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He didn't even have to look at her to know she was devouring him with her eyes. She was sitting, demurely of course, across from him at the long table in the staff meeting room. Shinigami-sama was talking about things to be done around Shibusen; housekeeping, he called it. Stein was doing all he could to ignore Medusa's sultry glare that was horribly mismatched with that innocent smile a few inches below her hungry golden eyes. He knew she hated being ignored, yet his usual tactics were having adverse effects on her this time. She seemed very determined to get him to notice her. Little did she know that Stein did, in fact, notice her. Even if from the waist up it appeared otherwise.
Medusa knew from the way Stein began bouncing his leg under the table that she was impairing his concentration. He only ever bounced his leg when she had achieved her goal of turning him on. Or at least intriguing him enough to cause him and his manly parts to wonder about what she wanted when the meeting was over. When Shinigami-sama called her up to discuss necessary requirements for the medical wing at Shibusen, she rose from her chair slowly; leaning over a little longer than necessary so that Stein had ample time to flick his eyes over to her deliberate display of cleavage. From the corner of her eye she watched as the tips of his ears turned slightly red and smirked when she saw him instinctively reach for the bolt in his head. He was white knuckled with restraint and Medusa couldn't help but lick her lips - Stein's internal struggles with his own insanity were deviously delicious.
Stein decided, while listening to the way Medusa's voice hissed and purred her words simply with a false tone of purity, he was going to destroy that vicious tease of a nurse as soon as the staff meeting was over. However, there were more pressing matters at hand - like calming himself down enough that he didn't embarrass himself when the meeting was adjourned. Of course, and he knew this, Medusa would be relentless in her pursuit of what she truly wanted. And she was.
At the end of the meeting, as everyone was getting up to leave, Stein made it look as if he was reorganizing papers for the science department, gazing at sheets that had no value whatsoever - it was a convincing act to all but Medusa. She stayed behind with him. Once the meeting room had been cleared, she got up from her chair and locked the door. The click of the lock was music to Stein's ears. In a flash he had her pinned against the door as he placed a bruising kiss on her lips. Her gasp was one of amusement, muffled as it was, and Stein could feel the corners of her mouth turn upwards in what he could only imagine was a smile of pure insane evil. Or lust. He didn't care either way; he parted her lips with his tongue and she violently met him halfway between their mouths.
At the first touch of her tongue, Stein moaned throatily and pressed his hips up against Medusa's. She pressed back against him and felt that familiar fire begin to spread throughout her body from her abdomen. Stein's fingers tangled themselves in her hair and pulled; not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that he got her to break away from their kiss to 'ahh!' rather loudly. He smirked and an insane glint flashed in his eyes; he pulled her back to kiss him, using her hair as leverage. When he felt her tongue snake out to touch his lips, he pulled her away, again, by her hair. He watched her eyes widen slightly at his display of dominance, but she would not give up without a fight. No, not Medusa. She pulled against the grip he had on her hair in order to meet his lips, but Stein would not allow her to move the way she wanted to. He watched her struggle; watched the way her eyes would roll back ever so slightly when he would tug her hair so she couldn't touch him with her fiery lips.
"You asshole," she half laughed, half panted, "Let me kiss you." Stein just smiled cruelly.
"No. We're doing this MY way," he growled. Medusa had no time to object or even question him - he bent her over the table and nudged her legs apart as he lifted her dress to her waist. Medusa's hands were splayed out on the table, bracing her body for the onslaught that was to come. Stein knew she was far too aroused at this point to fight back. She did make it a point to tell him once that she enjoyed being thrown around and 'used.' This of course led to another one of their hotter trysts, but that's a story for another time.
She felt his hands on her bottom, rubbing and grabbing the supple flesh with purpose. He chuckled deeply at the back of his throat.
"My my, Medusa-sensei," he purred, "Look at you; bent over a table in front of me with your legs spread like that..." she felt a long finger rub her slit through her black panties, "Mmm...you're already so wet, too...what a naughty girl you are." His digit circled her hardened clit a few times, making her squirm against him and gasp his name under her breath. His finger slipped under her panties and continued to stroke her dripping cunt, occasionally slipping into her wet folds to tease her core and that ever-so-sensitive spot deep inside her. As his finger stroked her insides, he thumbed her clit. The combination of the two sensations was driving Medusa wild, a fact very apparent by the way she bucked against his hand. She felt Stein's breath on her ear as she rode his finger.
"I bet you'd rather have something else inside you, wouldn't you?" he breathed in her ear. Medusa made a noise that was a cross between a moan and a whimper and the sheer sound of it made Stein want to shove his cock in her as hard as he could in order to elicit that sound from her again. "How badly do want it, Medusa? Hm? Tell me how much you want me to fuck you on this table right now."
"Please, Dr.Stein!" she cried. She could feel the blush in her cheeks begin to creep down her neck; this omission of dependency was not something she could easily do. But when he inserted another finger into her and continued to rub her clit in that hypnotizing circular motion she was so fond of, her embarrassment began to give way to her sexual deviancy and need for him.
"'Please' was not what I was looking for," Stein whispered in her ear. She groaned as she felt his erection press into the cleft of her ass. "Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you, Medusa," he commanded with an air of dominance she wasn't used to, "I know you want this huge cock inside you."
"St-Stein..." she panted, "You're...ohh...."
"Say it, Medusa. Say you want it-"
"Fuck me now, please! I can't...I can't wait anymore! I need you in me!" She didn't have to ask him again. Before she knew it, he had slipped inside her. However, he was filling her in a way she had never felt before. "O-ohh..." she moaned.
"I thought you'd like this," Stein hummed.
"Y-you're in...so deep!" Medusa sighed lustily. She pushed against him and felt him push back; if Stein could get in any deeper she wasn't sure he'd be able to get out. Stein's fingers curled around her hips and he began a familiar rhythm with an unfamiliar level of pleasure attached to it. Medusa could feel the hot prickle of tears behind her closed eyelids with each blissful thrust of Stein's hips. Stein savored the sounds she was making; every time he would thrust into her she would gasp or groan in a way that would denote virginity; despite how he knew her better than that, her virginal sounds were a dangerous aphrodisiac that only drove him to fuck her harder. Lucky enough for him, his theory about hard thrusts equating to loud sounds was correct, for the more passionately he ravaged her, the less restraint she used when trying to control the volume of her voice.
She was gasping and moaning his name, demanding that he give her more - that he fuck her harder, deeper. His hands found their way from her hips to her full breasts; he felt her hardened nipples through the fabric of her dress. He pinched the puckered flesh hard, forcing a scream to escape from Medusa's already parted lips. He continued to thrust in and out of her all while twisting and teasing her nipples. Her screams began a crescendo, a delicious finale to a wonderful session, and Stein would have been delighted to allow her to throw herself over that peak. But he was nowhere near ready to let her get what she wanted.
He pulled out of her right before she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened before she turned her head very slowly to glare at him over her shoulder. However, she had no time to voice her complaint; Stein forced her to her knees and pushed her head down onto his member coated with her juices. Hungrily, she sucked her taste off of him, bobbing her head with purpose, forcing him to meet the back of her throat. Stein muttered delectably dirty things as Medusa blew him; his hands were in her hair again as he watched her hot mouth slide up and down his shaft. One of her hands wrapped around his cock and slid in sync with her mouth; a combination of actions that were intended to bring him to his climax. Stein smirked again, reached up, and turned the bolt in his head. Medusa looked up at him and managed to smile devilishly at him despite his shaft filling her mouth. She continued to pump his length and suck him off, bringing him closer and closer to his own end. But Stein had other plans for her. Still.
Stein pulled his cock out from Medusa's hungry mouth, plucked her off the floor, and put her on the table. He pushed her onto her back and ripped open her dress, just barely hearing the way the buttons sounded when they hit the floor over the sound of their heated panting. She shot him a look that dared him to resist her but both of them knew, look or no look, he couldn't do such a ludicrous thing. He slid her panties aside and filled her once more, sliding into her while a hiss escaped his lips. Stein gripped Medusa's hips again and fell into that same heavenly rhythm that made her cry out his name amongst a slew of swears and declarations. He watched her face as he fucked her the way HE liked; the way her brows furrowed, how her lips parted lusciously with every rogue moan and sigh that escaped them. He bent down and kissed her; he couldn't help himself. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her tongue into his mouth, eager to duel him once more as he had his way with her. Whether it was her kisses or the way she tightened as she came ever closer to her peak, Stein felt himself begin the race to meet Medusa at the finish. Her moans were muffled against his lips; he couldn't have that - he wanted to hear her climax as well as feel it. He reluctantly left her expectant lips to bend his head down by her ear. Medusa's legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him deeper into her each time he would thrust in. Stein's arms wrapped around Medusa in a way that allowed his hands to grip her shoulders so that he could almost pull her down to meet his feverish thrusting. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders and he knew she was almost there. Stein whispered hot, unintelligible things to coax her to her end. Suddenly, her hand was on his screw, a trademark action of hers when she wanted him to finish with her. She turned it once, fumbling slightly under the force of his hips against hers. And again, this time with more finesse. The turning of his bolt matched the tightening coil at his core and, with a satisfying scream that carried his name, both Stein and Medusa met their satisfying end.
Stein remained unmoving on top of Medusa, basking in the afterglow and breathing in her scent contentedly. She flexed her fingers languidly against the skin of his shoulders then slid her hands down so they were clasped around the middle of his back. She sighed, her breath tickling his ear, happy to lay in silence with him despite how uncomfortable the table actually was.
"You owe me a new dress, Dr.Stein," she said airily. He smiled and placed gentle kisses down her neck to her collarbone.
"In a minute. I'm not done with you just yet," he replied with a mischievous chuckle.
End
Author's Note: Well...since k_l_v left me such a sweet review of 'Chance Meetings,' I decided to keep the cycle of craziness going. Insanity seems to breed sexy. So k_l_v, you darling, you...this one exists because of you :) Thanks for the kind words of encouragement <3
Medusa knew from the way Stein began bouncing his leg under the table that she was impairing his concentration. He only ever bounced his leg when she had achieved her goal of turning him on. Or at least intriguing him enough to cause him and his manly parts to wonder about what she wanted when the meeting was over. When Shinigami-sama called her up to discuss necessary requirements for the medical wing at Shibusen, she rose from her chair slowly; leaning over a little longer than necessary so that Stein had ample time to flick his eyes over to her deliberate display of cleavage. From the corner of her eye she watched as the tips of his ears turned slightly red and smirked when she saw him instinctively reach for the bolt in his head. He was white knuckled with restraint and Medusa couldn't help but lick her lips - Stein's internal struggles with his own insanity were deviously delicious.
Stein decided, while listening to the way Medusa's voice hissed and purred her words simply with a false tone of purity, he was going to destroy that vicious tease of a nurse as soon as the staff meeting was over. However, there were more pressing matters at hand - like calming himself down enough that he didn't embarrass himself when the meeting was adjourned. Of course, and he knew this, Medusa would be relentless in her pursuit of what she truly wanted. And she was.
At the end of the meeting, as everyone was getting up to leave, Stein made it look as if he was reorganizing papers for the science department, gazing at sheets that had no value whatsoever - it was a convincing act to all but Medusa. She stayed behind with him. Once the meeting room had been cleared, she got up from her chair and locked the door. The click of the lock was music to Stein's ears. In a flash he had her pinned against the door as he placed a bruising kiss on her lips. Her gasp was one of amusement, muffled as it was, and Stein could feel the corners of her mouth turn upwards in what he could only imagine was a smile of pure insane evil. Or lust. He didn't care either way; he parted her lips with his tongue and she violently met him halfway between their mouths.
At the first touch of her tongue, Stein moaned throatily and pressed his hips up against Medusa's. She pressed back against him and felt that familiar fire begin to spread throughout her body from her abdomen. Stein's fingers tangled themselves in her hair and pulled; not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that he got her to break away from their kiss to 'ahh!' rather loudly. He smirked and an insane glint flashed in his eyes; he pulled her back to kiss him, using her hair as leverage. When he felt her tongue snake out to touch his lips, he pulled her away, again, by her hair. He watched her eyes widen slightly at his display of dominance, but she would not give up without a fight. No, not Medusa. She pulled against the grip he had on her hair in order to meet his lips, but Stein would not allow her to move the way she wanted to. He watched her struggle; watched the way her eyes would roll back ever so slightly when he would tug her hair so she couldn't touch him with her fiery lips.
"You asshole," she half laughed, half panted, "Let me kiss you." Stein just smiled cruelly.
"No. We're doing this MY way," he growled. Medusa had no time to object or even question him - he bent her over the table and nudged her legs apart as he lifted her dress to her waist. Medusa's hands were splayed out on the table, bracing her body for the onslaught that was to come. Stein knew she was far too aroused at this point to fight back. She did make it a point to tell him once that she enjoyed being thrown around and 'used.' This of course led to another one of their hotter trysts, but that's a story for another time.
She felt his hands on her bottom, rubbing and grabbing the supple flesh with purpose. He chuckled deeply at the back of his throat.
"My my, Medusa-sensei," he purred, "Look at you; bent over a table in front of me with your legs spread like that..." she felt a long finger rub her slit through her black panties, "Mmm...you're already so wet, too...what a naughty girl you are." His digit circled her hardened clit a few times, making her squirm against him and gasp his name under her breath. His finger slipped under her panties and continued to stroke her dripping cunt, occasionally slipping into her wet folds to tease her core and that ever-so-sensitive spot deep inside her. As his finger stroked her insides, he thumbed her clit. The combination of the two sensations was driving Medusa wild, a fact very apparent by the way she bucked against his hand. She felt Stein's breath on her ear as she rode his finger.
"I bet you'd rather have something else inside you, wouldn't you?" he breathed in her ear. Medusa made a noise that was a cross between a moan and a whimper and the sheer sound of it made Stein want to shove his cock in her as hard as he could in order to elicit that sound from her again. "How badly do want it, Medusa? Hm? Tell me how much you want me to fuck you on this table right now."
"Please, Dr.Stein!" she cried. She could feel the blush in her cheeks begin to creep down her neck; this omission of dependency was not something she could easily do. But when he inserted another finger into her and continued to rub her clit in that hypnotizing circular motion she was so fond of, her embarrassment began to give way to her sexual deviancy and need for him.
"'Please' was not what I was looking for," Stein whispered in her ear. She groaned as she felt his erection press into the cleft of her ass. "Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you, Medusa," he commanded with an air of dominance she wasn't used to, "I know you want this huge cock inside you."
"St-Stein..." she panted, "You're...ohh...."
"Say it, Medusa. Say you want it-"
"Fuck me now, please! I can't...I can't wait anymore! I need you in me!" She didn't have to ask him again. Before she knew it, he had slipped inside her. However, he was filling her in a way she had never felt before. "O-ohh..." she moaned.
"I thought you'd like this," Stein hummed.
"Y-you're in...so deep!" Medusa sighed lustily. She pushed against him and felt him push back; if Stein could get in any deeper she wasn't sure he'd be able to get out. Stein's fingers curled around her hips and he began a familiar rhythm with an unfamiliar level of pleasure attached to it. Medusa could feel the hot prickle of tears behind her closed eyelids with each blissful thrust of Stein's hips. Stein savored the sounds she was making; every time he would thrust into her she would gasp or groan in a way that would denote virginity; despite how he knew her better than that, her virginal sounds were a dangerous aphrodisiac that only drove him to fuck her harder. Lucky enough for him, his theory about hard thrusts equating to loud sounds was correct, for the more passionately he ravaged her, the less restraint she used when trying to control the volume of her voice.
She was gasping and moaning his name, demanding that he give her more - that he fuck her harder, deeper. His hands found their way from her hips to her full breasts; he felt her hardened nipples through the fabric of her dress. He pinched the puckered flesh hard, forcing a scream to escape from Medusa's already parted lips. He continued to thrust in and out of her all while twisting and teasing her nipples. Her screams began a crescendo, a delicious finale to a wonderful session, and Stein would have been delighted to allow her to throw herself over that peak. But he was nowhere near ready to let her get what she wanted.
He pulled out of her right before she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened before she turned her head very slowly to glare at him over her shoulder. However, she had no time to voice her complaint; Stein forced her to her knees and pushed her head down onto his member coated with her juices. Hungrily, she sucked her taste off of him, bobbing her head with purpose, forcing him to meet the back of her throat. Stein muttered delectably dirty things as Medusa blew him; his hands were in her hair again as he watched her hot mouth slide up and down his shaft. One of her hands wrapped around his cock and slid in sync with her mouth; a combination of actions that were intended to bring him to his climax. Stein smirked again, reached up, and turned the bolt in his head. Medusa looked up at him and managed to smile devilishly at him despite his shaft filling her mouth. She continued to pump his length and suck him off, bringing him closer and closer to his own end. But Stein had other plans for her. Still.
Stein pulled his cock out from Medusa's hungry mouth, plucked her off the floor, and put her on the table. He pushed her onto her back and ripped open her dress, just barely hearing the way the buttons sounded when they hit the floor over the sound of their heated panting. She shot him a look that dared him to resist her but both of them knew, look or no look, he couldn't do such a ludicrous thing. He slid her panties aside and filled her once more, sliding into her while a hiss escaped his lips. Stein gripped Medusa's hips again and fell into that same heavenly rhythm that made her cry out his name amongst a slew of swears and declarations. He watched her face as he fucked her the way HE liked; the way her brows furrowed, how her lips parted lusciously with every rogue moan and sigh that escaped them. He bent down and kissed her; he couldn't help himself. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her tongue into his mouth, eager to duel him once more as he had his way with her. Whether it was her kisses or the way she tightened as she came ever closer to her peak, Stein felt himself begin the race to meet Medusa at the finish. Her moans were muffled against his lips; he couldn't have that - he wanted to hear her climax as well as feel it. He reluctantly left her expectant lips to bend his head down by her ear. Medusa's legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him deeper into her each time he would thrust in. Stein's arms wrapped around Medusa in a way that allowed his hands to grip her shoulders so that he could almost pull her down to meet his feverish thrusting. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders and he knew she was almost there. Stein whispered hot, unintelligible things to coax her to her end. Suddenly, her hand was on his screw, a trademark action of hers when she wanted him to finish with her. She turned it once, fumbling slightly under the force of his hips against hers. And again, this time with more finesse. The turning of his bolt matched the tightening coil at his core and, with a satisfying scream that carried his name, both Stein and Medusa met their satisfying end.
Stein remained unmoving on top of Medusa, basking in the afterglow and breathing in her scent contentedly. She flexed her fingers languidly against the skin of his shoulders then slid her hands down so they were clasped around the middle of his back. She sighed, her breath tickling his ear, happy to lay in silence with him despite how uncomfortable the table actually was.
"You owe me a new dress, Dr.Stein," she said airily. He smiled and placed gentle kisses down her neck to her collarbone.
"In a minute. I'm not done with you just yet," he replied with a mischievous chuckle.
End
Author's Note: Well...since k_l_v left me such a sweet review of 'Chance Meetings,' I decided to keep the cycle of craziness going. Insanity seems to breed sexy. So k_l_v, you darling, you...this one exists because of you :) Thanks for the kind words of encouragement <3