A/N: This was written from the word "Number" also prompted by TheAUWalker. Features Stein and Marie.
"Marie, I want you to count," his tongue slid against the shell of her ear as he whispered into it. "Just count. You'll know what. Don't move, don't do anything except count."
She just swallowed, giving him a slight nod that he felt rustle his hair. With a smirk that she couldn't see he dipped his head to her neck and his tongue flicked out, drawing a wet line before he blew on it, causing the woman to shiver. His right hand rested on her side as he kissed her neck gently and then repeated the process.
"Two," Marie murmured and he smirked. He kissed his way down her body, and she did as he asked, remaining still as she counted. He could feel her trembling as his lips touched her inner thigh, and he smirked up at the woman.
His fingers slipped into her and she gave a strangled cry, but tried her best not to move. He kissed her clit, and didn't hear a number. He crooked his fingers and kissed again. She screamed out the number and he couldn't help but chuckle.
She wasn't able to remain still for long under his ministrations, but towards the end, he didn't care. He was too busy taking care of his own need to worry about the fact that she was writhing below him- in fact, he enjoyed the fact.
After they had calmed and stilled once more he pulled her against him.
"What was the last number?" he asked with a smirk on his face and in his voice.
She just blushed. "I… don't remember."
Stein chuckled. "We'll just have to try again then, won't we?"
She smiled back at him. "That sounds like a plan, Franken. We have our lives to try again and again." She kissed him, and he suddenly felt like then was the best time to try his experiment again.