I Dated a Mad Scientist by Viola Grace
Chapter Fifteen
Arcady took the private transport to the secure building, and she asked, “Krizt, how do I get in?”
“Your biometrics are on file. You can come straight home.” Krizt smiled softly.
She got let off at the security door in the car park, and the guards nodded. “Miss Arcady. Good evening.”
She was wearing the office dress that she had put on before she and Krizt had left his apartment for Z-Tech earlier in the day. “Evening.”
She passed them, and the elevator arrived, opening and giving her direct access to the penthouse where Krizt was waiting. She stepped out of the elevator and looked around nervously. This was her first time facing him immediately after a date... with him.
“Come in, Arcady. I have a hot bath ready for you.”
She nearly sprinted to the master bath. The huge soaker tub was full of bubbles and steaming water. Krizt turned off the water and went to her, helping her remove the dress, easing it off her body and helping her off with the underwear and shoes.
When she was naked, he took her hand and helped her ease into the bath. She hissed as her hips sank beneath the water.
He winced. “Sore?”
“Sensitive.” She leaned back against the edge of the tub. “Why the bath?”
He sighed. “We were very... persistent with you. You were constantly in action for all six hours. We fed from you at least half a dozen times each. Are you tired?”
She chuckled. “Not as much as I should be. My body seems to have taken care of itself. And Zera gave me a boost.”
He paused as he collected her clothing. “How?”
“Just a kiss and a passing on of energy. Also, a hug.” Arcady started to rub at her limbs. “I am looking forward to curling up in bed with you and letting the morning take care of itself.”
He chuckled. “When you chant coffee at me until it is produced?”
“Now you are getting it.” She chuckled and sank under the fragrant water. It calmed her from the soul out. Being wrapped in the warmth was almost as good as cuddling up to Krizt.
She smiled and came out of the water. Krizt had gone, and she just enjoyed the aromatherapy of the bath. Arcady braced her arms on the edge of the tub, and she relaxed in the hot water, her body repairing itself after her frolics.
She felt herself nodding off, so she tried to get out, but she was stuck. Too slippery to get a grip and too tired to put any force into it. “Um, Krizt?”
She heard his footsteps, and he raised his brows when he looked at her.
“Krizt, I am stuck.”
He snorted and walked toward her. “Muscle fatigue?”
“Good guess. That is why you are a scientist.”
He laughed and hit the drain before leaning in and fishing her out, all wet and slippery.
She flopped against him, and she blushed. “Maybe a little tired.”
He grinned and carried her to the towel rack, putting her on her feet, leaning against him. He wrapped her in a warmed towel, and she murmured softly, her lids getting heavy.
“Poor, tired bunny. We gave you nowhere to run.” He rubbed her down and dried her hair with a towel while she rested against him. When her hair was damp, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, setting her on a chair at the dressing table while he brushed her hair. When he got it straight, he ran his hands through it and then carried her to bed, pulling the bedding back before tucking her in and taking the towel with him.
“I will be with you in a moment, bunny.”
He went to clean up the bathroom.
She crept into the centre of the bed and pulled the blankets up to her nose. She felt someone enter the bed and sighed when she was held. When the next body entered the bed, she blinked. Krizt chuckled. “Tycho has asked to stay until he gets a call. I didn’t object.”
She was slowly wedged into a sandwich, one hot, one cool, and both cuddling her. It only took her an extra few seconds to fall asleep.
She smelled coffee. There was coffee. She wanted coffee. She climbed out of bed that she was alone in, stretched, and went in search of a robe. She wrapped blue silk around herself and head out in search of her one true love... coffee.
Tycho and Krizt were talking to each other on opposite ends of the space between the island and the sink. Krizt chuckled. “I would watch your coffee if I were you.”
Tycho looked over and smiled at Arcady. She gave him a sultry smile and pulled the coffee out of his hand, scuttling behind Krizt and slamming it down.
“Hey. Wait. What just happened?” Tycho was genuinely bewildered.
Krizt looked at her and then at Tycho. “In the morning, she is a coffee-seeking troll. She can’t be stopped, only distracted with her precious. Your coffee is gone.”
She stuck her hand out from behind Krizt and shook the cup. “More, please.”
Tycho laughed. “That is not something I expected from the delightful little sex bunny.”
She sighed and went to the coffee equipment and got her favourite cup and coffee together. She heated the water, poured it over the grounds, and hummed happily. When she had her cup of coffee, she doctored it the way she liked it, heated everything up again, and started a second cup for Tycho.
He blinked at her and said, “Thank you.”
She took her coffee, and Krizt sat her up on the countertop. “Feeling better, Arcady?”
She sipped her coffee and nodded. “Yes.”
“Can I check you?”
She nodded. “Yes. Just don’t spill my coffee.”
He chuckled and knelt in front of her, parting her thighs and scooting her toward the edge. She whined in concern over her coffee, and he chuckled. “I won’t move you again.”
He slowly set one of her feet on his shoulder and leaned in.
She blinked as his tongue flicked against her. She finished her hot coffee in one long draught, and she curled herself around him as his tongue flicked against her, coaxing her heat to emerge. She could have gotten aroused just by his scent and touch, but she hadn’t woken up with him. His tongue slid into her and began to twist and loop inside her. She moaned, and her head fell back. She braced herself on her hands.
She panted as she got closer and closer, and then, she rose up on her hands and heard a chuckle from Krizt as she came with a low moan.
He stayed with her until she stopped twitching, and then, he leaned back. “More awake now?”
“Between you and the coffee, yeah.”
He chuckled, and they kissed. She tasted herself on his tongue and didn’t care.
When they parted, she looked over to Tycho and blushed. “Ah... I can explain. I really hate mornings.”
His eyes were wide. “You are much different in the mornings.”
She wrinkled her nose. “It ruins the mystery. I am also excessively bossy at work.”
Krizt picked up his tea and leaned next to her, his hand on her thigh. “Not excessively. Just what I need.”
Tycho had moved in closer. She smiled as she met his gaze, and she raised her brows. “Have any of that coffee left?”
He walked toward her. “I might. It’s black though.”
She looked at him timidly, and he jolted.
“What the actual fuck?”
“You prefer the bunny, so I can be bunny. Krizt wanted to have fun with Arcady, so I stayed Arcady.” She looked at him, looked down, and then looked up while she licked her lips. “I like it.”
He was close enough for her to touch, so she caressed his neck and ran her fingers down his chest, over his belt, and down to his groin. “Tycho, you just have to decide if you want a scared bunny or a horny one.”
He looked at her and nodded. “The second one, definitely.”
Krizt moved his hand off her thigh, and she went up on the counter on her knees, the robe askew.
He set his coffee down, and she whimpered. He handed it to her, and she slammed it back and then beamed at him.
Krizt was snickering. “No bean left behind.”
She wrapped her arms around Tycho’s neck. “Now, what do you want with me. Since I am awake, I am up for anything.”
“Why don’t we go and defile that chaise again?” He grinned.
Krizt chuckled. “Go ahead. I will come and watch if you haven’t collapsed by then.”
Tycho walked off, wearing her. “What is he doing?”
Arcady whispered, “He’s tidying up. He’s a clean dude.”
She kissed Tycho and ran her hands over his shoulders. He stumbled, and she chuckled. She ground herself against him, and he gripped her hips. “Slow down, bunny.”
She sighed. “No fun.”
He dropped her to the chaise and snorted. “I am trying to have fun. I just would like to have my clothing off when I do it.”
She went up on her knees and undid his trousers, opening the closure carefully before reaching for his cock and taking him into her mouth. Deep into her mouth.
He groaned and hissed. “You are killing me.”
She hummed softly as she bobbed her head, and he started leaking the precum he was known for in BDC circles. She sucked and swallowed and then swallowed again as he gripped her head and thrust into her mouth, and jets of cum came from him. He groaned, and his teeth gnashed. When he let her head go, she backed up and coughed a little.
She looked at him and licked her lips. “You are still wearing too many clothes, Tycho.”
He blinked. “No one ever...”
She smiled. “I have to go shopping today with Corianne, so we are burning daylight.”
He chuckled. “It is just past dawn.”
“Then, it is your own time you are wasting. Maybe I can watch some videos.”
Tycho peeled his trousers off, and she scuttled back on the chaise, causing him to snap forward. He pulled her back to him by one ankle, and Arcady let out a laughing shriek.
He moved over her, thrusting into her, and when he started a slow plunge, she held herself off the arm of the chaise and rocked with him.
His bite wasn’t surprising, but she wasn’t near orgasm, so every thrust moved his teeth in her shoulder. She started to whimper, and he stroked her clit, pulling her into release and then joining her.
He collapsed on her, and she grunted at the impact then looked behind him to Krizt sitting in a chair with his head propped on one fist. Tycho released her shoulder and licked the wounds, not wasting a drop.
He lifted his head. “That was odd. What happened there?”
She tapped his nose. “No more blowjobs for you. It ruined your rhythm.”
He blinked and nodded. “Yeah, I would have to agree. If you ever want to sixty-nine, I will be there.”
She grinned. “If we don’t experiment, we will never know.”
Krizt nodded. “Experimentation is the key to my career.”
Tycho rolled to his back and asked. “Ride me?”
She moved on him slowly and stretched luxuriously while she rocked her hips. He slid his hands up her torso, and she put her hands over his as he explored.
It wasn’t a bad way to start a Saturday.
Corianne held dresses and business suits up to her, smiling as she enjoyed the shopping. “So, Tycho was disappointed?”
“Confused. The difference between submissive bunny and morning Arcady is rather dramatic.”
“Oh, dear.”
“Krizt refers to me as a coffee-sucking troll.”
Corianne laughed.
“I think more gremlin, less troll.”
“I would like to see you in a coffee frenzy.”
“I look like this only with a robe and eyes that are looking for anyone with a coffee cup. He should have played his cards better. I would have done anything at that point.”
“Really? Oh, there is a roaster downstairs. What will you do for fresh ground coffee?” Corianne waggled her brows.
Arcady moved toward her. “Oh, dearest, make a wish list.” She trailed her fingers up and down Corianne’s arm.
She nuzzled Corianne’s neck, and her patron gasped. Arcady lifted her head and looked into Corianne’s red eyes. She smiled softly. “So... let me know about that list.”
“I like the nuzzling. Keep the nuzzling.” Corianne chuckled. “The nuzzling when appropriate, and I will keep you in your favourite coffee.”
Corianne’s eyes flickered.
Arcady chuckled. “You are talking to them, aren’t you?”
“We don’t want to double up on pressies for our precious bunny.”
Arcady asked casually, “Does your work take you to Aksalla?”
“Frequently, so don’t worry if you and Krizt end up there. I will be a regular visitor.” She smiled. “My particular skillset is always in demand wherever I go.”
Arcady smiled. “Weirdly, so is mine.”
They giggled, and Arcady put on the outfits that Corianne had chosen, twirling when asked. The sales girls hid their faces of disapproval, but if Corianne wanted to be cuddled and nuzzled, Arcady could definitely deliver. Of course, the fact that they were obviously actives could have had something to do with it as well. Or the fact that they were both women. Huh, that had not even occurred to her.
Corianne grinned and had the bags delivered to Z-Tech. “Krizt can help you get them all home.”
“I might have a better time getting them if they weren’t addressed to Scared Bunny.”
“Aw, I think your security desk will have a fun time with it. It is care of Krizt.”
Arcady chuckled.
“I think it’s time for lunch. I know a great place. They have deep-fried everything.” Corianne laughed and took her hand, kissing the back of it.
“Oh, that sounds like just the thing.”
“Do you think Krizt will be perturbed?”
“Is he listening right now?”
She chuckled. “Maybe. He is cussing a blue streak and telling me that I am going to unbalance your humours or something.”
“Oh, I haven’t been properly unbalanced since last night.”
The laughter was shared, and Corianne’s driver took them to the boardwalk near the manmade lake in the centre of the city, and they got out to hit the fried-food stand and pick out trays of food to carry to a picnic table, and there, they ate. They fed each other, laughed at the sauce that got away, and smiled at the children who looked with wide eyes and the parents who stared in equal measure. Some of them even smiled back.
Corianne sighed. “When I was little, I used to come here with my family and then... kaboom.”
“Aw. How did they react?”
“Well, I am the only one of my family to go off, so pretty good, considering.” She wrinkled her nose. “I mainly see them on major holidays when we can gather at someone’s house.”
“Where you won’t be seen.”
“Yeah, that is the general impression that I get. It’s fine. I am used to it by now.”
“Well, there are friends in the world who love the way you look and the fact that you are an active.”
Corianne smiled. “Are there?”
“Sure. If you weren’t an active, we would not have met, and while I hold the deepest affection for Krizt, I am very happy that you are in my inner circle.” She grinned. “Like last night.”
Corianne spluttered on her lemonade. “Oh. My. God. You do puns.”
She shrugged. “Sorry, not sorry.”
She thought of something. “When is your birthday? I make cupcakes.”
Corianne winced. “Why is Krizt screaming about fucking birthdays?”
“He missed mine. You remember the conversation. You were protecting me because he was yelling.”
“Oh, right. Well, he could get you something for Admin Assistants Day. That is coming up in a week.”
Corianne held a finger to her lips and whispered, “He went quiet.”
“He can also get me something after the implants go in. A recovery present.”
She started ticking things off on her fingers. “Our work anniversary, major holidays, random things like fancy pens or com upgrades. Custom communication implants between the two of us. Fun things. Coupley things.”
Corianne chuckled. “He heard most of that. I think he was taking notes.”
“Dating is hard for actives. I went through pretty focused training for it. Now I don’t give a rat’s ass who sees me doing what to anyone.” She shrugged. “Before the training, women were not even on my radar; now, you are the brightest part of my day so far.”
Corianne blushed.
“Next to the coffee.”
They laughed.
“Tycho was third. Krizt is just everywhere in my thoughts.”
Corianne chuckled. “Can a grunt be smug?”
Arcady looked around. “Did you want to tempt fate and go on one of the rides?”
Corianne nodded, and they emptied their trays and headed for her choice. The tunnel of love.
They kissed, cuddled, and fondled their way through the ride, then Corianne produced more tickets, and they did it again.
Arcady made her patron shriek in the darkness and was cuddling against her flushed and frazzled lover when they emerged from the shadows.
The attendant looked at them and flushed. “Would you like to go again?”
Arcady chuckled. “I am good. It was hard enough getting around the bar that last time.”
Corianne huffed as she got out. “No one has ever done something like that to me in public before.”
Arcady snuggled up. “How did it feel?”
“Startling, scary, amazing.” She paused. “Fun.”
They laughed together and walked back to the car. They passed some games, and Corianne stopped before walking over to a shooting game.
“I used to be good at this.”
She paid for one round, examined her gun, and started shooting, pulling to one side and knocking the targets down. The young man manning the game was stunned, but when she had cleared the entire game in thirty seconds, the prize was hers.
Corianne picked for her, and Arcady squealed happily. The blue monster was hers.
Corianne put her arm around her, and they left the boardwalk considerably more cheerful than when they had arrived.
She looked at her stuffy. “I hope Krizt lets me keep it at home. I would hate to have to hide it in his locker at work. And yes, I know the combination.”
Corianne chuckled. “He says you can keep it, but if it looks too much like him, he may make some alterations.”
Arcady looked at it in the vehicle. “I was going to make it more like him.”
The blue face and fur with fangs was a close start. He just needed pretty, pretty horns. She could sculpt them out of polymer or maybe dimensionally print them at work.
“Your hiding ability. Why haven’t you been using it?”
Arcady smiled. “Aside from last night?”
“Yeah.”
Arcady rubbed her neck. “Generally, I don’t have to. I used to do it a lot when I was scared, and I was frightened of everything. I used to hide from Krizt when I wanted him and couldn’t have him, but in general, I don’t need to hide, so I don’t.”
“Could you hide from Krizt at home?”
She thought about it. “Like hide-and-seek? I could. Why?”
“He wants to see you in action or not see you, as the case may be.” She chuckled. “I want to take you to one more place to shop, and then, I will bring you home.”
“Where are we going, and can I eat it?”
“A friend is a designer, and she is coming out with a new line that I think will suit you.”
There was something about the expression on Corianne’s face that made Arcady nervous.
“Brieada, this is my friend Arcady. Arcady, Brieada.” Corianne’s face was smirking as the woman with four arms looked Arcady over.
“The eyes. Perfect. Hair. Perfect. Corianne, can I keep her?”
“You have to see how she adapts to your product.”
Brieada nodded. “Of course, of course.”
Arcady hugged her blue monster. “What is going on?”
“It is a fitting, and if you look the way I think you will... it will be a job opportunity.”
“I have enough jobs.”
Brieda chuckled, and Arcady was in a change room with clothing flying over the door. Lingerie, nighties, gowns, robes, it all came flying at her.
She got undressed and started trying things on.
The translucent nighty caused Corianne to make a strangled sound. Brieda smiled with satisfaction. “Sit over there and pose a bit. I want shy, naughty, and innocent.”
She looked to Corianne, and Corianne shrugged. She sat on her knees, clutched her monster, and looked at the camera with innocent eyes. There was an excited sound, and then, she pushed the toy away and twisted away from the camera while leaning over her shoulder to look at it with a smile. The shy pose was her holding the gown tight to her thighs with her hands folded in her lap, with her hair falling just barely covering her nipples.
Brieda nodded. “Fabulous. Next one.”
Arcady looked at Corianne. “You owe me for this.”
“Yes, bunny. Keep going. The guys are getting copies of the photos.”
“Aw, fuck.”
She put on the next tunic-length camisole and went through a few poses that suited the fabric.
It took over an hour to make it through all of the clothes, and when she was done, she was exhausted.
Brieda was looking over the photos and chuckling. “I am going to go over these, and I will call you when I pick the ones I want to use. Then, I will send you a release, and you will get your check. I also have a line of bras and panties that I think you would look great in. The prototypes will be finished in a week.”
“I’m getting some enhancements put in.”
Brieda froze. “Where?”
She explained the metal designs on her forearms and calves.
“Oh, that will just add to it. It is the look in your eyes and the way your hair catches the light that will sell these outfits.” She was chortling.
Corianne got Arcady and eased her and her toy out of the building. “Aw, honey. You look tired.”
Arcady nodded. “I am. That was weirdly exhausting.”
“We’ll head to your place, and you can have a nice nap with me holding you.”
Arcady grinned. “That sounds nice.”
They headed back to Krizt’s. He looked at her and Corianne and said, “Pick your spot.”
They curled up on the abused chaise and watched a movie under a throw that Krizt brought to them. Arcady curled up against the soft and fragrant Corianne and fell asleep.
