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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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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?"

"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?"

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