Stein stared at her hand for a moment, a million reasons why he shouldn't go through with it, why he shouldn't let himself take advantage of Marie. 'And it would be taking advantage of her. Whether she says that she's wanted this or not, she's still not well. Refuse!' His logical mind thought desperately, his body already leaning over the woman, his lips on her throat and his hands resting on her hips.

Marie made a small noise and Stein pulled back for a second to study her face. She blushed and looked away from him, and he could see the carotid artery in her neck. It almost seemed to beckon to him, and he smirked, running his tongue lightly across the skin that covered it, feeling her pulse rate increase as he did.

He pushed his lips against the fragile skin, kissing it, sucking lightly on it as his right hand slipped up her body, sliding underneath his shirt. He felt Marie gasp, her pulse increasing as her breathing shortened, and smirked. He counted the thumps against his tongue, sucking lightly at each one, Marie starting to squirm underneath him.

"Hmm… your pulse is a little fast, and that's not the best thing for someone who is recovering from what you did. Do you feel light headed?" He whispered against her ear, his right hand wandering further up underneath her shirt, fingertips brushing against incredibly sensitive flesh.

'Death, I am, but not from what he's implying.' Marie thought, gasping slightly as he let his weight settle on her briefly.

"Your heart is beating incredibly fast, Marie. Perhaps this is something that should wait for another time; we wouldn't want you to relapse." He teased, one hand running down her side while the other supported himself.

Marie arched back, her eye clenched shut, when Stein's hands ran across her panties, a light pressure igniting a fire behind it and a moan escaped her. He slid away from her, his smirk going unseen.

Marie opened her eye to look up at him and gasped. Stein was shirtless now, his chest pale and stitched, but well-muscled. Marie felt her face heat up as he lowered himself against her, and he kissed her cheek gently.

"One last time, Marie. Are you certain, this can't be undone?" His voice sent cold chills down her spine and she arched her hips up against him.

Her voice was little more than another gasp as he rubbed purposefully against her. "Oh Death, yes."

Stein felt something slip and he reached up to turn the screw in his head. He smirked; part of himself detached and watching the events unfold even as his body responding without the need for his conscious mind.

And he enjoyed it, the feel of Marie arching below him, the gasps she made against his lips, the low moans she gave as he ran his hands against her sides, his face buried against her neck as he explored every bit of her.

He trailed his tongue down her neck, and with a swift motion sat up, pulling his shirt off of her. He stared, his hands trailing up her side from her hips, barely brushing against her breasts. Her breath came shorter and shorter and her movements were more and more rigid.

'Like something else.' Stein thought wryly, his pants feeling way too restrictive. "Marie…" He murmured into her ear, pressing himself against her panties. He could feel the goose bumps that covered her entire midsection against his chest and stomach. He slowly slid one hand down between them, slipping just underneath the elastic band and touched something slick and smooth.

Marie's entire body arched back, and she cried out. One glance at her face told Stein that it wasn't in pain or fear. Slowly, drawing it out, he slid a finger against her clit, smirking into her neck as he let his tongue slowly caress her carotid artery again.

Without warning he pushed his finger into her. "Franken!" She gasped out, pushing up against his hand. He wrapped his free arm underneath her shoulders, pulling her up slightly, increasing the pressure on her throat slightly, and slid a second finger into her. Marie gasped, her arms flying up to wrap around his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair. He could feel the muscles in her neck extend as she threw her head back and he chuckled lowly.

One of her hands tentatively touched the screw, and it was like electricity flowed through his body, and he growled against her throat, the sound low and primal. He sat up and with a series of swift motions had removed the only coverings that separated their two bodies. He took another long second to take in her naked form writhing below him on the bed.

Stein leaned down to lightly kiss her breasts, sucking slightly on them. Marie arched against him, her hands tangling in his hair even as he descended, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach and to her inner thighs. She moaned as he gently kissed her lips, his tongue sliding into her even as his fingers played against her clit. He stopped suddenly and she lay panting on the bed.

With a smirk he pushed into her, surprising her slightly- and surprising himself as he felt a small resistance, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. His regret only lasted a second, Marie's moan and arching back to push against him thrust any rational thought out of his mind, and he pulled out, gently pushing into her.

Over and over he repeated the process slowly, smirking as Marie writhed below him, her hands scrabbling at his chest. Stein closed his eyes, pulling all the way out, ready to slide back in when he felt her hand encircle his member as he did so. She tightened her grip as he pushed and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped him.

Removing his hands from her hips he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the bed, leaning forward against her to capture her lips as he began slamming into and out of her. Marie struggled to match him, and couldn't, her breathing coming quicker and quicker; Stein breaking the kiss to push his cheek against hers, almost at his breaking point.

"Franken!" She cried out, her body arching desperately against him, every muscle ridged. With a strangled cry Stein felt himself explode, Marie throbbing around him.

When he came back to his senses he felt something wet against his cheek. "Marie?" Stein asked, worry in his voice.

She was crying.

She didn't answer, just turned to kiss him. "Marie, why are you crying?" He asked quietly.

"You just don't understand." She said, looking up at him. "It's what women do when they get something that they had given up on long ago." A smile crossed her face. "Thank you, Franken…" She trailed off.

Stein rolled off of her, pulling her into his arms. She curled up against his chest, sighing contentedly. She fell asleep in his arms, but he couldn't sleep, even though his body desperately wanted to.

Even with Marie's permission, he had taken something from her that could never be given back, and that haunted the man. He didn't deserve that honor. Sighing he relaxed into the bed, finally falling asleep nearly an hour later.

Marie sat in a cell, her arms and hands bound to her side by thick black cords. One cut painfully into her right hand, and her tormentor sat just outside the door to the cell.

"Are you hungry, thirsty? Perhaps you would like me to remove your bonds?" The red headed witch said.

Marie didn't answer.

"You're in pain, remember?" The witch sneered.

"Franken will take my pain away when he gets here, and kill you." Marie answered calmly.

"Oh, you don't understand do you, Hammer?" The witch got close to the bars, a sadistic grin on her face. "These aren't dreams. Oh no, that would be too simple. He's not going to walk through those doors this time. He's in his own dream right now, and doesn't care about you."

The witch walked around the cell, staring at the death scythe from all sides.

"You're mine now, Marie Mjolnir. I'm never letting you go. You see?" The witch leaned in closer. "I'm a part of you now."

A cackle filled the room.

"You ate me, remember?"

Marie trembled in Stein's arms, her breathing fast and rapid, her heart racing. Fear radiated from her soul, pain echoed through her whole body.

Stein slept on, exhaustion having finally claimed its victim, locked in his own nightmare.

A/N: Let me know how I did, ok? My first ever lemon. And don't worry, there is still story to this :)

I don't own Soul Eater.