Beyblade Bearing Drive Novels & Stories

Once again I forgot my anger and let myself be carried away by the choreography. I went down, up and rubbed myself against him. I was already soft and taken by the music and the pleasure. And he accompanied me exuding desire and breathing on the back of my neck making me moan, I felt his erection against my ass and let out a moan of pleasure. He drove me crazy and I caused the same effect on him. I had goose bumps. - You're driving me crazy! - He whispered in my ear - I'm fucked, because you're breaking up with me.

Zip ties, electrical tape, a spark plug that had no business being in a drawer with no label. "The torque wrench," I said, to the room generally. "Does anyone know where it is?" Still silent. They were trying to get rid of me. It was annoying and I wasn't sure how long I could stand it. The man under the lift rolled out slightly, looked at my boots, and rolled back under. Draven's bike was behind a partition at the far end, covered with a canvas wrap. I pulled the wrap off and stepped back. It was a big machine. Broader than anything I'd worked on at Moonstone, built for power over agility which meant the handling would be heavy in the turns.

The machine's design was old — pre-war old, the engineering language of people who had built things to last past the worst imaginable circumstances — but the internal structure was mappable if you knew what you were reading. She found the three points at the six-minute mark. "The Internal Core," she said. "The Drive has three frequency architecture nodes that maintain the resonance fabrication cycle. They're the load-bearing structure of the machine — if all three fail simultaneously, the fabrication cycle collapses inward rather than outward. The energy doesn't go into the ground. It implodes." She looked at the Drive. "But the nodes are in three separate sections of the machine. And they h