Day 4 & Day 5: “You feel so good and wet.” & “I can’t control myself around you.”
You fidgetted nervously in the waiting room, occasionally twiddling with your thumbs and tap tap tapping your foot against the floorboards from some emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint. Dread? Anticipation? Excitement? Hm, maybe not the latter.
Why would you be excited about a visit to the doctor?
If anything you hated these check-ups, but with them being mandatory, you couldn't really weasel your way out of it. You weren't usually as paranoid as you were now, not when you'd reached a point where you were actually comfortable coming here every so often. No, it was the fact that today of all days, your usual doctor wasn't in.
Someone else was gonna take their place.
You sighed. Why hadn't they told you sooner? You would've easily made other arrangements, moving a few dates here and there. It wasn't that you were afraid or anything, but you had just grown to like your regular one... after at least a dozen visits. The last thing you needed was to go through the whole charade again with this new face you were yet to see. Anxiety was shooting through you like a bullet and when your name was called out, you almost shrieked from how mentally preoccupied you'd been.
The culprit who'd come to collect you was a rather lean man, you could even go as far as to call him lithe. His coat hugged his slim figure, draping down until it reached just above his knees where it met loose dress pants. You could just make out his slender legs hidden underneath the material. He was relatively tall, though that might've been due to his thin build, but he was taller than you. That was for certain.
Propped atop his nose was a set of light glasses, with a delicate frame and lenses that were almost thin enough to be invisible. His brown hair was loosely combed, you'd even call it messy with how strands were going in all directions, but still, there was some appeal in its untidy fashion. As your eyes raked over him, studying each feature, he was busying himself with a clipboard that he held. With how his veins were slightly protruded, you figured he was handling it with a firm grasp, despite having such dainty hands.
You found out soon enough that he was reading your file, indirectly getting to know you whilst you barely had a clue about this stranger.
Without a word, you'd settled down in the chair nearest to his desk and observed as he continued scanning the papers before his eyes. He sauntered slowly to his chair, unlike your rushed shuffle, eventually placing himself down and still resumed to reading the words. His eyes were sharp behind those frames, and you hadn't noticed but you'd been watching them, eyeing how those blues flitted over the sheet back and forth, back and forth.
When he looked up, you flinched and felt your blood chill.
His ceruleans narrowed at first, then with a crinkle he was sending a warm smile. You eased at the sight. His lips parted and the first impression struck you. "Ah velcome, velcome, my name is Dr. Schneeplestein, I hope you are doing vell." When you heard the usual pleasantry, your brow raised upon detecting the foreign accent. He chuckled at your reaction then turned to place down the information surrounding you. He nodded to you, to which you meekly smiled back. "So, vhat can I help you vith today?"
Just as you had done in the previous room, you shifted uncomfortably. Schneeplestein seemed to notice this and he wore an expression of concern and... confusion. "Vas it somezhing I said?" Your face fell for a second then trickled in with embarrassment. "No, no." You began, sheepishly. "This is gonna sound so stupid," You paused. "Go on." He urged you with a soft voice, in hopes it would soothe your nerves. And it did.
"...uh well, I just don't like the idea of a stranger kinda y'know..." He mused your confession with a stroke at his chin and a cocked brow but just as you felt colour drain away from how it seemed he was silently judging you, he finished off with a warm and quiet laugh. "Ves, ves I completely understand, but zhere is no need to worry my dear. Zhis vill be over soon." Usually, that would've deterred you and you'd just shrug it off as some false promise, but there was something behind the thick accent that made you reconsider. With that, you nodded and placed your trust in his hands.
"Wunderbar!" He leaned back in his chair, content with the arrangement. His exclamation had brought your attention to the way he'd clasped his hands. Slender fingers intertwined, with his right resting atop his left until both hands were horizontally parallel. It was a posture which you'd gathered intellectuals were privy to using. This doctor being no exception. "Now, vhat vas the problem?"
His eyes twinkled at you as he posed the question, exhibiting a genuine wish to help. You smiled and explained your situation. He listened to each word, intently absorbing all the information that left your lips. He nodded occasionally, humming at times when the details were thought-provoking. You weren't a basket case of course, nor were you a patient that needed immediate attention. This was just a simple routine. Just a monthly visit to check your vitals, get a few blood tests and drop off a sample.
You didn't really expect to get your temperature measured, getting your throat examined and you definitely hadn't prepared for an inspection of your heart rate, but here you were, with a raised shirt, waiting for the doctor to place the stethoscope wherever he desired. He'd insisted despite your mentions of your normal check-ups involving nothing of the sort, but well maybe this was just due to the fact different doctors had different methods?
Yeah, that was probably it.
He'd slipped on gloves beforehand; a tight pair that almost seemed to meld with his flesh. You could even see the creases in his fingers beneath the blue material with the way his knuckles popped when he bent them. It almost appeared as just a thicker layer of skin. But the gloves were there and there they'd stay, especially since you soon found out Dr Schneeplestein was quite a stickler for hygiene.
Despite seeing him close in after receiving confirmation of your awareness, you still shivered as the circular instrument pressed against you. You could easily make out each expression that crossed the doctor with your near to no distance between each other, and some had you internally cursing for your sensitivity.
The last thing you thought you'd ever hear your doctor slithered into your ears, and with it, you shuddered a little more.
"Your skin is beautiful."
He withdrew the end of the device and a second almost seemed to last for an eternity as you merely sat there, with your top still lifted. You swore you could feel his eyes travelling over your torso, scrutinising as it sought to identify each intricate detail, each minute feature. Something that the ordinary public would spend little to no time with.
The feeling of rubber alerted you, immediately yanking you away from your train of thought. A stammer began to trickle over your lips, but they merely became a dribble of unidentifiable words. It was just, what one could describe as protesting sounds. But you didn't shy away, you didn't shrink back or try to escape his hand's exploration. No, you stayed there and let him do as he pleased.
Maybe he was trying to confirm with his own hands what he'd heard from using the tool around his neck.
"So soft. So smooth. So perfect." You could feel how your entire body immersed in flames, heating up as if you'd been baking in an oven for hours. Your attention had flitted away from him the second his gloved hand had met your pinkened chest, and it only continued to break away as his breath now tickled your aflame flesh. You couldn't see how close he was, but you knew, he wasn't far.
His other hand soon arrived and you bit your lip as they violated every code that pertained to customer service. But for some reason, unbeknownst to you, you didn't stop him.
He noticed this almost instantly.
With a newfound urge to carry on, Schneeplestein had removed your short-sleeve shirt without much inconvenience, especially when you had raised your arms to assist in its riddance. There was something about the way his hands had swept around you, something about how they were so delicate yet so firm, so sure yet so uncertain. It intrigued you.
And simply put.
It felt good.
You wouldn't call yourself touch-starved, but with the way, you were stripping for this stranger from just the sensation of his light touches? You might've reconsidered.
A silent plea was hidden behind your irises as they switched back to meet the doctor's own perplexing blues, but with an analytical mind such as his, you were fairly sure he'd pick it up.
The next second you found yourself whisked to the bland bed that had minded its own business in the corner, and with a faint creak, you two disturbed its peaceful state. A gasp left once you landed atop its firm surface, and in turn he shot an unsettling yet somehow endearing smile as he loomed over your topless figure. A hum rumbled in his throat and you could spy a sheen crossing his eyes that could've easily been mistaken for the glare against his lenses. But to you, it was unmistakable.
"You know, from zhe minute I laid eyes on you I just couldn't, couldn't control myself around you." You budded like a rose, bursting with an all-consuming scarlet, leaving no trace of your natural skin colour. His eyes twinkled at the sight and you only gulped when they shimmered above you. "I vonder... since you didn't say anyzhing..." His leg slipped between both of yours, bent at the knee, scooting until it was inches away from your core. "And still haven't..."
Was this some fever dream? Surely this wasn't real right? You were just being taken right then and there, here in this bed that was somewhat comfortable despite its appearance. And by a stranger no less. by some doctor, you'd never come across. Maybe, just maybe this was a messed up nightmare; a manifestation of your fear. But then, why were you feeling so weird... so odd... so excited.
"Vell, ve can discuss that later. For now, let us begin zhe examination."
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Day 2 & 3: “I got a mirror so you can watch.” & “I’m aching to touch you.”
The click-clack of polished shoes echoed outside the room, presumably approaching where you currently resided. Your suspicions were confirmed as they stopped just before the door and you could spy the peak of his shadow creeping underneath the wooden fixture. Ears picked up the twist of a knob and with a graceful push, light spilled in, flooding the dressing room with the colours of his finished performance. You made out the audience and how they filed out of the auditorium, moving like clockwork. A few struggled and pushed past, but luckily no fights broke out. The door had been closed just as skilfully from the magician's deft fingers and now he turned to meet you.
Your focus mainly rested on the signature mask he was renowned for, and your heart skipped a beat as they landed on the narrowed eyes that seemed to be studying you. The feline slinked closer and you felt how his cape breezed past you, its almost ethereal material ghosting over your small frame. It took you a second to realise he was simply removing a few items; some jewellery and a few tricks he had up his sleeve. But still, you clung to the sensation and idea that he'd just brushed against you with purposeful intent.
His dulcet tones caught you off-guard and he witnessed as you flinched. A small smile danced along his moonlit complexion. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." It softened into a kind smile that was sure to draw out words from you like a kiss. You could trust him. How could you not?
"But now you have me for as long as you want." It seemed like his statement implied that you had all the time in the world. And for a moment, he had you believing that you did.
You cleared your throat and dismissed his apology, laughing nervously in the process. "No, no it's fine. You had to do your show. It's completely understandable." As you reassured him, Marvin brought a gloved hand to his face whereupon he fixed his mask until it was snug. His lips curled up once again and you found your cheeks blossoming. "If I had known sooner that you were planning on paying a visit, I would've postponed it." You watched as his hand trailed along the curvature of his mask and eyed as he tucked a tuft of hair behind his ear. "Your time is worth more than any performance I could ever put on."
A faint giggle rose up in your throat and spilled over your thin lips. Like Marvin, you brought a lock of your own hair behind your ear, but unlike the magician, you carried hesitation and nervousness. His gaze never once left you. It was trained, fixated, transfixed. Sharp like the very animal his mask depicted.
He proffered a smile that calmed you, soothed every fibre in your body. Something that took away your troubles, your tension, every worry and care. Like some miracle drug. Truly, magical.
A hitched breath escaped you as the brush of cotton met your wrist and soon began to wrap around, engulfing the circumference of your small joint. You listened as your reaction elicited an amused chuckle from the male, and with it, your cheeks rushed with blood. He guided it away, gently, delicately, with deft hands that made you melt from his very touch.
The words that fled his rose lips reduced you to exactly that. A puddle on the floor. "There's no need to be shy pumpkin, I don't bite." He fluttered his lashes, flashing those baby blues that swirled like the calmest oceans you'd ever seen. "But I admit, that shade of red looks lovely on you."
You lit up like a Christmas tree at his whisper. The words were almost tangible, palpable in the air as they danced around you like silk wisps. Marvin still remained composed, with the only feature being his smile that would occasionally change. But even the turn of his lips was subtle.
What you hadn't realised was how even in your times of bashfulness, that your eyes had never left the magician's. They stayed glued, compelled by some force that refused to let you tear away. Though the thought hadn't crossed you.
And that made it easier for him.
He still had possession of your arm, though, with his feather-light touch, it was easy for it to go undetected. One hand held it whilst the other gently laid on top, cupping your palm in his own. It was a tender gesture, and you sprouted like a tulip that adorned vibrant reds.
"You're as red as the roses I conjure up." The hand that rested atop yours began to glide up. "I wonder..." He explored your forearm, raising hairs on its end as he continued travelling up. The way it felt was indescribable, but you liked it. "...if your entire body..." He'd leaned closer and closer as his hand moved along your limb, and now you noticed how he brushed against your inner thigh. When had the distance shrunk so suddenly? "...is as red as your face right now."
You felt a heat bubble within the pit in your stomach, and you squirmed slightly which only caused a grin to spread. "Care to enlighten me, dear?" A bite at your lip and another shift evoked a low chuckle. His leg rubbed against yours now, steady in its movements. His hand had left your arm thereafter and snaked its way up to your cheek, where he caressed your jawline in a way that made you feel starved once it left. He gripped your chin and forced it down, though to you it felt like you had voluntarily done so.
"Undress for me." His voice was so soft, so delicate, so rich. A purr that you couldn't resist. He'd pulled back leaving you with nothing but the phantom of his touch and the piercing stare that seemed to glow slightly. Maybe it was the dim lighting. But you weren't focused on how he'd retreated, no, you were currently stripping, right before his eyes. He observed you, studied each area that became bare as you peeled back each layer. His slender eyes ignited with entertainment whilst a smirk formed from amusement.
As you stood there, body painted in the same dark scarlet, Marvin's throat rumbled in delight. He picked himself up from the chair he'd been seated on and with a flick of his wrist, he'd swung his cape to the side. He slinked behind you, sneaking around before hands draped around your sides. A head rested in the crook of your neck and he purred into your blazed flesh.
"Magnificent. You're magnificent." Slowly they trailed down, and you stifled the noises that bubbled in your throat. "I'm aching to touch you." Another chuckle tickled your neck and you shuddered. His chest was pressed against your back, and it was warm, so warm. You needed it, you wanted it.
"If only you could see yourself." His fingers stretched, beginning their exploration. "Fortunately for you, I've got a mirror so you can watch." You turned your head to the side, where you found Marvin staring straight back. A violet aura was now visible and you froze as your eyes crossed his own.
With a grin like a Cheshire cat, Marvin produced your first moan.
Anger and fury mixed in one as he threw aside God knows how many items of furniture in the room you two were situated in. You'd shrunk back, with arms held above your head, trying to find comfort in your little corner. It was times like these you knew there was no reaching the man, no point in trying.
You reached up to feel your lesson, finding what had been the gash within a few seconds. Lithe fingers trailed over it, over and over, the texture leading you to relive the dreaded moment.
Instantly you were pulled back as Chase's outburst scared the living shit out of you, and as a result, you whimpered. For what seemed like forever finally looked like it was simmering down. The kettle had whistled for long enough and the overflowing water stopped spilling.
You didn't know why you stuck around. But you did.
At first, you figured Chase didn't give a damn, but over time you'd noticed he acknowledged it in his own subtle ways. Little details you started to hold onto. To never miss.
The episode ended with him harshly throwing the empty bottle at the wall, earning flying shards and a nasty cut to his hand. Hearing his distress you crept out, flinging all caution out the window. The idiot had cut himself and you were compelled to patch him up.
On other days you'd call up Schneeplestein, especially if it had been bad. Well, bad was just scraping the surface. Seeing Henrik frown and even hesitate told you more than any word ever would.
"Jesus Chase."
He refused to look at you, but you spied the flush of embarrassment blossoming.
A tear ripped through the silence and along with it Chase had swivelled to see what you were planning on doing. He simply gritted his teeth and grimaced as he eyed your exposed flesh.
"...you loved that shirt."
The ends of your lips tweaked slightly, whereupon a small smile surfaced. "I love you more."
Chase chose to stay silent, now with eyes fixed on the piece of fabric you held in your hand. Following along with his gaze, realisation struck you and with a gentle touch, you manoeuvered to the fresh wound. Thankfully the transparent pieces were easy to remove this time. Chase didn't even flinch. You gulped as a taunting idea rose to mind.
No, it's just not as bad as usual.
Fuck, it shouldn't be usual!
Just as Chase's lips parted to question, you'd begun wounding the material round and round and round. Of course it'd need proper attending to later, but for now, this would do. After you'd tightened the makeshift bandage, you turned to face the ego, who was now inspecting your handiwork.
"...it wasn't that bad."
You could feel a fire flare within you, festering in the pit of your stomach. God, this man could be such a pain sometimes.
"You had a fucking piece of glass sticking out of you like a sore thumb!"
Chase bit his lip and held his hand close to his chest. "I could've handled it."
"Chase..."
Your tone had softened, unlike the first few times where you'd been a bit rough on the ego. But hey, you thought he needed a wake-up call. He'd locked himself away those nights in the basement. You never forgave yourself for it.
Lifting his hand up gingerly, you gifted him with a soft press of lips on the top of his hand, just inches away from the remains of your shirt.
Chase blushed.
You'd begun to lower it until the male spoke up, much to your surprise. "Please, don't stop. Please, that was... nice." And so you brought his trembling palm back up and littered it with kisses.
You didn't know when nor how but you were propped on his lap, with his arm secure around your waist, drawing you closer until your back was pressed into his chest. He'd rested his head atop your shoulder, with his face turned inwardly. He nuzzled into the juncture, prioritising your clavicle as he hummed.
Now you were blushing.
A soft gasp fled your previously pursed lips as Chase began the nibble in the same region, with some being light as clouds and whilst others were rather rough. They managed to elicit the same sounds regardless.
"I love you."
Your roseate cheeks darkened into a crimson upon hearing him utter those words, and the flutter of wings within you brought forth a smile on your pink face.
"I love you too." You'd said it with inflexion, one that intermingled with pure elation and somehow a hint of sadness. He was so broken, you knew that. But you wanted to be there for him. You saw good in him. He was good.
"I love you so much, Stacy."
You would fix him even if it meant you had to break yourself.
