(All characters are over 18, for context this is based on a pathfinder/D&D character, hence the class abilities)
Pushing in your chair, you sigh. Its been a long week. Stretching, you look at the clock. To your surprise your grading took longer then you thought. 8 o'clock! It's Friday, quite a bit later then you intended. You shrug to yourself, grabbing your coat as you head out to your vehicle, lost in thought. All the things you would like to address with your students after that abysmal test. You are trying to wrap your head around how so few of your students did well on it when your thoughts are cut by a shrill scream.
Looking around you realize you are right outside the science lab. Being a professor, often having safety issues reviewed, you go running instinctively. Clearly any distress in the science lab is a bad sign. Barging in, the science lab appears to be in a bit of a disarray. The usual orderly appearance gone, but you don't care. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the dark red hair of Brielle, who seems to be struggling to remove a substance you don't recognize from multiple places, her clothes are oddly ripped, and the flesh underneath looks irritated and burnt all up and down her body. You reach over and grab gloves, running in without hesitation to help.
Brielle distractedly glances at you as you ask how you can help. "I've almost got it" she mutters, pointing to the spill bin in the corner. You grab it and wheel it over. Brielle is breathing hard, possibly a bit in shock. She clears all the towels and cloths into the bins before leaning against the counter. You spring into action, realizing she doesn't know her clothes and skin are reacting.
Gently, you say "its ok, come on." Leading her to the wash station a few steps away. "tell me what happened."
In a rush Brielle speaks, so quickly you barely understand. You follow that she made a mistake with plant placement and misread the timing of their fertile season, causing a reaction and huge mess. "so stupid..." she ends with, now soaked and standing under the water, looking defeated. You remove the gloves and reach out, knowing she's rinsed quite a bit, and allow your lay on hands to work its magic.
Visibly, Brielle relaxes as some of her wounds clear up. She winces though, taking a look at herself finally and blushing a bit as she realizes half her clothing had been eaten away. Some of her clothing appears fused to her skin, so you stop. "I'll give Dallas a ring and see what we should do next" you say, giving Brielle a reassuring smile. "its only been about 5 mins, 10 more or so and we should be good. I have a jacket here don't worry" you tell her. As you step away, calling Dallas.
"Hello!?" a partially laughing female voice picks up, tons of noise in the background. You hear Dallas grab the phone, and some rustling. "yah, whats up" Dallas says into the phone, clearing his voice.
"Haha, sorry dude." You laugh, quickly giving him the run down on what's happened.
"Shit" he mutters. "The Dean,Bridget, is gonna be pissed.... Whatever, she wil live... Brielle should be fine though. The fused clothes might be a pain, but some focused lay on hands or clerical work should do the trick. Did you need me to come down there? Or you could take her in, or hell if your comfortable you could help her?" Dallas explains, clearly sympathetic to the situation as his entire demeanor changed quickly.
"We are good, I'll see how she wants to deal with it and go from there. Thanks man. Enjoy your night" you laugh, hanging up.
Turning back to Brielle, she's got an arm leaning against the wall, head against it. With a moment to breathe you notice much of the remains of her clothes are tattered, covering very little. Her curves blatantly obvious and alluring. Your cock twitches as you wonder how that nipple would feel in your mouth before snapping yourself out of it.
"Good news" you say after clearing your throat quietly. "medically, all should be fine, only a few more minutes, but, we do have to deal with the fused clothes. I could help, or I could run you down to the hospital if you prefer? Magic is the best way without it being uncomfortable "
Immediately Brielle shakes her head. "ugh, no" she sighs. "I'm embarrassed enough. I'm sorry Charles, this was careless of me. Do you mind?" she looks up at you now.
Glancing at her body, you smile as you say in a casual tone "Not at all, but it looks like your clothes fused in quite a few places. You sure your comfortable with it? For me to help will be... pretty hands on"
Brielle looks closer, realizing what you are telling her. For a moment she's very quiet.
Concerned, you put a hand on her shoulder, shutting off the shower. "hey, its ok, I can take you to a clinic or hospital and they can do it. Are you hurting?" you ask
Brielle laughs a bit, glancing up, causing you to see she had been blushing. "No, no...." she reassures you, "it doesn't hurt at all. I'm just realizing how much of a mess I made of my clothes" she laughs. Then, still embarrassed and blushing, she looks at you very directly. "It might take a while, honestly, I'd rather a friend help than a stranger, but can we go somewhere else? Even the nurses office? It would be way more comfy." She bites her lip nervously.
"Of course" you say, passing her a hand towel so she can dry off some. Once she does, you say "here," as you pass her your coat. Laughing, she points to the wall and asks for a lab coat. Covering up, you guys secure the science lab and head down to the nurses office. Punching the code, you guys go in and turn on the light. Two comfortable double beds with a curtain between them and a standing desk on each side, immaculate as always. Putting your briefcase and jacket down, you look to Brielle. She shrugs off the lab coat, letting it drop near the door as she walks over to the bed, her heels clicking and her body looking alluring even through the pieces of fabric clung to her skin. You swallow, watching her. She sits on a bed, facing away from you. Undoing a button on your dress shirt, and each of the cuffs, you roll your sleeves up, adjust your twitching member, and go sit behind her.
"Ready?" You ask. She nods. You push her hair forward so you can see her back, filling with compassion as you see where the leftover pieces are. Slowly, sensually and methodically, you begin to use your lay on hands in purposeful bursts removing the fused pieces and leaving her skin flawless beneath your hands. Without thinking, you gently kiss the areas as you go. Sighing in pleasure. Brielle relaxes into your touch, your healing powers acting like a slow massage.