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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Soul_Eater
  Relationship:
      Stein/Maka
  Character:
      Franken_Stein, Maka_Albarn
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher/Student, Fantasy
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-06-04 Words: 604
****** The Same Smile ******
by Vector
Summary
     He's not a bad teacher, really, even if it is a little creepy that
     the way he smiles at her when she gets a question right looks so
     close to the way he smiles while talking about taking her apart.
Maka stops abruptly in the middle of the classroom floor as she realizes that
she has somehow forgotten all of her clothes. Fortunately she's gotten there
early, as usual - the room is still empty. She frantically tries to figure out
some way to get back to her apartment for her clothes without anyone noticing.
Why hadn't Soul mentioned anything?
She jumps at the sound of wheels grinding, and her face flushes immediately as
Professor Stein rolls into the classroom.
"Ah, Maka, you're here," he says absently. "Good, I have an extra lesson
prepared for you. Follow me," He rolls back out a different door. Maka is
confused, but if he hasn't noticed that she has no clothes on, she's not going
to point it out. She follows him in silence.
As soon as she steps into the next room Professor Stein is standing, and
suddenly he's got both her arms pinned against the wall above her head. In his
other hand he has a pen. She's startled, but not really afraid, although she
hasn't had nightmares about Professor Stein experimenting on her since before
Soul and Black☆Star's fight last week. He's not a bad teacher, really, even if
it is a little creepy that the way he smiles at her when she gets a question
right looks so close to the way he smiles while talking about taking her apart.
His smile looks more like the latter right now.
The first line he draws is horizontal, just under her ribs on one side, and
it's perfectly straight despite her instinctive squirming. Then a vertical line
to cross it, like when he had her the first time. He draws another cross to
match it on the opposite side, then a long horizontal line just under the bare
curve of her breasts, the pen tickling her skin, his knuckles brushing her
nipples. She suddenly feels very naked, but he's too close for her to push him
away. Then he draws a V to close it off, dipping low across her hips, and she
can't even draw breath to complain.
Then he pulls back to consider the lines on her body. It's a pretty,
symmetrical pattern. But she's been through weeks of dissection labs, and she
knows it's not anything like an efficient pattern.
Stein laughs, which means she must have said that to him that aloud.
"Efficiency is an admirable goal, but not the only one."
Now he has a scalpel in his hand, and he sets it to one of the horizontal lines
he's drawn. Somehow it doesn't hurt, doesn't really slice into her skin, just
trails burning lines of sensation across her skin. She feels hot, and when his
tracing reaches the V, moving down towards her crotch, she finds herself rising
on her toes to tilt her hips and spread her legs wider. Her heart is almost
pounding out of her chest.
Then suddenly she's awake and frustrated, sheets tangled in her legs. The first
thing that occurs to her as she wakes up more is how ridiculous it is to want
to be cut by a scalpel. It would hurt. Now if it was just--
Maka makes a small choked noise and buries her face in her pillow as she
realizes she's imagining Professor Stein smiling at her and pressing his
fingers between her legs. She aches, and her skin is burning.
She needs to stop right now. It was just a dream. She kicks off her blankets
and lays there breathing slowly, trying to calm down. She needs to get back to
sleep and forget about it before class tomorrow.
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