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A New Experiment	By : JuxtaposedWars Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A New Experiment

Chapter Four

Disclaimer: I do not own Atsushi Okubo's Soul Eater and gain no profit from its use. This is strictly a fan fiction.

Story Pairings: SteinxOC, SoulxMaka, mild SpiritxBlair

The only sound was her breathing and his own; Without a word, he grabbed her hair and crashed his lips into hers and he explored her mouth with passion, leaning over her, only stopping when he'd run out of breath…She balled her fist and took another swing, and another, and another. She knew she would miss, but she was too angry to care.

The professor laughed "I can tell you're not the rise-and-shine type then, are you, Rowan?"

"You cut me open, uninvited and KISS ME AFTER I BACKHAND YOU?! WHAT UNIVERSE ARE YOU FROM?!" Her voice came raspy and harsh from her well-past rude awakening.

Stifling himself, "I know, it does seem a bit strange, doesn't it?" he couldn't hold his chuckling back, "Your anatomy and mind are gorgeous though; how could I resist such a fine specimen?"

"Specimen?" Rowan scoffed. "My mind?! What the fuck do you think you know, anyway?! You know nothing about my mind beyond what I show you, you pompous bastard!"

In her ranting she landed a gut-punch that had Stein coughing and stumbling back a step or two. She then tripped him with a heel-kick only to have him grab her feet and pull her down to pounce on top of her, pinning his wild-haired partner to the floor.

"I can see your soul clearly enough" He grinned "It's just as good as a mind."

Rowan struggled but he only gripped her tighter.

He continued with his collected data "You've been far too obedient through all of this, I can see how instinctual you are, 'feral' is the term that fits the best. You ran away with Kodiak when you were nine and that would put you at about...what, twenty-five years old? Sixteen years with only your meister in the wilderness, no law, no conspiracy, no need for frivolous possessions is quite a culture change to this laboratory. Even more, she educated and cultured you, that's why you like books, because there isn't any damn library hanging around in your territory, she stole them for you so she could teach you didn't she?" His voice raised slightly, but he wasn't yelling.

Rowan's eyes grew wide and they began to water as Stein pressed further, "Losing her and being thrown into this stringent life has you backed into a corner, stifled, doesn't it Rowan? You can't hunt, you can't wander wherever you like, you can't trust anyone. You have a dance floor in that head of your's, why don't you dance? Why not keep lighting the lanterns for Kodi, why stop?"

"QUIET!" She screamed, successfully flipping the scientist off of her unto his back.

"No." He stated rather curtly.

With a glint of light above his head, he quickly rolled out of the way to avoid being decapitated by Rowan's now morphed hand.

He sprang to his feet with a bounce in his step and a smirk on his lips, "Yeah! Now that's what I want to see, c'mon little one, kill me!" He laughed sadistically.

Rowan stood panting, not out of exhaustion, but to try and hold back her sobbing. "I can't kill you. You're my meister."

Stein snorted at the absurdity of her comment, "If I'm your meister, Rowan Parker, then what's my name?"

A look of surprise riddled the girl's face as Stein stood expectantly, letting the question weigh on her.

Stein knew she couldn't answer as he walked toward her slowly. "Not once have you asked my name in the forty-eight hours we've been together; how do you expect to have any concern for my life if you don't know what to call me, Rowan?" He kept walking towards her even when they were inches apart, making her back away as he advanced.

"Stop saying my name." She said in a low voice.

"Rowan."

"I SAID STOP!" She shoved him with her un-morphed hand, only to have him press forward until her back was against a stitched wall and both of her meister's arms propped on each side of her head.

Rowan could feel his soul grow and wrap around her, but it didn't feel imposing or intimidating at all. His face was so close that his lips were brushing the corners of her own. As his green eyes unlocked their connection with her violet ones, Stein grazed his stubble along her face bringing his mouth to her ear. His movement wafted his scent into her—he smelled like cigarettes and some sort of spiced cologne.

He ghosted his lips over her ear as he whispered, "My name is Franken Stein. Stein is all you need to call me. Now say it."

She wished she could've killed herself for shivering like she just did, but she answered him nonetheless. "Stein." She whispered.

"Again." He ordered.

Her voice a little stronger now, "Stein."

He smiled and continued to strengthen the tie of their souls. "When you skin an animal, do you look at the blood vessels and how they branch out—"

"—like lightning." She finished.

A comforting silence grew between them as Stein reached up and lightly held Rowan's chin in his hand.

"It eats you alive, doesn't it? Your insanity?" Rowan quizzed. "That dark place I pulled you into on the plane…that's my madness…void. It came close to taking me when I first left home. I would go out to make poisons, medicines, and cut everything open: trees, wolves, rats…just to see. Kodi had to stop me a lot."

"We're the same kind. We're not normal and this world will never accept and be OK with that. There will always be boundaries, lines we aren't allowed to cross, things we aren't allowed to see and do…" He felt it and so did she.

The wavelengths were tangling together, knotting and binding even. They began to resonate, and a command hadn't even been spoken to do so. Now they truly were meister and weapon. Stein smiled at her and noticed she was still wearing her clothes from the earlier fight.

A dusty, rose colored shirt with no shoulders and a black fishnet tank; they flattered her strong frame and small breasts, like an ancient Greek bust. When he was prepping her for dissection he couldn't help but admire how perfect her olive-green shorts hugged her voluptuous hips. Dissecting her sounded tempting beyond all reason as he felt her hands reach up tentatively—she'd never touched someone like this and he could tell as she rested one arm around his waist and lifted the other hand to reach into his grey hair. His large hand at her chin pulled her into a kiss as she felt it caress up her jaw line and another warm hand crawled up her shirt to paint the blood of her stomach's cut around like a brush.

His hair was wiry and rough, but it felt nice, she clawed at his scalp when he bit her lip. She felt like she was in heat, but there was something more…a morbid fascination with his scars, his flaws. She loved flaws. Absently, she could feel her comparably smaller body climbing up his own greater one, latching her legs around his hips as his abdomen pressed hers further into the wall. The feeling was extreme, and she could feel a hot, moist pulsing coming from her core.

He wasn't going to rush her first time, but Stein didn't want to spend nearly thirty minutes undressing what was now his. He wasn't sure if this was love, but it was deep and primal: He wanted to take care of her, she wanted to protect him, and they were both—safe to say—a little out of their minds. He heard her gasp as he had her shirt off in half of a second (no bra to aggravate him) and quickly threw his lab coat behind him, colliding with her neck.

He bit, licked, and took in her scent heavily, purely female with no distracting perfumes. He observed her, admiring that, despite her life as a nomad, she was no furry animal and was groomed perfectly. Her skin silk, her blush distinct, her breasts pert, loving the way she was gasping and writhing against him, she was his weapon, his woman. He chuckled aloud at this new possessiveness; he hadn't even taken her yet.

Thinking that he was laughing at her, Rowan bit her meister's ear and growled into it while tugging impatiently at his shirt. She felt him lean his torso back. She carefully removed the grey, stitched fabric and caught a brief, dimly-lit glimpse of his pale, rocky terrain of lean muscles and scars—self-inflicted and otherwise. As quickly as she saw it, the sight vanished as the scientist was on her again: this time his attention turned to her already tightened peaks. She moaned without embarrassment; she wasn't ashamed of her body and she never felt pressed to hide herself. He'd been with virgins before, but he loved the way that she didn't act like a shy child.

He shivered as she explored every slope and rise of his bare skin with her petite hands, knowing the perfect places and already lowering the waistband of his unbuttoned pants and boxers. She may be a virgin, but she was absolutely a grown woman—he bit her tit gently in his new delight and ground his naked hips hard against her. He wanted inside—now. Calloused hands pushed off the wall, he growled lowly; wrapping a long, strong arm around her naked waist tightly while his free hand shoved her clinging legs off of him. He ripped the button off of her snug shorts and sharply discarded them, all the while refusing to let her feet touch the ground.

He latched his free hand onto her ass and squeezed hard, as if to reply to way she was sucking his bottom lip and gently caressing his throbbing cock. Her hand left its touching to brace his hip and he felt her legs coil around him again; now copying his grinding motion cautiously. He groaned audibly, panting, he raked his fingers over her ass cheek, and pinned her back against the wall. She moved again...this time her arm that was caught between their torsos moved back down to guide his thick manhood up against her wet sex.

He pulled her arm out from between them and his fingers moved from her ass to her vulva. He breathed down her neck heavily as he stroked his long fingers around her soaked core; slowly, he plunged one finger into her, gently pumping it in and out with a steady rhythm. She mewled in the sensation as he added a second and third finger, pumping faster and feeling his abdomen press against hers to push her spot more into his rapid fingers. She came, her fluid squirting out onto him: he hummed with a smirk. Lifting his hand to her lips to let her taste herself, the lust behind his glasses only grew when she licked her cum off of his fingers.

He adjusted them until his tip was pushing against her entrance. They stared at one another—no words were needed—her eyes spoke all the permission that he required. He pushed up slowly. She felt herself stretch wide and he stopped just at her barrier. She tried to buck against him, but he had a death grip on her hips; He wasn't going to move just yet, he had just enough pressure against her maidenhead to make her strain around him so beautifully.

"Stein…" She whimpered under his gaze.

He was enjoying the pleasure, agony, and impatience on her face...the sound of her saying his name. He thrust deep, listening to his own groaning of ecstasy and her sharp breath of sexuality mixed with pain. It wasn't long before she was bucking against him—pain was a familiar friend in their lives—without his restraint, gladly joining the pattern of her motion-filled hips with his desperate thrusting. They synced together and both tingled from the electricity of each others' souls. Their instinctual soul resonance was building an unbearable pleasure as their touches, thrusts, moans, and clinging became more frantic, more animalistic.

Rowan suddenly quaked around Stein as he plunged deep into her, holding as still as possible to feel every squeeze and shudder that ripped through her inner walls as his thumb assaulted her clit. He grunted long and low in the crook of her neck as she cried out. When she stilled, he stumbled back, carrying her limp and panting body, positioning her on the bed he attempted to dissect her on carelessly knocking the autopsy tray across the dark room. She leaned against the bed in a very submissive hands and knees position, but as Stein straddled her rear, he gently pushed down between her shoulder blades, making her rest her arms as he held her there, guiding his hot member into her twitching entrance from behind. She gasped as he stretched her open again, slowly and almost torturously jirating in and out of her; she backed her hips into him faster in protest.

He laughed in amusement, smacking Rowan's ass before leaning down to grab a handful of her hair and gently, he tilted her head back, keeping a close eye not to rip open her sutures for a third time. His tempo increased...and remembering the way he looked when she came around him, Rowan tested herself, undulating her inner walls as best as she could, to emulate herself from before.

"Ohhh yeah!" Stein thrust harder in approval, "You good girl…" he whispered hoarsely into her ear.

She felt his screw brush against her scalp as he leaned further in to latch onto her shoulder with his mouth. Even in her vulnerable position she rocked her hips back to meet his feverish pounding. He could clearly hear her cries of pleasure over his heavy breathing and Stein very much felt her sheath spasm around his length. He mumbled lowly as he pushed hard against his weapon, letting his hot seed explode deep inside of her, finally thrusting a few more times in relief. He continued to convulse though, as Rowan kept squeezing her walls around him, slowly rocking her hips back into him; the sensory overload was almost too much to stand but he braced himself tightly on her, gasping hard, not wanting her to stop pushing him over the edge just yet.

After what seemed an eternity of the mind-numbing new pleasure he managed the strength to dismount the mewling woman underneath him; he fell back beside her on the bed. She, likewise, sprawled out in recovery. Stein wanted a cigarette but refused to move. There was no pillow-talk, no cuddling—it wasn't needed. They enjoyed the silence and understood that what they had was more than just a weapon, meister, or lust.

They had five hours before they had to prep for battle. This was their calm before the storm.
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