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Routine maintenance of Chase’s cybernetics called for the appropriate space and atmosphere. The quiet of an early morning on the base provided just that in the empty workshop. With years to become familiar with her limbs and all their upgrades, it was simple enough for Chase to settle comfortably atop one of the shop tables with an array of tools and fiddle around with her internal components without fear of causing harm to herself. It was less stressful to perform it all on her own too. As far as science had gotten over the last decade, finding medical engineers familiar enough with her cybernetics usually proved to be more trouble than it was worth. If she wanted it done right, it had to be her to do it.
‘Early’ for Chase usually involved the sun still being hidden away. It wasn’t strange for her to be the first one awake out of the entire team on base. She used to have a stricter bedtime but recently found herself awake until midnight on most nights. When she finally did fall asleep, something compelled her to wake up only a few hours later. It didn’t phase her all that much. Her body was designed in such a way that she didn’t need as much sleep as her associates.
Chase grumbled around the handle of her screwdriver as a synthetic tendon slipped from its tucked-away spot to cover the metal plate she was currently trying to screw back in. She gingerly pressed a finger to it, pulling the delicate printing to the side. Taking the tool back in her hand, she peered into the mechanics of her arm, carefully touching the tip to the last screw to finish the job. Once secure, she pressed the metal latch down on her arm to cover it. She held the arm out and wiggled her fingers around before curling them into her palm. Then she bent it at the elbow and made large circles, moving from the shoulder. Everything working as intended.
Just as she pulled her leg up on the table to examine her knee plate, her ears picked up the sound of footsteps. She didn’t have to do much guesswork to figure out who it was. In fact, she found herself pleasantly surprised. Glancing at the wall clock, the time read ‘2:33’ in the morning. The thud of boots as they crossed over the concrete that made up the loading area ground grew closer. Chase raised her head to stare at the open bay door.
“Hey, hey!” Stone’s large stature filled a good portion of the shop entrance as she came into view. Chase raised a brow, confused to see her girlfriend here. In the woman’s arms was an absurdly large amount of flowers which she already knew came from the side ditches of the gravel road leading into town. The thought of Stone walking along and yanking up every bright red, yellow, and orange wildflower she could find was certainly endearing. Chase looked at her other hand. Held firmly, and likely to be melted by her body heat, were four of Chase’s favorite chocolate bars. The shorter woman’s foot slipped off of the table, both legs now dangling from its edge as she chuckled.
“What are you doing up?” she asked as Stone entered the workshop, arms extending to offer the gifts as soon as she was close enough.
“It’s Valentine’s day!” the taller woman exclaimed, stopping next to the table. Chase put one hand out and was rewarded with the four chocolate bars. They felt very soft under the wrappers.
“I mean, technically it is, yeah.” Chase said, placing the candy off to the side. She then looked at the flowers. A few small bugs crawled around and fluttered off the leaves and petals, “And why are you actually dressed?”
Stone’s hand tilted the makeshift bouquet to the side as she looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a loose t-shirt from one of the local bars, its sleeves torn off like a majority of all the ones she owned. The bottom of it was tucked into stained blue jeans with tears in the knees and secured with a worn belt she had gotten from Cassidy. It was far from flashy or romantic but still more put together than Chase would expect at this hour. Stone shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to look nice for ya’.”
The shorter woman leaned forward, grabbing the sides of the belt to pull her in with an amused smile, “You always look good to me.”
“Oh, yeah?” Stone allowed herself to be wrangled in, reaching her arm over to set the flowers down on the table before she wrapped them around the other to embrace. Chase followed in suit, her own snaking around her girlfriend’s hips. She allowed herself a moment to rest against her covered chest and inhale the warm fabric of her shirt. The scent of sweat barely masked by men’s body wash gave her a sense of comfort. Stone pressed the two of them firmly together as she stood between her parted legs.
“Mm-hm.” Chase murmured. They enjoyed this feeling in the near-quiet of the workshop, the droning of the overheard lights the only thing keeping it from being completely silent. After a few minutes, Stone pulled back. Her hands rose up to cup Chase’s jaw, tilting her head so she could lean down for a kiss. The first two were brief, as they always were before their lips meshed together more confidently. The shorter woman’s hands slid up the other’s back, her fingers pressing into the muscular flesh beneath.
They would part for air but maintain the momentum of energy, slowly ramping up by deepening their kiss as Chase gripped fistfuls of fabric to pull herself into Stone. The other obliged her advances by removing her hands from her jaw, resting them on her sides to urge her to lay back on the table. They finally separated so the taller woman could press her lips to the side of Chase’s face, leaving a quickly-cooling trail of affection down her neck to her collarbone as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts to start pulling. Chase felt her face grow hot in realization.
“Dez.” she muttered. Her girlfriend lifted her head to look back at her.
“What’s the matter? Am I goin’ too fast?” Stone questioned. She only shook her head.
“We’re in the shop-” Chase began, quickly being interrupted by a scoff.
“Ain’t nobody here. I ain’t see anybody when I was on my way over, bet they’re still tucked away in their beds.” Stone insisted, rubbing the other’s sides eagerly, “Please let me eat ya’ out here, Viv, I’ve been thinkin’ all about it for a week now. Every time we sat here and talked and ya’ fixed yourself up. Ya’ look so nice up on this table.”
As embarrassed as Chase would be if someone found them, the way her girlfriend begged to perform was insanely arousing. It wasn’t that unusual of a request either. The taller woman would often instigate situations in the showers and breakrooms. Generally, it was just a lot of heavy petting and kissing that was built upon once they could slip away to a room for more privacy. Chase looked out the open garage door. They were out of sight of any windows or doorways. It was ridiculously early in the morning. If anyone did come by, she would likely hear them beforehand to give the two enough time to gather themselves.
“Viv?” Stone loomed over the other now, searching for a response. Her hands remained rested on the other’s abdomen.
“Okay. You can keep going.” Chase told her, sitting up on her elbows and waiting.
“Really?”
“Yes.” she gave her a small smile, “But this won’t be a regular thing.”
Stone gave a laugh before gripping her shorts and stepping back to pull them down. The cool night air sent a bristle though her, adjusting to the sudden lack of clothing as the garment slid off her legs and was discarded on the floor. She hadn’t expected to be fully exposed so quickly. Her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the table, using her shoulders as rests for her as she crouched down to press her mouth between her legs.
Chase’s breath hitched and her fingers gripped the edge of the table, digging firmly into the wood as the other wasted little time lapping her tongue over her folds. It slipped easily between them, coating the entire stretch of skin with a mixture of saliva and the wetness that proceeded her motions. A satisfied noise rumbled in the back of Stone’s throat as her lips closed around the other’s clit, gently suckling the sensitive nub. She alternated between this and swiping the flat of her tongue over it to keep the warmth building in Chase’s stomach and chest but not allow it to peak too soon. Chase watched as she worshipped her sex, her eyes half-lidded as she wallowed in the waves of pleasure that rippled through her. She leaned her head back to rest against the table when the other woman prodded the side of her clit repeatedly.
“Keep going…” Chase urged, prying one of her hands away from the table’s edge to slip under her shirt and bra, palming the flesh of one breast. Her fingers teased the stiff peak of her nipple as she tried to focus on breathing. Stone emitted something like a growl against her, the rumble and release of hot breath over her folds causing another shutter to run through her.
Her eyes widened when that warmth was suddenly retracted and Stone’s arms unwrapped from her thighs. Chase lifted her head to see that she had moved back a little ways from the table. The back of her knees rested on her shoulders as the other woman looked down, the sound of her belt unbuckling and the quick unzipping of her jeans following after. Something hummed to life beneath the table.
“I didn’t know you were wearing that.” Chase said with a pleased smile on her face. They had used the hard light strap-on enough for her to recognize the sound of the construction forming by now. Stone didn’t lift her gaze from the floor.
“Uh-huh.” she muttered quickly. Chase jolted slightly when her mouth returned to its place between her legs sooner than expected. She kept herself propped up on one elbow as Stone’s tongue swiped over her entrance to gather up the pooled fluids. Pulling back again, Chase could only watch as she put one of her hands up, palm open, and spit into it. Her arm disappeared from view but she knew Stone was coating the length of her shaft. The wet sound of her hand pumping along its length while she resumed sucking at the other’s clit made Chase’s muscles tense. She could picture the scene so perfectly; Her furiously masturbating girlfriend crouched down beneath her, drunk on the taste of her sex, groaning into the warm flesh pressed against her lips.
It didn’t take long for Chase to climax soon after this revelation. She sucked in a deep breath as the first waves of unbearable ecstasy raced through her. The hand squeezing her breast flew to the table as she curled up to her previous sitting position, a shaky moan escaping her. Stone kept her pace of tongue strokes steady, helping drag out every last bit of pleasure before Chase had to pull herself away from the taller woman’s mouth. Looking at her now, Chase was delighted over the way the skin of her chin and mouth glistened, her lips parted slightly as her hungry gaze now roamed up to her face. Moving her cybernetic legs off her shoulders to stand, Stone pushed her hips into the other woman. Her jeans were pulled down around her thighs, exposing her backside and revealing the straps of the harness that held the metal frame of the hard light strap-on against her. Grasped in her hand was the thick red shaft, shining in the fluorescent lighting of the shop. Stone’s chest heaved, her broad shoulders curving forward as she leaned into Chase to rub the pierced underside of the phallus through her folds.
“I wanna’ fuck you here, break this fuckin’ table while you take my cock.” she growled, placing both hands on either of the shorter woman, her hips pushing at an agonizingly slow pace to rut against her sex, “You want it, yeah?”
“Yes.” Chase murmured softly but sternly, pulling her legs up to rest her feet against the edge of the table. She parted them further as an invitation to continue but the other didn’t bite yet.
“Say it. You want me to fuck you?” Stone asked again in a deeper tone, leaning her head down to meet her eyes, leaving their faces a few mere inches apart. Her teeth were bared, brows furrowed, but Chase knew she was getting enjoyment from this interaction. It made her own body bristle with excitement whenever she spoke like this during sex and she was more than happy to go along with it.
“I want you to fuck me.” Chase echoed, pushing herself to meet the other’s movements as she ground. Her girlfriend let out a frustrated breath as her hips jerked forward. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. The garment was tossed to the ground with the shorts from earlier and she reached down to grip her shaft, positioning it to press the head into the other’s entrance. Both her hands flew to Chase’s hips afterward to roughly grab on as she pushed in. They started slowly to give the other a minute to adjust to the new girth. The gesture was hardly needed as she was more than warmed up enough for her body to greedily accept it. Chase’s eyes closed and she rested back against the tabletop again, reaching out to rest her hands against Stone’s chest as she thrust into her.
“That’s it, that’s it, that’s my girl…!” the taller woman groaned into the open air of the shop, yanking her partner’s hips down to meet her as her torso bent forward. The loud slap of skin sounded throughout the room but neither was concerned with it at this point. Chase began to understand her girlfriend’s desire to have sex so openly. It was thrilling doing something so obscene with the chance that one of their teammates could come by, just to quickly turn and shuffle off to afford them a sense of privacy. They really shouldn’t be surprised to catch them in the first place if they couldn’t hear the two well beyond the garage door.
“Fuck! Fuck…” Stone picked up the pace, pushing the full length of the shaft into the other a few more times before letting go of her hips. She slipped her arms under the shorter woman to drag her back further onto the tabletop. Once she was positioned how she wanted, Stone grabbed the back of Chase’s knees, forcing her legs to bend so Stone could lift one of her own legs to rest her knee up on the table. Her other foot remained on the ground to stabilize the position. Chase’s body shuddered with the pleasure the new angle brought her, highlighting the fullness each time her girlfriend’s hips slammed down into her. Moving one hand from her girlfriend’s chest, Chase began rubbing her fingers over her own clit, eliciting an abrupt moan from her throat.
“Tell me…” Stone panted out, voice laced with desperation. She angled her head lower to press their foreheads together, her hips jerking forward as she reached under Chase again to pull their bodies flush together. Her shoulders kept the other’s legs forced back, a position she was sure looked painful to others but one she enjoyed furiously. The increase of weight and force on the table caused the grinding metal noise to get louder, competing hard against the wet thrash of skin on skin, “Tell me…!”
While more difficult due to the little space left between them, Chase’s fingers rubbed more intently, her eyes closing tight as she savored the feeling of Stone’s muscular form on top of her. The taller woman groaned against her cheek before begging once more, “Viv, tell me, please…”
Something about the soft, wanton inflection of her voice, gravelly and deep in her ear, was enough to make her climax for a second time. Chase’s entire body shook as the pleasure rocked through her and she released a satisfied moan. While just as overpowering as before, the ecstasy was shorter-lived than her first one. The energy dissipated from her body as Stone continued on, plunging the thick shaft into her. Chase’s eyes opened to watch her thrust. Their gazes met, dark crimson on eclectic blue, and she finally had sympathy for her.
“Viv-”
“Cum in me, Dez.” Chase murmured, sliding her hand up to grasp at the blue mane of hair and press a kiss to the corner of her agape mouth, “Cum in me-”
That was all the encouragement needed from her. Stone gritted her teeth and tensed up, letting out a guttural noise as she buried herself firmly within the other’s warm, pulsing embrace. She pulled in and out a few more times to chase the climax, accidentally missing the right angle on the last thrust and causing the shaft to slip out. By then they were both too exhausted to care. Stone grunted as she tried to catch her breath, her heavy body pressing Chase into the table as her knee slipped down to put her foot back on the ground. Chase wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, holding her as she rubbed comforting circles into the muscle of her back.
“Goddammit.” Stone gasped, inching her hips forward to rub the length of the phallus back and forth between the shorter woman’s legs. Chase could feel the cold of her jeans zipper against her thighs.
“Are you okay?” she asked, placing a kiss on her shoulder. Stone only chuckled in response at first.
“Yeah, I’m alright. You’re probably sore as all hell though.” she mused, pushing herself up from Chase. She gave her a quick kiss before separating further to stand up straight. Chase laughed along with her, uncurling her legs to sit herself up on the table. She stretched out her back and arms as Stone pulled her into a hug, “You’re absolutely gorgeous, ya’ know that? Take me like a champ too. I love it.”
“You’re just saying that because I finally agreed to fool around in a public area with you.” Chase snorted, playfully patting her shoulder. Stone huffed as if she had just been insulted.
“No, I ain’t!”
Be-weep!
Both women froze up instantly at the sudden sound. Stone was the first to jerk her head around toward the noise.
Be-woo. Be-wooooo. Chirp, chirp?
Standing directly behind them was Bastion, who had their head tilted to the side as they observed them. The two felt their faces warm from embarrassment. They had been so intent on their performance that neither had heard his loud footsteps. The last thing they wanted to even think about was how long he had been standing there.
“Christ, what the fuck are you doin’ here…!” Stone barked at them, reaching down into her pants to fumble with the metal frame of the hard light device. The construction dissipated and she was able to pull and zip up her jeans, leaving the belt undone for now. Then she used her boot to swipe up Chase’s shorts, bending down in such a way that she could protect her modesty while also slipping her legs through the clothing to dress her, “What the hell do you want?”
Bastion swiveled their head around the room before taking a few steps towards the table. Chase finally climbed off it, using her girlfriend as support when she realized her legs were a little unsteady. The omnic dug around in a box of tools to retrieve a wrench and then looked at the pile of wildflowers that Stone had set aside earlier. Curiously, they reached out to search through the different stems with their metal claws.
“Hey, fuck off-” Stone began before Chase patted her stomach.
“Let him have some. For the bird.” she insisted. The taller woman just sighed in annoyance.
Bastion selected a few yellow flowers and tucked them into the narrow spaces between their chest armor before looking at the two.
A-woo! , they chirped. Chase offered them an awkward smile. Then they turned and stomped off back to base, wrench clutched carefully in their claws.
“Well. Truthfully, that could have been a lot worse. Depending on the person.” Chase noted once they were out of sight. Stone rubbed the back of her head, the other hand shoved in her pocket. She hadn’t bothered to grab her own shirt off the floor yet, although her walking around topless was less than alarming to their teammates.
“I guess.” she said, “Happy Valentine’s day?”
Chase leaned her side into the taller woman, one arm sliding around her hips with an amused smirk, “Happy Valentine’s day, Dez.”