Scavenger
By SMYGO4EVA
Knock Out had never met any bot as aptly skilled and lithe as the one called Arcee. Her agility and speed made her a formidable adversary, a symbol of all that made the Autobots worthy foes in the forsaken war, no, in the world. It was fitting; it was perfect.
Sometimes he wanted to give the lovely femme the nip and tuck he had promised during the relic hunt. He would pick and pick until there was nothing left. But no…she'd think him repellant and fight him off with the moves she was renowned for. Then, once he was finished, he would sigh and chastise himself for not thinking of something more original. No, it would be too unwise to even be called a good idea.
This secret admiration of her features would be deemed as weak and treacherous for the Decepticon cause, but Knock Out could care less. He can admire and look from afar whatever he pleased, for in their next fight, he will anticipate what he promised her. Azure finish was always in supply and demand in the medic bay, even when he knows that he would never truly be able to understand her.
He was a scavenger, after all.