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Sliding door opening with a quiet urgency, Cafe walks into the lab with sweat dripping from her brow, her cheeks rosy.
"Okay Tachyon. You told me to come to you at the start of my next cycle. I'm here."
"Cafeeee! I'm ecstatic you heeded my advice! Come! Come! Make yourself comfortable! You know the lab space is just as much yours as mine."
Cafe leans to rest on one of the black lab tables, its polished surface cold under her thighs.
The sight of the shadow racer plasters a smile across Tachyon's face, already mentally cooking up test after test.
"Of course I wouldn't look a gift uma in the mouth, but I must ask once, are you certain its *my* expertise you desire here?"
Tachyon addresses Cafe with a raised brow and typical soft, flat, smile. She swirls a vial of deep green liquid in the air absentmindedly, before laying it to rest in its designated holder.
Cafe’s cheeks grow peachy as she begins to count floor tiles in avoidance.
"We already discussed this. I don't have the time or energy to seek out suppressants, and this is too trivial to pester trainer with. At this point…"
She hesitates, before meeting Tachyon's eyes, and her now quite smug grin.
"I understand fully well, Cafe."
Tachyon's stone face softens ever so slightly as she stares at Cafe.
"Not to worry! You know I'll always take a chance to gather any data I can! The data being my rivals' heat symptoms can be quite useful to me in its own right."
Cafe returns to eye contact avoidance once more.
"Just do what you need to. Please."
Tachyon chuckles softly in amusement, struck by Cafe’s mix of barking orders while simultaneously tucking her tail.
"With pleasure! If that's the case, we should start with rounds of questioning and physical examination."
Tachyon stands from her desk, taking a step towards Cafe, and the opposite side of the room.
"This will take some time if you want accurate results"
She glances at the couch, making a slight gesture with her hand.
"Yeah, okay. Let's set up then."
Cafe spoke through nearly gritted teeth, words clouded thick with embarrassment as she watched the area behind where Tachyon once stood.
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"First question."
Both uma were now sitting on the couch, Cafe facing Tachyon's desk, with the scientist directly behind her.
"Let's try to break this ice, shall we?"
Cafe scoffs.
Tachyon reaches her hand up, resting her palm flat on the center of Cafe's back.
"Typically, do you find yourself to be more symptomatic near the start, or end of your cycle?"
Cafe’s ears flick downward for a millisecond before popping back to attention.
"... The beginning.. typically is a bit rougher for me."
Tachyon's smug grin returns, kept hidden from Cafe.
Applying pressure to her palm now, Tachyon feels for Cafe's heart rate, observing the dark uma’s temperature slightly rising at her touch. She drags her hand down to the small of Cafe's back, nails lightly tracing with it. Cafe’s back tightens, before nearly turning to jelly.
"Tachyon!"
Another chuckle escapes the alpha’s lips as she feigns ignorance, fingers greedily tracing along.
"My apologies dear Cafe, just checking for hot spots."
Cafe relaxes slightly, huffing to herself as she hesitantly leans back into Tachyon’s touch. She can't help but notice the uma’s urgency to test her limits, even this early on.
Notebook in her opposite hand, Tachyon jots down a few quick observations, before setting the pad down on the table next to them, just within Cafe’s eyeshot.
"Okay then, beginning of your cycle. You know, as an alpha myself, I find the pattern of omega heats to be quite intriguing."
A sheepish grin plasters Cafe at the notion of her rival oversharing, even during her own experimentation.
"Of course, never in my dreams could I have asked for a better test subject"
Another deep flush at the sudden and unexpected praise echoing from the scientist.
"I don't see how personal opinion of your ‘guinea pigs’ will assist us here, Tachyon."
Cafe mutters a desperate attempt at a subject change.
"I see where you're coming from. Moving on then!"
Tachyon lifts the back of Cafe's white, button up shirt, reaching her left hand around to rest on the omega’s waist. Another flick of jet black ears accompany this
"What do you seem to struggle with the most at the start? Temperature changes? The heat itself? Sweat and pheromone production? Of course the list goes on.."
Tachyon makes a start for the journal she once placed, leaning away from Cafe. Simultaneously, she digs the nails of her left hand deep enough into the ghostly Uma’s waist a faint whimper hits her ears. Cafe, now choosing to feign ignorance with her nonchalance, gives little more than an under the breath reaction.
"ngh.. Temperature fluctuation is a major issue for the first two days."
Beginning to list her symptoms, Tachyon writes one handed, while excitedly groping Cafe with the other.
"Pheromone production typically isn't too bad. Especially if I bathe after and manage my sweat during training."
Scribbling frantically, Tachyon slides her left hand forward to Cafe's abdomen, gently palpating her test subject's stomach as she speaks.
Tachyon begins her question,
"And the-"
before being completely cut off. As she is, she notices a considerable rise in Cafe's body temperature once more.
"The heats are consistent. They're… they're one of the worst symptoms." Practically forcing the words through her throat, Cafe's ears settle flat, as Tachyon's long held smirk grows wide into a grin.
"That's not the only issue though. The muscle aches and night sweats are exhausting. So if I could get some help with that.."
Tachyon leans forward, almost close enough to push against Cafe’s back. She reaches up from her stomach, resting her left hand gently upon Cafe's diaphragm.
"Of course Cafe!"
The alpha continues writing as she speaks, silently monitoring Cafe and her breathing patterns, as her chest heaves and falls under her gentle touch.
"As I stated previously, not only is this data valuable, but I revel in the opportunity to assist my rival with such a pertinent matter!"
Cafe's ears slowly raise back to position as her breathing steadies again. She purses her lips, before eventually echoing the scientist.
"Of course."
Tachyon moves forward again, gently pushing herself into Cafe's back, resting her chin on her subject's shoulder. Now finished with her oxygen monitoring, Tachyon glides her hand up to the center of Cafe's chest, feeling for a difference in heartbeat.
"..Faster now.."
Tachyon mutters under her breath, scribing to herself. Cafe's ears run hot, having heard notes not meant for her. Setting her book down once more, Tachyon pauses for a moment. The slightly labored breathing of the uma in heat, and the shuffling of her examiner's hands reverberate the silent room.
"The last symptom you mentioned, the muscle aches. Are you compensating for this in your training at all? Is it full body? Or are they more concentrated? What about your joint strength alongside them?"
Tachyon reaches her right hand under the other side of Cafe's shirt, pushing softly into her stomach again. Both hands caressing the uma now, Tachy's ears attentively point forward awaiting Cafe's response, tail swishing lightly in anticipation.
"Mmh.. A lot of the ache is definitely concentrated to my legs, but what isn't is usually accompanied, and caused.. by the heats. It's the same case with the night sweats and insomnia."
Tachyon stifles another selfish laugh, recognizing Cafe's apparent vulnerability in the moment.
Sliding her right up hand from her stomach, she teasingly traces her fingers along Cafe's ribs, watching silently for any further reaction.
"Intriguing! I can concur, at least personally, that alpha ruts are quite similar! I often find myself much more sore at the end of the day."
Cafe just barely melts into Tachyon's touch at the scientist's covert attempt to reassure her of her cycles normalcy.
"I find my aches to be concentrated highly around my back, shoulders, and chest, alongside my legs of course."
At the mention of it, Cafe glances down at Tachyon's hands resting on and just below her chest.
"I do as well."
Another shift and Tachyon's hands fall to rest on Cafe's thighs, the alpha’s breathing slow in Cafe’s ear. The ghostly uma continues on.
"As for compensation, typically I try to focus on aftercare. Herbal baths, muscle wraps, etc. I haven't made any formal requests for a difference in regimen, but if this gets any worse, it may unfortunately become necessary."
"And I assume this aftercare is when you manage your pheromone output as well?"
"Mhm"
"Either way, while I cannot provide a concrete solution today, since our initial conversation, I have already begun developing a few serums and coping methods to temper the effects in the short run!"
Tachyon pulls heavily off of Cafe's back, sitting up straight on the sofa.
"Now then, face me please."
Tail flicking, Cafe obliges, turning to face Tachyon. Her ears pin down as she avoids making flushed eye contact, cheeks still burning from all the poking and prodding done to her moments ago.
"Lets strike the heart of the conversation. Your heats."
Cafe, once able to be described as rosy, is now a deep crimson.
"I would like to know as much as you would be willing to share! Frequency, intensity, impact on racing performance, please do tell in excruciating detail."
At this, Tachyon begins an examination of Cafe's legs. She runs her bony fingers along, pausing every once in a while to give a firm push, before moving on. Cafe stares at the alpha with wide gold eyes, attempting to speak, before falling silent. Glancing up, Tachyon makes an earnest effort to meet her gaze, before the shadow uma quickly looks away in avoidance.
"I did say I would only ask once. If you want my help.. moreover if you want accurate results, I will require- request, your honesty here."
Cafe looks back, finally allowing, albeit very brief, eye contact.
A reluctant sigh.
"Ah! I know! Perhaps this will help!"
Tachyon's ears perk with a new idea.
"When one is struggling to share personal information, it becomes easier if another does first, right? Here."
Tachyon rests her hands on Cafe's knees, maintaining the momentary instance of recognition and comfort she can glean from her, before she returns to her reluctant state.
"I'm actually in rut right now."
Cafe's ears can't help but lift at hearing this.
"I find that during my cycle, my rut is also at its worst in the beginning. Although, I can't say I mind too much. While in rut, I've observed my stamina, speed, and power all slightly increase, however, I've noticed I have a much more difficult time with my navigation and power conservation skills."
While carrying on with her self analytical monologue, Tachyon's hands yet again begin their own analysis. She watches Cafe's eyes closely as she applies pressure to the inside of her knees, slowly spreading them.
"My hypothesis is that the temporary increase in physical status is accompanied by a decrease in mental fortitude. As with such, I have observed I also seem more prone to impulse."
Cafe’s legs open fully now, Tachyon barely slides the tips of her fingers under her subjects skirt. She begins again with the palpation, now working her way up Cafe's thighs.
The dark uma’s ears flick with indignation.
"Mmph.. Tachyon is this really a-"
She cuts Cafe off with her token boisterous laugh, air nearly vacuumed out the room along with it.
"Our natural states having such a large and variable impact on our capabilities is truly a sight to behold, is it not, Cafe?"
"Yes.. it is"
Leaning forward, Tachyon's blushing cheeks are now apparent, as her smile cracks into that of a mad uma’s.
"Now that I've shared my symptoms, will you finally share yours? You're the one under examination here after all, not me."
Cafe looks up to meet Tachyon's eyes, their faces now inches from each other.
"Yes. Thank you for sharing, I suppose I need to as well now."
Tachyon offers her usual flat smile in response, hands steadily digging into Cafe’s muscular flesh.
"Well, as I said before, the heats themself are usually the cause of my aches, as well as my insomnia."
"Mhm"
As Cafe begins, Tachyon inches herself closer and closer. She pushes Cafe back to rest on the arm of the couch, moving her hands further up Cafe's skirt, to rest just below her hips.
"Strictly...scientifically speaking.. my.."
Cafe's train of thought breaks over and over under each instance of Tachyon's incessant touching.
"My libido itself is the main issue. If that went away… I think I would at least be able to relax enough to sleep."
Silently, the scientist rises to rest on her knees, and tightens her grip around Cafe. She tugs on the dark uma’s hips, pulling her pelvis up as she brings her flush to her waist.
Cafe begins to trip over her own words, a sad attempt at retaining her composure deflating any hope of pride she may have left.
"Tachyon."
"Mm?"
No longer feigning ignorance.
"Is this...ngh.. is this really a necessary test?"
Tachyon shifts, pushing Cafe away, before dragging her back up against herself once more.
"Of course Cafe! All tests are necessary in the face of breakthrough!"
Tachyon's signature devilish grin splays her face.
"Why do you ask?"
Another tug.
"Have you found the testing so far not up to your satisfaction?"
Cafe's eyes meet Tachyon's with fire behind them, but the heat and redness emanating from herself and her cheeks tell another story.
"Not at all... it's just.."
Her ear flicks at the thought of acknowledging the elephant in the room.
"You haven't picked up your notebook once in the last five minutes."
Tachyon freezes in her tracks, donning her large stupid smile, face now growing red. Her tail begins to swish side to side.
"Ah... ahah yes! Well!"
The uma’s gaze darts around the room as her grip on Cafe loosens, before meeting her eyes again.
"Uhm. You see. As you were telling me your symptoms, I started pondering the previous treatments I spoke about earlier, the ones I've been considering? And so I..."
Tachyon looks down at Cafe and the incriminating position they seem to have found themselves in, blush creeping up to her pinned ears.
"My apologies Cafe... it seems my rut impulsivity hypothesis has already been proven correct.."
Cafe's hand meets the top of Tachyons, still resting gently on her hip. She offers her a genuine, small smile.
"I asked you to do what you can to help. If this is part of the testing and treatment... so be it, I guess."
Still red, Tachy's ears perk straight up in response to Cafe’s reluctant encouragement.
"Fantastic! If that's how you feel, let's begin my first test treatment now! Please continue to answer my questions to the best of your ability in the meantime."
The examiner drops Cafe’s hips softly, now backing away towards the opposite end of the couch. Her smile growing, she leans back onto the arm of the sofa, propping her left leg up slightly.
"From what I've hypothesized so far, this should help with the latter complaint of yours, as well as that pesky muscle ache you seem to share with me!"
Tachyon pats her thigh and tilts her head, gesturing for Cafe to sit. Cafe silently raises a brow in the scientist's direction. Said scientist simply mirrors the shadow uma’s expression, before patting her thigh once more.
"Come sit, face away from me"
Cafe slowly makes her way to hover over Tachyon's lap, before turning around to face the rest of the open room, eyes pausing near Tachyon’s desk. Her mouth cracks in preparation to say something, when, without warning, Tachyon grips Manhattan's waist, pulling her down to straddle her left thigh.
"Ah! Ah easy Tachy.. I'm still.."
"Mm? Still what? And please continue what you were saying before as well."
"Still... sensitive.. I'm aching and sore as we speak. You can't just.. handle me lik- shit!"
In the midst of her explanatory protest, Agnes quickly slides her hands back under Cafe's shirt. She pulls down hard on her rival's waist, pushing her thigh up into damp, black, panties.
"Relaaaaaax Cafeeeee! This is part of the treatmennnnt! This will help you with that soreness. I just need you to cooperate, okay? We agreed you would."
On that note, Tachyon lifts her head to Cafe's shoulder, and sinks her teeth into the shadow racer. Subconsciously, Cafe pushes herself into Tachyon’s leg as a soft squeak, not meant to be, but heard by Tachyon, escapes her. The alpha releases her jaws grip for the moment.
"I'll be more gentle as to practice attentive patient care, but I really do need you to work with me here if you want my help. You can do that, yes?"
Her hands begin to move further up Cafe's body, caressing her stomach and ribs, before resting on her breasts.
"Mmh.."
Gaze unbroken from the spot across the room, Cafe speaks through quickening breaths.
"Yeah. I can. I apologize for... questioning your process"
"Not to worry! The experimental method does take time and adjustment after all. Who am I to rush progress? Please, continue."
Tachyon bites back down onto Cafe's shoulder as she begins to caress her chest. Digging her thumbs into the omega’s tender flesh, she firmly massages into aching tits. She takes care not to press too hard, nor give her too much attention, instead teasingly grazing across Cafe’s sensitive nipples on occasion.
"As I...ngh. was saying."
Cafe stifles more than one whimper under Tachyon's touch. The sore, shooting pain in her chest finally finds a bit of relief at the cold, stone, grip of the uma behind her.
"Unfortunately... my libido is typically the worst of any of my symptoms. It- my thoughts and body itself- can ache to the point of keeping me awake."
Tachyon drags her right hand across the uma’s ribs and waist, lightly scratching Cafe as she does. She pushes her palm back into the small of the uma.
"And typical.. self relief.. doesnt work?"
Ears perked and interest piqued, Tachyon practically waits with baited breath.
Heat raises off her shoulders as Cafe grows embarrassed at the question, hesitant to answer
In response, Tachyon gently applies pressure with her hand, pushing her further into her leg.
"Haah.. it.. it will for a minute"
Cafe snaps her head to Tachyon, glaring at her for her teasing pressure.
The uma only responds with a flat blink, before pushing on her a bit harder.
For just a second, Cafe's eyes drop into pure, desperate, pleasure at the stimulation, before steeling as she regains her composure once more.
Tachyon catches this.
"But… After some time, the feeling will rise again."
Meeting the dark uma with only a smug grin, Cafe turns away from Tachyon..
"And relief... with others?"
"Is something I haven't attempted."
"Hm"
Tachyon begins to slowly bounce her leg, gently rocking into the damp space between Cafe’s legs.
"Then, at the very least, you should take the chance to find some use in me today."
Cafe turns again in an attempt to meet her eyes, before quickly doubling back.
She rests her hands on Tachyon's knee, attempting to pull some weight off of the uma
"Your leg.. it’s your left"
"Its all right, it will still be there tomorrow. Who knows, maybe your treatment will provide me with my own personal data set as well!"
Having falsely attempted to reassure the uma, Tachyon smiles, before moving her hands back underneath Cafe’s skirt, to rest on her hips once more. Gently, she works her thumbs under the gold lined waistband.
"So.. as I said..."
This time with force, Agnes pulls down on Manhattan's hips again, lifting her thigh into her at the same time. Hard enough now that she can feel how desperate Cafe is, through the heat and desperation nearly dripping down her leg.
"Make some use of me. Give me some quality testing results. Please."
Tachyon's please rings as less of a request, and more a demand.
Cafe lurches forward, doubling over into the pressure. Allowing her weight to fully rest on the scientist, her legs shake at the sudden lack of muscle use. Tachyon begins gently, rhythmically, pulling on her hips, until reluctantly, Cafe finds a rhythm of her own.
Ears tipping with the rest of her body, Cafe begins softly grinding on Tachyon's leg, still facing away from the uma.
"Treatment or not, can we continue documenting your symptoms, please?"
Cafe manages to croak a few words between her slow, gentle, humping.
"Haah.. hah.. you’re... you're serious?"
"Quite so! I did say I wanted you to continue your elaboration, did I not?"
Cafe slows to a halt, her heavy breathing echoing the room as she tries to maintain her balance atop Tachyon. In response, Tachyon pushes up, steadying the shadow uma, before pressing the pads of her fingers down.
"You.. you cant be-"
Nails dug into her waist, Cafe moans in shock as Tachyon pushes her leg into her, now making herself useful, instead of giving the omega a choice.
"I am. So, let's continue. Please."
"Mmph! Okay okay. Easy.. Haaf.. Please. Okay."
She claws into Tachyon's knee, meekly attempting to find her rhythm once more.
Tachyon's hand moves back to rest, pushing on Cafe enough to force a small arch. She sits in silence for just a moment, watching the dark haired omega’s showing of desperation. Smiling to herself, she gently runs the tips of her fingers along the length of Cafe's spine and softly hums.
Cafe’s baby hairs stand on end at the touch, goosebumps raising as a shiver runs the length of her body. She finds her pace and, noticeably much more desperate to Tachyon's amusement, resumes the unconventional treatment.
"Where... where did we leave off? Haah.. huff"
"You had stated that individual attempts to quell your libido were moot point, and joint were untested."
Cafe's ears pin back, as her grip on Tachyon's knee loosens a bit in embarrassment.
"Mmh.... right. And where do...ugh.. where do we go from there, for your questioning?"
Another amused ear flick from Tachyon. With a shift, she returns her thumbs to beneath Cafe's black panties, pawing lightly at the fabric.
"Well, having documented your... limited... coping mechanisms used so far.."
At Tachyon’s light pull, Cafe adjusts without a word. She lifts her weight off of the alpha’s leg, as she begins sliding Cafe's underwear off. Tachyon runs her fingers softly across Cafe’s thighs and pelvis, being sure to ‘accidentally’ graze a bit too close in the process.
A sharp inhale from Cafe breaks the pause hanging in the air.
"It might"
Tachyon swallows. Uncharacteristically, she has to find her words.
"It might be best to attempt documentation of the cause itself at this point. Which individual-"
As she feigns developing a hypothetical method, Cafe lowers herself back in place, now bare, on the scientist's leg.
A stifled gasp echoes the room from Tachyon, her analysis cut short by her shock of the desperate, hot, wet, weight on her.
"Which... individual heat symptoms...uhm... apologies."
She clears her throat.
Cafe can't help but softly grin to herself, seeing her rival's scientific method begin to fall apart.
She's unable to maintain her cocky disposition for long though, as Tachyon now rocks her leg harder into Cafe, this time returning to bite the opposite shoulder.
"Ah! Tachyon!"
Cafe yelps in apparent protest, as a warm drip rolls down the alpha's thigh in a fit of self-sabotage.
"Mmh. Needed to gather my thoughts. Moving on!"
"Easy! I thought you said you wanted to *help* my soreness."
"All testing takes time and accountability of any variables dear Cafe. I'm simply monitoring a few outliers."
The lab fills with silence.
"Outliers..."
Cafe repeats.
This time, sans encouragement, Cafe quickly shifts again, gently bucking her hips into Tachyon.
Slick beginning to coat the alpha’s leg, Cafe releases a small groan at her loss of needed friction.
"Yes, outliers. Including what's currently being exhibited! Your slick production, for example."
Tachyon reaches around Cafe as she freezes, dipping her hand between her legs with no hesitation. In one fell swoop, she runs her middle finger across the wetness of Cafe's inner thigh, before teasing across and circling her clit. Pulling away, Tachyon holds her hand up, showcasing its glimmering to Cafe's dismay.
"Its normally not... so much"
"Oh?"
Tachyon begins pushing her leg into Cafe again, a sign of her not being told to stop treatment. She retracts her hand, and begins to intentionally, loudly lick her fingers clean. Cafe's ears fall forward having clearly understood, as her desperate grinding resumes.
"Would it be accurate in hypothesizing that joint relief produces much more, *ample* results? It's worth noting not only is your current slick production extremely high, but also very well ph balanced! Trainer really does take quite meticulous care of your diet."
Cafe speaks through gritted teeth, her tail flicking in irritation, in rhythm with her humping.
"Yes... so far it would seem that's.. accurate."
Thrusting faster, she whips around to face Tachyon, arching her back and pushing harder into the alpha's leg. As she grabs the scientist's collar, the omega meets her eyes with a clear display of embarrassed anger, hiding pure desperation.
"I would appreciate it if we left mention of Trainer out of the questioning, please."
"Hm? Oh, of cou-mmph!"
Before Tachyon can fully respond, Cafe pulls her into a rough, open kiss, quietly moaning into her.
Another drip runs down from Cafe.
She pushes her tongue past Tachyon's lips, grip on her collar loosening.
Softly shifting, Tachyon wraps both arms easily around Manhattan's waist, pulling the uma off her leg and into her lap. She begins massaging Cafe's sides, pushing her fingers into and dragging her thumbs along her waist, as she slowly inches over and past her skirt.
Another quiet groan escapes Cafe in response, her full body soreness now obvious. Left hand gliding up to cup Tachyon's face, Cafe tugs down on her, deepening their kiss.
"Haah... huff.."
Tachyon hesitates, before pulling away in an attempt to meet Cafe’s soft gaze. The two hold it for a moment, while at the same time, both of the phantom racer’s hands have found their way under Cafe’s skirt.
Tachyon slips her hands between Cafe's thighs, unable to conceal her grandiose smile as she does. She pulls her legs apart, and begins to roughly massage her left thigh, pressing her thumb deep into the well built muscle.
At the sight of her overzealous grin, Cafe breaks the visual contact, grabbing a firm hold of Tachyon's shirt, as she buries her face into the scientist's neck. With her other hand, Tachyon begins tracing Cafe with the tips of her fingers, dragging her nails just enough to barely be felt.
First across her pelvis, before tracing her right inner thigh, to outer, and back in.
Cafe tugs on Tachyon's shirt, leaning into her as she begins coating the examiner in kisses.
Now fully flushed red, Cafe, in a terrible attempt at subtlety, pushes Tachyon's legs open further with her own. She repeatedly presses her lips into the uma’s jaw, creeping to her chest, before shakily collapsing back into her. Tachyon slides her right hand across Cafe's inner thigh, then rests her palm above, and fingertips just barely on her clit.
"Haah... even without... having..."
Cafe struggles in vain to assist Tachyon with her hypothesis.
"Even though we havent... finished testing. It feels.. yes.. joint relief is... it works better"
Tachyon’s ears tip out and down, then quickly return upright, her smile ever glowing.
"Aaahhh Cafe, thank you so much for your observation! I'll be sure to note it.. for the future as well."
Mid sentence, almost as if rewarding her honesty, Tachyon begins lightly stroking Cafe with her middle finger. She shifts her left hand upwards, towards the dark uma’s knee, attentively rubbing deep into her connecting outer tendons at the same time.
A deep inhale from Cafe
"Cafeful for... my..ngh"
Tachyon’s right middle and ring fingers begin slowly creeping downward.
"My left fracture.. my knee"
"Of course.. I remember"
"Hhaah"
She slides through Cafe’s mess, gently running her fingers down to the omega’s entrance. Tachyon teases her, rubbing circles around her yearning, before gently dipping her middle finger just barely into, and pulling back out of her. The alpha nearly keels over from her excitement, as she begins to slowly ease herself back into Cafe. Lining up her ring next, she pushes both fingers knuckle deep, then second, as she stretches her whimpering puddle of a subject further.
Cafe moans shakily into Tachyon's chest as she pushes back and forth, inching deeper into her.
"Fck Tachy...hff"
Tachyon slides her left hand down Cafe's thigh, spreading her legs apart further as she does.
Finding its way to her clit, Tachyon's left middle finger begins gently circling her.
Without notice, she takes the shadow uma’s ear in her mouth, teeth just barely digging into its tip. The sounds of Cafe's occasional moans and laborious breathing, mixed with the wet sliding of Tachyon’s fingers float on the air.
Lost somewhere in the thought of her own rhythmic thrusting, Tachyon begins humming to herself once more, much to Cafe's quaint pleasure. The dark uma’s eyes snap to the right, fixing in place across the room for a moment, before turning back to Tachyon's collar.
Left hand finding its way to the bottom of Agnes' shirt, she works underneath to feel the warmth radiating off her stomach. She drags her nails up to and along the scientist’s ribs, inching to the center of her chest. A soft whisper is all she can manage through Tachyon's ever quickening fingering, as she feels her middle and ring begin to curl.
"You said..ngh... you were sore too..... haa damnit.... right?"
Cafe cups the alpha's chest, toying her nipple with her thumb. She begins gently squeezing the ample muscle beneath her fingers, the same way Tachyon did for her moments ago.
Tachyon’s jaw just barely slacks in response, releasing the omega's ear. Hands slowing, her head tips back slightly, as her eyes just barely soften, hesitantly easing into Manhattan's touch.
Her voice carries much less false confidence than before.
"Ahaha I uh... I did say that, didn't I?"
Cafe looks up at the alpha, then begins pressing soft kisses into her collarbone. Moving her hand to the other side of Tachyon's chest, she massages into her once more, teasing the uma. Tachyon's ears flick in response, and she pushes deeper into the omega, curling into the soft sponginess of her heat.
A shiver runs down Cafe as Tachyon repeatedly punches into her sweet spot. Attempting to gather any remaining strength, she rises to face Tachyon, pulling away from her left hand. Even during the position change, Tachyon continues pressing into her, a small shake and broken wail from the omega with every thrust of her wrist.
Now straddling above her, Cafe leans into another kiss, only breaking for a heavy exhale, small moan or shutter. She drops her left hand to Tachyon's waist, then reaches for the lower hem of her skirt. Before she can get any further, Tachyon thumbs her clit, rough enough that she nearly collapses from the stimulation.
"Don’t- Anh!"
Cafe flinches into Tachyon, question broken by another shaky wail.
"Don’t you want-"
"You came to me for help, Cafe, I did not go to you."
"I know.. but-"
At this, Tachyon pushes her left hand into Cafe's shoulder, forcing her down onto the opposite side of the couch, with herself above her. She pulls at the buttons of Cafe's shirt with her left, her right hand now moving in and out of Cafe with a gentle furiosity. Forcing the shadow racer's legs further open with her own, she leans down and buries her face in her rival’s neck.
"Fuck I'm... I shouldn't have saNGH"
Tachyon sinks her teeth into Cafe's already raw shoulder, cutting her off completely. She moves to straddle her right leg, careful not to let anything above her own mid thigh touch her. Moving back to her neck, Tachyon kisses downwards to Cafe's collarbone, then mid chest. Trailing to her breast, she begins gently sucking on and biting the uma, coating her with hickeys and teeth indentations.
Cafe lifts her right leg, spreading her left further as she does. Just barely kneeing into Tachyon, she feels a desperate heat coming off of her, alongside a flaccid penis, tucked to the right of her boyshorts.
Tachyon moves to Cafe's nipple, gently flicking it with her tongue. Losing track of her hips, she lowers to nestle the top of Cafe's thigh. Hesitantly, she squeezes Cafe's with her own, before finally giving in, sheepishly rubbing herself against the dark uma’s leg. In a suddenly desperate attempt at friction, Tachyon begins grinding to the rhythm of her own fingers thrusting into the omega. A quick, high moan escapes under her breath.
"Tachyon... you're"
She runs her tongue across Cafe's nipple again, before dragging it downward towards her belly button. In one last ditch effort at a distraction, she presses her lips firmly to the warm flesh of the uma’s stomach.
A sharp gasp echoes from Cafe, now on edge from the constant stimulation. Her voice firms for a moment.
"Tachyon."
The scientist reluctantly lifts her head to meet Cafe's now soft eyes.
"You're still..."
Her hand slows between Cafe’s legs, muscle well built from her numerous mountain climbing expeditions.
"I know"
"Are you not-"
"I am. Please trust my word Cafe. I am enjoying this scientific process... quite a bit."
Agnes' eyes break contact from Manhattan's to fall on the uma’s chest.
"Must we discuss the matter at this very moment?"
"No... but is it why...ngh!"
Tachyon continues to curl gently in and out of Cafe, thumb occasionally brushing her clit as they converse.
"Is... that why you were so eager to help me?"
Tachyon tilts her head in thought, meeting Cafe’s eyes once more.
"In a way, it would seem so, yes."
A pause.
"I uhm-"
"You don't have... mnh... to tell me. But... huff... maybe I could help you... run a few more tests on yourself.. if you did."
Another moment of wet, near-silence, before the alpha speaks.
"Maybe.. But for now, if you don't mind-"
She starts to finger Cafe faster, rougher than before they started talking. Dipping her head back down, she lines the omega's stomach in kisses once more.
"I'd like to address"
A kiss.
"the concerns"
Another.
"you came to me with"
And again.
"first."
Another sharp inhale rips out of Cafe, as she reaches her right hand to cup the scientists face, before running her fingers into, and grabbing a firm hold of the base of her hair
"The first round of testing... is almost close to finishing as well."
"Oh? Cafeeee~"
Tachyon struggles in vain to observe her clearly flustered subject. Her attempt to lift her head is met by Cafe's hand, pushing the alpha down, and lips back into her stomach.
"Don’t. Just. Please, keep going."
Tachyon mutters into the uma’s tensed belly in response.
"I understand my dear Cafe, my apologies for the jest.... Not a good time"
The scientist trails her kisses from above Cafe's belly button down to her navel, then pelvis.
"Not to worry"
She speaks through quick pecks once more, pupils straining to meet anything of her rival’s.
"I have a multitude of tests lined up already!"
Cafe allows her to make eye contact again, as her lips drag down towards her inner thigh.
"I gather we start with tactile stimulation, AKA what we've been doing. If said testing doesn't provide sufficient data, we move to oral stimulation next!"
Already feeling Tachyon's breath against her heat from her littering of kisses, Cafe's face flushes completely red at the mention of "oral stimulation". Her mind quickly wanders, with such her walls tighten around Tachyon's fingers.
"Oh? The mention of alternate testing alone seemed to elicit a change in response. Is that what you actually want?"
Before she's able to respond, Cafe's eyes lull back as her lids shut tightly. She arches her back, loudly moaning in time with Tachyon's fingers. Clamping her thighs around her hand, and subsequently Tachyon as well, Cafe's grip on her head tightens as her orgasm is torn from her body.
While she considers making another smart remark or teasing observation, Tachyon instead takes the moment genuinely. She continues pushing into Cafe, slowing so as not to overstimulate her past her control. The omega doubles over from Tachyon's soft touch, hugging around the uma’s head. She raises her mouth to ear level with Tachyon.
"It's... it's not enough"
A steaming huff blows into Tachyon’s ear, heat on her shorthaired fluff granting the scientist a blush of her own.
"The feeling... it's still there.... this is what I was talking about."
Tachyon slowly pulls her hand out of Cafe, and breaks away from the uma’s grip around her head. She meets her eyes again, Tachyon bringing her hand up to her own mouth.
"I can assure you Cafe"
She pops her ring finger into her mouth, sucking Cafe’s slick off of it, as she makes a teasing point to over exaggerate the lewdness of her face just enough to fluster the dark uma further.
"You will leave here today, having both finished testing,"
She pulls her finger out of her mouth, and turns her hand around, moving towards Cafe’s lips. Pressing her middle finger onto Cafe's bottom lip, she forces its way into her mouth. She lifts an eyebrow at Cafe, indicative of the word "suck" and nothing more. Cafe once again obliges without hesitation, face impossible to redden more than it has.
"and having gotten the temporary solution you so desire. You will leave here, at least momentarily, with that feeling gone."
Body already half limp, Cafe somehow melts into Tachyon just a bit more after hearing the sentiment.
A soft "thank you" echos the room, followed by a small sigh of relief.