Author's Note: I don't own anything Soul Eater related, nor do I own the characters, as much as I would like to. This is also my first time writing this kind of fic so... Please don't completely tear me to shreds D:

"Nake, snake, cobra, coubra…" Medusa murmured to herself as she was working on a new 'herbal medicine' for the students. It seemed like she was lazily slouching in her chair, her shoes making a slight noise against her feet as she shifted them back and forth. Everything was going according to plan, thus far; the successful infiltration of the school, and her brilliant disguise as the school nurse. A menacing grin crossed her lips, as she basked in the glory of her success once again, before it slowly disappeared. There was one person, bound to discover her true plan eventually.

"Franken Stein…" she almost snarled to herself. Letting go of her two small bottles of 'herbal medicine', she sunk back into her chair with a low growl. That name had been haunting her for days. Repeatedly that was the only person she could think about whenever she had a spare moment. There was no way that one man could interest her so much, not even with a common interest in science. Her eyes met the ceiling as she repeated his name, over and over within her mind, "Damnit!" with one swift motion, she snapped forward, slamming her hands on the table in front of her, causing a splash, a few droplets to fall from the bottles, and onto the table. For a moment Medusa just watched, as the droplets fell to the table, making their own little individual splashes, followed by the settling onto the table.

"He'll be the death of me for sure…" she stood from her chair, trying her best to shake him out of her head, and to grab the just out of reach, roll of paper towels. Medusa had a look in her eyes, one of death, as she angrily tore a single sheet off the roll, and placed the roll back in its proper resting place, listening to the roll wobble for a moment before it stabilized as she looked at the mess in front of her. Cursing under her breath, she lifted each bottle, cleaning them gently and efficiently, before pressing their corks into them roughly, putting them away and wiping down the table, "Stein... That damned fool... He's too clever not to realize who I really am…." She kicked off her shoes, shoving them under the desk "And I hate those damned things…." With a satisfying grin, she wiggled her now free to breathe toes. Whoever invented shoes needed to be shot.

Medusa, lost in her moment of thought and rage, had not realized the all too familiar sound of a chair, rolling down the hallway. It was Doctor Stein, rolling along his usual merry way, humming a soft little tune, which he lovingly wrote himself. (Not really. It was just the Soul Eater opening theme song. Don't tell him that. He hasn't quite realized it yet). He was unusually happy that day for some strange reason, and hadn't really felt that way in quite a long time. Sure he perceived to be happy on a daily basis, but a man of science always has a lot on his mind, so much, that sometimes there aren't truly any chances to take a moment to stop and smell the flowers. What did you think the screw was there for? Decoration? The more focused your thoughts are, the happier you can be. Half way down the hall, he heard the slam of Medusa's hands to the desk, and arched a curious brow. Ceasing his humming, and pressing his glasses onto the bridge of his nose with one finger, he rolled a bit slower, intending to sneak up on the seemingly frustrated woman.

Peering into the room, he watched as Medusa went about her business, snarling and cursing under her breath as she paced around the room, cleaning things up as she did when she was really pissed off. He slowly rolled himself into the room, and shut the door behind him, locking it so no students would walk in. Today was the day he would confront her about her identity. For a while, he had admittingly been a bit scared... okay, maybe a little bit more than scared, to confront Medusa about the possibility of her being a Witch. If in fact she were a Witch, Stein would be on his own in fighting her, and could result in a one sided battle, in Medusa's favor. Many times he did the math to see what the chances of him winning would be. The first time he forgot to carry a three. He never liked the odds. Unfortunately for Medusa, he heard her last comment about figuring out who she really was.

"Who are you really, Nurse Medusa?" Stein commented, peering up at her through his glasses, a gleam reflecting off his glasses due to the florescent lighting in the room, his left hand reaching up and clicking his screw in several swift rotations.

"Shit!" Medusa tensed up, not only startled by the man now sitting behind her, but by the fact that she had been talking to herself aloud. Normally she never had a habit of doing so, but it seems that her little disguise charade had taken the best of her. Turning on her heel slightly, she shifted to make eye contact with Stein, leaning against the wall, "What do you mean, 'who am I really'? I'm a nurse. Other than that I'm a rather boring woman, if I should say so myself." On the inside, Medusa was sweating bullets, even though a fake chuckle acted as her disguise.

"You seem to be acting rather suspicious as of lately." Stein, once again, grinned clicking his screw "People don't act suspicious for no reason. Are you hiding something? Or could something be troubling you? Because normally, people don't walk around clinics barefoot." He pointed out with a small chuckle of amusement.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've just been having a rather… odd couple of days. Nothing I do should seem suspicious. And it's so much more comfortable without shoes on. How dare you question my preferences?" Medusa was ready to kill him, "One false comment, one false move… and I'll have his head…"

"Odd? Define 'odd'…" Stein was playing with her now at this point. He decided not to confront her after all, not till he had gathered more evidence. Rather, he decided to toy with her for a little while, and see the fun that would come out of it. "I'll consider this a 'social experiment'... " You can almost see the little child Stein within him clapping away happily with excitement.

Medusa swallowed roughly "Is he toying with me?" she could almost sense it coming from him. The joy in asking too many questions, especially with that damned grin on his face "Well… I just have a lot on my mind, that's all!" Unfortunately for her, that was the truth. No matter how hard she tried to keep her mind focused not only on her mission, and her 'herbal remedies', her mind kept wandering. Mostly towards Stein! Not for one moment could she comfortably close her eyes, without seeing Stein, making direct eye contact with her. Him standing in front of her, without his glasses on, a bit of his hair messily in front of his face, that soft, but gentle smirk across his lips… his nicely pressed suit, as he holds his hand out for hers… and there she went again. Her mind drifting off, even though he was right in front of her!

"Your face is red. Do you have a fever?" Stein got up, just before Medusa could snap herself back into reality. The back of his hand pressed up against her forehead, forcing her back to her senses.

Medusa jumped, swatting his hand away from her face "Just what the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you touch me!" Her heart began to race, and she almost couldn't breathe "He actually touched me… Damnit! His hands were surprisingly soft… and warm….Mrrr!" she stumbled into a table, and moved around it.

"I was only checking to see if you have a fever." Stein put his hands into his coat pockets "Medusa, I think you should sit down. You look like you're about to collapse."

Taking a few more steps backwards, Medusa shook her hands out in front of her. Never before had she felt so flustered, so automatically she assumed he had done something to her "Don't you come near me! Get out this instant before I—" before she could finish her sentence, Medusa was plummeting towards the ground. The last thing she saw was Stein reach out for her, and she did feel him grab her arm… only seconds before the back of her head hit the ground, and she blacked out.

Several Hours Later….

Throbbing. A small groan escaped her lips as she opened her eyes. The lights were unfortunately bright, and her head was throbbing from having hit the floor. What had happened? Medusa wasn't entirely sure and just the attempt to think about it made her head ache more than it already was. It felt as if she had been hit by a train or something bigger. Maybe two trains. Three. That should be about right. It took her longer than she liked to open her eyes and look around with her now slightly shaky vision. She was in one of the clinic hospital beds, neatly tucked in. It seemed like she had been hooked up to some monitors for a bit, for observation, but it had all been unplugged… for a few minutes? Medusa picked up the heart monitor chart, eye balling the time, with her now clear vision. It had last been used only 5 minutes ago. Sitting up in a startle, she realized that she had been disrobed, and placed in a gown.

"STEIN!" Medusa raged, screaming at the top of her lungs, and slamming her hands down on the hospital bed. It didn't take long for her to realize that all her undergarments and clothes were gone, with her panties as an exception. (They have cute little white vector arrows on each side).

"Yes, Medusa?"

Twitching, Medusa turned her head to the right. Stein had been sitting there, watching her every move patiently from his little chair "You disrobed me!" Her hand shook in frenzy, and her hand balled into a fist.

"And how else would you expect it? I cannot lace up an EKG machine with clothing in the way. How interesting it is to see that you do not wear a bra though. One less article of clothing to remove." he grinned widely, clicking his screw.

"I... am going... to KILL YOU!" Medusa growled, and leapt out of the bed, tackling Stein out of his chair, and directly to the floor. She proceeded to throw several punches at his head, to avoid the risk of revealing herself as a Witch. Stein dodged them, almost mockingly as she growled louder, followed by several profanities and accusations of him being a disgusting pervert. Throughout all this, surprisingly, Stein did not laugh once. There was a bit of grinning, especially when he caught both of her wrists, and immediately reversed the situation. That's right ladies and gentlemen. Medusa was now pinned. "Let go of me! You're sick! You're disgusting! You're—" Instantly she found herself cut off, staring up at his eyes. In the entire commotion, his glasses had fallen off, falling neatly onto the floor.

"I am what?" Stein blinked, "Guilty of trying to help you?"

"I hate you." Medusa tried to wiggle out from underneath him. Easily she could throw him off, but she had to maintain her disguise. Maybe secretly she somewhat wanted to be in that position, though she would never openly admit it.

"Do you?" With a grin, Stein pressed down on her wrists harder.

"I REALLY hate you... with every single little fiber of my being."

"And why's that? I would think you'd be thankful for me helping you."

"My ROBE is on BACKWARDS." If looks could kill, Stein would've been killed about six times over by now.

"I couldn't quite move you to fasten it properly… you kept rolling back into awkward positions. It least I tied it in the front to provide some coverage."

Medusa blushed. He had been just trying to help. For a moment things were okay, she wasn't going to kill him. Until he opened his big mouth, and the following escaped it:

"Hmm… that doesn't seem to quite be working."

Once again, misfortune on Medusa's behalf. During their struggle, and her attempts to knock the living daylights out of Stein, the thin string that had been holding the gown together, had snapped. Unknowingly to her, to Steins delight, her bust was in full display. Just before Medusa had a chance to scream bloody murder, Stein, with a gutsy display, seized the opportunity and kissed Medusa, leading her into a passionate kiss. The world was still for a moment as Stein's lips met Medusa's. Her eyes were wide open, and when she realized, Stein's were closed, and that's when it hit her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the only one crazily thinking about the other. Could Stein have been thinking about her? Or was this another way of toying with her? After a moment, Stein broke the kiss, looking into Medusa's eyes. She didn't seem very amused at the situation, and a part of him felt extremely guilty.

"I apologize for that. I was too forward."

"Answer me this..." Medusa was going to get to the point "Are you toying with me, or was that sincere?" For a moment it was completely quiet. In her mind, he was toying with her, the silence explained it all. "The silence answers that. Now let me—"

"No." Stein finally answered boldly.

"It wasn't sincere?" Medusa tried not to look pained.

"No as in I'm not letting you go. I'm tired of fighting this, and I know you are too." Stein released Medusa, scooping her up in his arms, and sitting her onto the bed, caringly covering her exposed bust, and retying the string. "You may think I'm crazy, and admittingly I am, but I have feelings for you, and I'm not hiding them anymore. I've been going crazy these last few days, trying to get rid of the very thought of you, but it's almost as if you're haunting my dreams, my mind, and every single thought. I am a man of science, not a man of romance! I may be doing this wrong, being forward with you, but I can no longer take these irrational thoughts that have settled in my head. You… intrigue me, Medusa."

Medusa was caught in a bit of shock. Stein had a reputation of always being a man of his word and behind all his words were passion. Never in her life had she heard a man speak with such power, force, and emotion. For a moment she was completely silent, just staring at him. He was facing his fear, and you could read it in his eyes, that were no longer covered by his glasses.

"Is that all you have to say?"

Stein lowered his head "Yes."

"I see." Medusa lowered her head as well, "I too am in the same predicament."

Stein looked at her in shock. Was she serious?

"For a moment, I thought you were toying with me Franken Stein." She turned her head to the side "But I can see that you mean every word. My 'acting odd' that I was referring to earlier, was referring to you. You too have been haunting my every thought, and making it very hard to concentrate." She looked up at him "Now what do we do that it's all out in the open? Are we supposed to 'hug it out' or something?"

Stein chuckled and sat on the bed next to her. Slowly, he moved his hand and cupped her face, pressing slightly against her jaw line to move her face to his. Once they made eye contact with each other, he smiled softly, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Medusa finally gave in to him. It was something she had wanted, and day dreamed of, but never imagined it would be so thrilling. As he leaned in for another kiss, she leaned forward as well, meeting him half way. The kiss was stunning to both of them, as they continued forward, each kiss one after another lasting just a bit longer than the last. Steins hands found their way to Medusa's waist, and her hands found them removing his coat.

After the coat had been removed, they parted from the kiss, and once again met each others eyes. A small pin could have dropped in the room, and it would have been the loudest noise. Neither of them really knew what to say, or what to do next, or even if what they both wanted to do was appropriate or not, considering the events that had just transpired of them finding out each others feelings.

"Medusa…" Stein finally broke the silence. He watched as Medusa tilted her head in curiosity of what he had to say next, "Am I… doing it right?"

This tickled Medusa's funny bone. The kids in school would constantly be saying that to each other and even though she didn't quite understand the joke, it always made her laugh, since after the question was asked, they'd always say "No! You're doin' it wronnggg" and laugh. At that moment, just that moment, she saw Stein as a small child. Her lip started to twitch in the attempt not to start laughing in his face. Unfortunately she could no longer maintain her look of shock, and burst out into uncontrollable laughter, "Rather interesting question to ask a half naked woman who you disrobed without permission!" she just kept laughing, and then stopped seeing the look on Stein's face. Her comment was cruel to him. The pained look on his face basically screamed 'damn if you do, damn if you don't.'

"I'm sorry, Stein…" she laced her fingers with his, running her thumb over the top of his hand gently, "I know you were only trying to help. Even if this seems like the most inappropriate place to do what we are, what should only matter to us is how we feel. We don't have to do this right now."

Stein could no longer take it. Medusa's words hit his heart, and it hit it quick. With a swift motion of his left hand, he pulled her into a kiss, his fingers brushing the back of her neck, while his right hand found its way slowly up the front of the gown, grasping onto her right breast, squeezing lovingly, his thumb teasing her nipple. Within their kiss, Medusa let out a small, and for her embarrassing squeak, as she felt her body melt into his. Every touch, and every brush of his fingers, created a wild fire low in her abdomen, making its way downward.

With another quick, yet swift motion, he moved Medusa, laying her down onto the bed and climbing over her. His hand served as a guide, to gently lay her head onto the hospital pillow. He parted the kiss, giving her a quick look over, planting small kisses down her jaw line and to her collar bone, breathing soft and warm breaths along the way.

"Stein… I don't know how much I can handle…" Medusa hated to admit it, but sex really wasn't something she was ever really interested in. Creating Crona only took a bit of magic to do, so it's not like reproducing was in her forte. In fact, for the longest time Medusa found reproduction to be pointless. Why take a shot in the dark to create something, if you don't know if it will be perfect or not?

Taking one deep hot breath against her collar bone, he lifted his sights to Medusa's eyes "Are you telling me, that you're… inexperienced?" he arched a brow, "Surely a woman of your beauty has had a few encounters in her lifetime."

Her face flushed red, and she almost looked like she was about to cry from embarrassment. If only she hadn't killed that guy back in college, rather than just accept his advances.

"My my my…" Stein shook his head, and clicked his screw, "Don't you worry. I only had a few encounters before."

"How many…?" Medusa was afraid to ruin the moment. It was an unwritten, but very well known rule that you are never to ask someone about their past relationships unless they brought it up first. Even then, on the other side, they're not supposed to bring up old relationships ever. The rule probably should've been 'never talk about old relationships, ever'.

"Three I would guess?" he thought hard, still clicking his screw, "That sounds about right. I was young, and I thought I was madly in love with her. We spent almost every waking moment together, and people became concerned when we decided to pursue a relationship. We actually rather more, worked together, than were friends. Turned out I was only interested in the science experiments that she and I shared." Quickly he made his way back to nipping and kissing at her collar bone, slowly removing the gown to expose her bust. His tongue lapped over the top of her breasts, and he grinned as she shivered at every gentle lick.

Medusa cooed, "That's it? What was she like? Was she beautiful?" she clearly had her own insecurities. She couldn't possibly imagine Stein preferring her over someone like... say... Marie. Wait. Who was she kidding? Marie is a failure all on her own, without her even having to open her mouth. Damn Toilet-Marrying hussy.

"It doesn't matter, does it? I told you the only reason I really thought I was in love with her, was because we shared the same experiments." Stein looked into Medusa's eyes, "What matters is not the past, but the present and how to begin the future. Can we move along?"

"Not till I know what I want to know."

Stein took off his shirt, since he was a little warm. He shifted himself slightly, since his pants were starting to become a bit more uncomfortable with the lack of 'breathing' room, "Is this better? Will you stop asking questions now?"

There was just absolute silence for a moment. Medusa's eyes didn't know where to look first, as she was trying to take it all in at the same time. Stein's body was perfection, minus the stitches here and there where he clearly experimented on himself. His pecks were hard, his abs perfectly formed, and the bulge in his… "Oh… my…."

Stein grinned an almost devilish grin, clicking his screw once more. He knew what was going through Medusa's mind, especially as he watched her face tint a slight shade of red, "I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? We could always stop." He watched as Medusa shook her head and then looked back up into his eyes. For a moment, it looked like she was going to say something, but he wasn't going to allow it. He was going to turn this innocent, yet evil Witch, into a sex crazed kitten. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, locking her into a deep and very passionate kiss.

Medusa locked up. This couldn't be happening. Was she being driven absolutely mad, just by a man's touch? Every part of her body was craving more of these sensations which she had never felt before. It felt extremely foolish to her, that one could be easily manipulated by mere touch, but even as she was losing her mind, a new experiment started to form in the back of her head.

Pulling back from the kiss, Stein made only a brief amount of eye contact, long enough for Medusa to look at him after reopening her eyes. He once again started his journey, nipping at her neck, then her collar bone, between her breasts, and down her stomach. Each little kiss caused her to wriggle beneath him, and chuckle nervously. He paused for a moment, looking up at her, "What's the matter, ticklish?"

Medusa turned a deeper shade of red, "Don't you make fun of me!" she huffed, "It's not my fault you know…."

A soft, but deep chuckle escaped Stein's lips, the air brushing against Medusa's skin, "Whatever you say…." Looking back down at her stomach he grinned with an idea. Putting two fingers on the top of her underwear, he slowly pulled them down just past her hip bone, and then stopped. He noticed she was tensing up, "Don't tell me you're embarrassed, Medusa."

"I told you, stop making fun of me, Stein!"

As he started to laugh, he brushed his chin against her stomach, letting the small prickly bristles of his face stubble, tickle her skin. This caused Medusa to let out a small whine as she tried to wiggle away from him. The more she tried to wiggle away, the more he pressed.

"Stein! Don't! Stop it tickles!" She barely managed to get it out between the laughs, and the tears now forming in her eyes.

"Don't stop? Well, whatever you say…" he smirked, continuing with the charade.

"No! I mean stop!"

"Well, make up your mind already!" As he sat up to climb back over her, with one fell swoop, he pulled down her underwear, removing them completely, and tossing them aside. They hit the door, and conveniently hung onto the door knob.

"STEIN?" was the last thing Medusa was able to yell in embarrassment. He had climbed over her once again, locking her in a deep kiss. He pulled back briefly, "You must like saying my name..." and before she could argue her point, let alone protest, he had her in yet another kiss. Continuing to kiss her, he took the moment to undo his own pants, and slide his pants and underwear off. Parting from the kiss, he grinned, and slid a hand between her legs, causing her to once again squeak.

"Ah..!" was the only thing Medusa was able to really say as she arched her back, because she almost accidently said his name again. The little experiment Medusa had been brewing in the back of her mind, disappeared at this point. There was just too much going on to even try and experiment. Looking down with a flustered face, she saw Stein at full attention and nearly had a heart attack. "Stein we can't do this."

"Why not?" he pressed his thumb against her clit moving it in a gentle circle, watching her wiggle and blush, "I'd say you're almost ready.."

"But.. ah... I... un..." she was trying to tell him to stop but the entire thing was way too pleasing for her to even get a word out.

With a chuckle, he went ahead and pressed two of his fingers into her, his thumb still massaging her clit, "How does it feel, Medusa...?" he spoke with a low growl. Before she had a chance to respond, he moved and locked her into another kiss. His hands were gentle, yet rough, and extremely good at what he was doing to her. Her moans escaped from her lips and into his mouth, before she hit his arm with one of her hands, pulling away from the kiss.

"STOP! Unn..!" she closed her eyes tightly and her body shook as she arched reaching her first climax. Her eyes opened looking at Stein embarrassingly.

"Well… how was that?" he grinned moving his way down her body again.

"I… wha… it was… AH!" before she could give her response, he had moved his thumb from her clit, giving it a few gentle licks, wiggling the two fingers inside her against her g-spot. He watched as with every little small movement he made, her body twitched, causing her to make the cutest little noises. Removing his hand, he lapped up all the juices before pressing her tongue into her, listening to her loud moans, when he pressed his fingers in one more time, licking her clit, and making her cum again.

Continued in Chapter 2.