Chance Meetings

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Chance Meetings

Stein couldn't, for the life of him, remember how all of this had even started. Between feverish purrs of his name and her hands going where he wanted them to, Stein tried to figure out how something so innocent as a scientific inquiry could have resulted in weekly, well, daily meetings like this between himself and Shibusen's nurse, Medusa. When her lips found his in the darkness of the stock room, Stein was briefly reminded of why he kept finding reasons to visit her throughout the day; there was something about Medusa-sensei that he was just drawn to, inexplicably, and far be it from him to ignore the pulling feeling in the pit of his stomach that kept him wanting more of her.

She was being far more aggressive than he was used to, today. It was like she could sense when he was becoming lost in his own head; she would do things to snap him out of it and bring his attention to the matter at hand. Or the matter in his hands, seeing as she forced him to palm her breasts just the way she liked. Not that Stein didn't enjoy it, too - the noises she would make for him were addictive, and he'd be more than happy to have her sigh and gasp beneath his touch like that all day long. Though sometimes, like now, he liked silencing her passioned cries with his own mouth, occasionally sliding his tongue against hers in a heated war that would always have two victors. He could feel the way her lips curled in a small smile against his own before she pulled away and attacked his neck with kiss-swollen lips. Medusa's fingers laced deliciously in his hair, tugging just hard enough to get a chill to run laps up and down his spine.

He knew what her fingers were itching to do, and he thanked her for showing just a little bit of self control this time; he was grateful that her hand hadn't yet begun to twist the bolt in his head - she had a habit of doing that when she was rushed. No, Medusa-sensei was taking her sweet time in giving them both what they would inevitably want. When Stein felt her teeth grasp onto the sensitive skin of his neck, he couldn't contain the growl that came from the back of his throat; she caught him off guard, yet again. He backed her into one of the cabinets and pinned her hands above her head by the wrists. She looked up at him with hooded eyes that dared him to go on, to do whatever he wanted to her. Stein would have her look at him like that all the time if he could. With an almost sinister sigh, he smirked, reaching up with his free hand to tighten his screw.
Click.
Click.
Click.

Her mouth was on his again immediately and he kissed her back with just as much fervor. She arched into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and she forced their hips together. Stein issued a muffled groan and pushed back against Medusa's lithe hips. Back and forth they went like that, push, moan, push back, moan back, until neither of them could wait any longer. Stein grabbed Medusa under her thighs and hoisted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, her back supported by the cabinet that she had been pinned against earlier. Her writhing against him had caused her dress to ride up so that it just barely covered her hips. Her thighs, both of which were clamped tightly against Stein's sides, made it very difficult for either of them to unbutton his pants. Frustrated hisses escaped between sloppily passionate kisses, and once the offending article of clothing had been parted and lowered enough for Medusa to snake her hands in to curl around him, Stein took his time in giving the good nurse what she wordlessly begged him for. He pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger inside her, curving it just the way she liked; just the way he liked. She was already so wet, so ready for him, but a little more touching and teasing wouldn't hurt her. Stein thoroughly enjoyed the way he could make her insane with want. She bucked her hips against his hand, riding his finger as her legs trembled around him. She moaned his name as she arched her back when he touched that one spot inside her that caused stars to burst behind her eyelids. A twisted smirk played on Stein's lips as he encouraged her loss of control with darkly erotic words whispered in her ear. He added a second finger and took note of the way Medusa's brow furrowed as he stretched her just a bit more; the initial discomfort melted into pleasure as her lips parted sensually to form a small 'o' as she gasped under his touch. She rocked her hips against him with a more urgent pace, and the way her walls clenched around Stein's fingers, he knew she was seconds away from falling over that oh so blissful edge of oblivion. When she did cum, she did so with a violent grace becoming of her. Medusa threw her head back as her back arched, crying out his name upon her climax.

Stein withdrew his fingers and replaced them with something far more substantial, something far more desirable. He slipped inside her easily enough and as he started to work into his own rhythm, Medusa took his fingers, still slick with her juices, into her mouth, an action completely unexpected but none the less appreciated by Stein. He thrust hard into her, shaking the cabinet as he did so and eliciting a surprised moan from Medusa. Her lips curled into a smirk mirroring Stein's as he continued fucking her against the cabinet. Again, her lips found his neck, nipping and sucking the skin they found, however, this time her hand made its way to the bolt sticking out of Stein's head. He felt her grasp it lightly; he waited for the inevitable tightening that would mimic the coil in the pit of his stomach. Click - there it was; his nerves were ignited and he growled lowly in the back of his throat as the pace and power behind his thrusts intensified. It was Medusa's turn to coax him into losing himself in the moment. She met him thrust for thrust, the sound of their hips meeting sounding in the small room. She turned the bolt again - click. A gasp, this time, came from Stein's parted lips. He heard Medusa chuckle softly as her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she braced her body against the motion of his hips. Stein felt her slipping into an unsatisfactory position and, with a hiss through clenched teeth, roughly moved her back into a position he liked. His fingertips were pressing hard into Medusa's backside, flexing every now and then in a futile attempt to pull her closer. Her hands were everywhere; tangled in his hair, bumping against his screw, grabbing at his lab coat. She was having a hard time maintaining herself as he pushed in and out of her at a feverish pace. It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Medusa to keep her moans restrained and quiet. It was when Stein throatily groaned her name that the two of them abandoned restraint completely.

Stein all but threw Medusa to the floor, himself going with her, and kept going. With her help, he moved one of her legs over his shoulder and plunged deeper inside her. She looked up at him briefly as he fucked her like he intended to break her, enjoying every second and wanting more. She moaned his name over and over, pushing back against him, angling her hips perfectly. He moaned hers back and gripped her hips tightly; he meant for her to feel the way his nails cut into the flesh covering her hip bones. Shakily, she reached up to give his screw one final twist, the one that would more than likely be the cause of Stein's end. With a flick of her wrist, there was another click and the coil in Stein's gut was as tight as it could go. She begged him not to stop, to fuck her harder, each one of her demands laced with expletives and 'please's. Stein was more than happy to comply, answering her with even harder thrusts marked by heated phrases that made Medusa's blood boil with lust. As her moans began the crescendo that signified her impending orgasm so did Stein's. They rocked against each other with wild abandon, not caring about who might hear them or what kind of disarray the supply room would be in once they finished. There was Stein and Medusa in this one moment. That was it.

As she came for the second time, Medusa screamed out his name yet again, and Stein would have torn it from her throat again and again and again. He finished with her name falling quietly from his lips as his brows knit together behind his glasses as he shuddered with his own release. The room was quiet save for their satiated panting. Medusa looked up at Stein with a satisfied smile on her lips. She sighed and put her hands on his arms.

"Same time tomorrow, Stein-hakase?" she asked with a fiendish grin. Stein sighed and returned her smile with a crazed one.

"How about in an hour, Medusa-sensei?" At this, Medusa could only laugh. Who was she to deny him?

End.