fully formed on his neck. "What a God damn cunt."

She pulled back after a moment to look at him, a small smile on her face. "Did you want to go back to bed now?" she asked, bringing a hand up to move some of his hair out of his face. "There's a lot of blood on the sheets, so if you'd rather sleep on the couch, that's totally fine by me. It's been a while since I've fallen asleep on a man's couch." She hummed quietly. "If you have a shirt I could borrow, that would be nice as well."

He closed his eyes, humming with pleasure at the pleasure/pain of that tongue. "Yeah... she put that spell on Kid to make him hate symmetry, and when I went to help him..." He shook his head. "If I'd known the effect she'd have on me, I'd have sent someone else instead of charging in there to save the day. All I did was make things worse."

He returned her smile with one of his own, dismissing the issue of Eris. "We can change the sheets," he said, reaching out to turn off the water. "It won't be the first time I got blood all over that bed." He grinned. "You can have a shirt tomorrow. It'll be warm enough."

She disentangled herself from him, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to dry herself off. It didn't take long, and then she was beckoning him out of it as well.

"C'mere," she said, smiling brightly. "I'll towel you off."

He might have grabbed a towel himself before she offered, but he was caught by the sight of her. All of this was so new to him, the domestic, affectionate scene with the shower and the snuggling. The affection, particularly, was something he had never really experienced.

It was addicting.

Smiling, he stepped out towards her. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

"You're welcome," she said, starting with his back and shoulders, toweling him off gently and tenderly. She left kisses in her wake, on the drying skin. She then moved down to his legs, kneeling behind him to work on his calves before moving around and kneeling down in front of him. She looked up at him, lifting an eyebrow as she toweled off his nether regions and stomach, leaning her face in to nuzzle at his stomach...and down further. Against his privates she said:

"You know, I haven't given my mouth to anyone on the community yet. Well, not to a man. I did with Tommy Gavin when he was a woman, but that's different. I don't do blow jobs often, really. I'm usually too busy tied up and gagged to give one. But...you know..." She looked back up at him, waggling her eyebrows as she did so. "I think I could try. I may be a little rusty, but I'm willing to give it a go."

And, without warning, she waggled her eyebrows at him and licked up his shaft to his navel, nuzzling against his amazingly toned stomach again.

Edited 2009-06-16 15:26 (UTC)

His knees were already weak just from those featherlight kisses and the warmth of her breath on his moist skin. He scarcely had time to realize what she was offering when suddenly her tongue was on his cock and his knees almost buckled.

"F-fuck," he gasped, grabbing for the sink to keep himself from dropping right down to the floor. His other hand went to the back of her head and he held her there against his stomach for a moment, shuddering. He let out a soft chuckle, the hold shifting to a gentle stroking. "I don't think you'll be rusty, and you're more than welcome if you want to."

"We'll have to get you up first, won't we?" she mused, smirking and chuckling happily to herself. Her hands ran up his sides, coming down and leaving scratch marks as she used her lips, teeth, and tongue against strong muscle, against his navel, down farther, kissing his cock and licking up it, worshiping it, really. Like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tated, like it was a treat. Like a puppy with a bone.

Only this puppy was a full-grown bitch and apparently in heat.

Stein's head dropped forward over the sink and he panted. If he were a teenager he probably would have popped right back up already, but he was stiffening fast as it was. He couldn't quite imagine a man who could stay flaccid with that incredible mouth worshipping him, and it wasn't as if he were trying to hold back.

The scratch of her nails made him hiss and his fingers twitched in her hair, not a sound of displeasure in the least. "I was right..." he gasped. "You are incredible." He clamped down on the next words that wanted to escape - I want to dissect you.

At this rate, he might not let Birkin have her back.

Had he said that, she probably would have been extremely flattered in her own sick way. That, she would have figured, would have meant something to him, and that meant she meant something to him. Or so she would have thought.

Or maybe hoped.

She smiled as she worked him into hardness again, bringing her hand up to help get him as erect as she wanted him. She looked up at him when his fingers twitched in her hair, and she smiled, eyes completely on him as she licked up his growing shaft. Unashamed and completely in her element, that's what Vanessa currently was.

That was what it meant, and Spirit would have understood that. Stein wanted to dissect people who he found interesting, and he had done it to Spirit several times - much to Spirit's chagrin. Stein held back from saying it to Vanessa because he wasn't sure she'd understand. He didn't want her to worry that he was cracking up again.

No, this was just his normal madness. What he considered to be normal, for him.

With effort, he glanced down and met her gaze, smiling crookedly and continuing to stroke her hair as he watched her lips stretch around his shaft. He couldn't imagine a more attractive thing, at the moment, though usually his own sense of aesthetics was a lot less mundane.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

nice icon keywords bb

no subject

no subject

no subject