This is More Than Just Temporary Insanity
Bubbling Underneath the Surface
#23 (Neck)
Word Count: 334
Rating: M (Because Stein's a little freaking crazy)
Summary: He knows there's more than she shows, and he wants to cut it open to see it.
A/N: Started another challenge/community thing. This one is 42_souls, with, yeah, you guessed it, 42 prompts! I know, I've really got to stop doing that. I don't really have the time. It's just, I looked at table 2 and thought Stein/Medusa. And what with the little amount of Stein/Medusa fics in this fandom it was practically demanding for me to claim them. This is my first shot at it, expect more updates, but sporadically, since there will be times when I might find the time to write (or scribble a bit during class) and manage to post up. So, no regular updates for this fic. Sorry.
Like I usually do with these, I'll have the word count, rating, and summary posted at the top for each separate update.
Enjoy the Stein/Medusa goodness. Hope it doesn't hit below expectations.
Medusa, the peculiar nurse, always attracted him in a way he couldn't quite decipher. He was drawn to her presence and contemplated certain things. Things he probably shouldn't. She would be such a wonderful person to cut open, to feel her blood slipping through his fingers would be interesting.
She was – or at least appeared – such a normal, pretty, kind woman. A smile on her lips, a twinkle in her eyes, and a perpetual care for her students. But shinigami help him, he didn't buy it for a second. There was something deep – something bubbling underneath her pristine skin. Something he wanted to see and understand.
His fingers itched to cut her open.
Stein sighed deeply and tried to direct his thoughts to another wavelength. He shouldn't have accepted the position at Shibusen. He wasn't altogether sane. He'd never been altogether sane.
"This should suffice." She held out a bottle of some blue elixir to him. "Should get rid of your headache."
His eyes drew instinctively drawing to the where her blonde hair brushed her neck as she faced him once more. The blonde strands tickled the creamy white skin giving undue attention to that vulnerable soft spot.
How he wanted to let his fingers drag and press against his skin. He wanted to taste her skin – to see if he could taste whatever it was she was hiding. Then he could shove her somewhere she couldn't move and slowly cut the skin of her neck – marveling as her gorgeous blood – for it could only be gorgeous – spilled, staining the pristine cream wrapping of her body. He would watch as her eyes slowly dimmed and she faded from very life itself.
"Dr. Stein?"
He shook his head lightly and took the bottle from her fingers. The slight brush of his fingers against hers as he did sent another myriad of unwelcome thoughts parading through his mind. "Thank you, Medusa."
This woman was not good for his sanity.
He had so little of it left.