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

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.

"Aaaannnd I think we're ready," she said, tearing her gaze away from him to do what she did best.

Make men scream.

It wasn't slow or gentle. It was hard and fast, a pace that only one trained could pick up that quickly or easily. There was no more foreplay. She was on the job now, in the mood like she was down in B3 when she had the chance to do this very thing. Her mouth wasted no time. She was quick, efficient, and apparently very organized at this sort of thing. One hand firmly gripped his hip while the other went to his testicles, shifting them in her hand at a rate that would make most any man buckle beneath her.

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.

She broke away long enough to say, "We always swallow." Before going right back at it, amazingly finding a way to redouble her efforts. It was really all too easy for her to do so. Miss Kyle had once said men would like their mouths a lot more because they were "more mobile," and that's exactly what she was thinking at the moment. She watched his face when he could, and had she been able to smirk, that's what she would have been doing.

Stein certainly did like her mouth a great deal, and he cried out softly with frustration when she stopped, even for that moment. The instant she resumed, he shuddered hard and fluid flooded into her mouth, accompanied by a loud, heartfelt groan from the doctor.

He shuddered through the orgasm, then sank down to his own knees on the smooth concrete floor, curling his fingers into her hair. He pulled her head around and kissed her soundly, tasting his own fluids and thrusting his tongue into her mouth forcefully. He was still catching his breath as he kissed her, holding her tight as if afraid she'd try to get away.

Vanessa's eyes opened wide at the kiss. This was certainly...well, wasn't it kind of gross for him? No one at work had ever done that before, save her sisters, but that was different. This was semen we were talking about, his semen...had he tasted it before? Was he...was he gay?

No...bisexual. Maybe that was it.

Or maybe he was just really fucking curious.

She barely managed to pull her mouth away, exhaling a deep, rattled breath. "Well...uhm...never had that reaction before...kinda...different."

Six of one, half a dozen of the other. He was bisexual, but that wasn't the reason. He'd just really...really wanted to show her somehow that he appreciated what she'd just done. And he didn't know how.

And bodily fluids definitely didn't gross him out.

He drew away as she pulled back, still trying to catch his breath. "Did I do something weird?" he asked with faint chagrin, trying to gather himself to stand up again. The floor of the bathroom wasn't exactly where he wanted to have a chat.

Edited 2009-06-17 05:14 (UTC)

She watched him as he managed to stand, hands running down his legs again and come to rest on his ankles. She chuckled a little, looking about as nervous as she had when she first saw the moon.

"No, I mean," she didn't know how to say it. "I'm not...I've never had a guy kiss me with his spunk still in my mouth. That's all. I mean...unless you have tasted your own semen before...or someone else's...isn't that, I don't know...a little gross to you?"

She stood up after a moment, running her hands over his muscled arms. "I'm...just. It was...different. I'm not used to it. I'm used to a lot of things, just not that. It's kinda like...you...care or something?" she ventured, struggling to find the words. "Which is...you barely know me, so I don't see how that's...but if you do, that's great! I mean, really. I appreciate it."

Edited 2009-06-17 12:52 (UTC)

He blinked at her in honest amazement. She thought that the kiss meant he cared.

The naivete was a little staggering. More than a little.

"You'd have to look far and wide to find something I found gross," he said, giving her a wry smile. "It didn't mean anything. I just wanted to kiss you."

He slipped his arm around her waist to lead her to the door. As far as he was concerned, that was that.

"Well, it's not all that great to down it when you're not used to it, you know," she said, sounding worried. "It can give you quite the stomachache in the morning, trust me on that one. I once had my mouth used four times in one day and my stomach hurt for a week. It's not pleasant."

She looked at the bed, startled. "I didn't realize I lost that much blood. I....don't even feel faint."

Stein chuckled. "It's not my first time, Vanessa, and I didn't get much anyway." Her concern was nice, though still perplexing. And the way she expressed it... well he supposed her life really did revolve around sex quite a lot more than his own did. It was strange to talk about things, though.

Maybe because she was a woman. He and Spirit had never discussed anything, and that had suited him greatly at the time.

He glanced down at the bed. "It might still hit you," he said, releasing her and bending to strip the bed. "Though it probably looks worse than it is. It was a deep cut, but not long." The fresh sheets were in the closet and he crossed to get them, leaving the bloody ones in a heap in the corner to be cleaned or disposed of later. The mattress did have old blood stains that had been covered by the sheets, and now it had a new one.

Once he was done making the bed, she laid out on it, posing, patting for him to come lay next to her.

"No monsters. No Medusa. Just me and you and a good night's rest. Doesn't that sound like a good night to you? And then I'll make you breakfast in the morning and be on my way. Just call me if you ever need anything else. The phone's always on."

Bemused, Stein switched off the light and crossed the room in the dark, sliding under the covers next to her and slipping his arms around her.

"It sounds like a good night," he allowed, ignoring the monsters he saw creeping in on the edges of his vision. Creeping, three-eyed creatures with flashing claws and cackling laughs. He knew they weren't real. Probably.

He lay there, eyes open, breathing as evenly as if he were deeply sleeping, waiting and watching her fall asleep. He didn't feel remotely tired, though he knew he should be after all the time he hadn't slept. Perhaps when she was asleep he'd go look at Medusa's body, see if there was anything more he could do to improve it.

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

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