Title: No Delicate Femme
Bayverse
Pairing: Fem! Optimus Prime x Grimlock, One-sided Fem! Swoop x Crosshairs if you squint
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns the Transformers
Headcannon: Lockdown shut down the Dinobots speech functions, but Prime reactivates them when she frees them from Lockdown's trophy room.
Grimlock wasn't sure at which point he found himself enamored with the Prime femme. Maybe it was when her gaze had met his unflinchingly in the darkness of Lockdown's trophy room. Or perhaps it was when she had broken the locks on his and his sibling's cages, setting them free. It might also have been when she had stood before him fearlessly, the blade of her sword planted in the ground calling for him, his brothers, and sister to once again take up their mantels as Guardians.
Or maybe, and he figured this was the most likely cause of his desire for her, it was when she had pressed him down into the ground, knee on his neck, and her blade at one of his main power lines. Normally he would have continued to fight, (he had been too long a prisoner and slave), but all Grimlock could think about was how sexy he had found the pressure of her body holding him down. Thinking about the fact that she soon had her powerful thighs squeezing his neck, and how he would rather be in his bot form, and have her beneath him.
How her scent had enveloped him, sultry and seductive. His instincts had screamed mate, and all he wanted to do was rub against her, mark her with his scent. Make certain that his brothers knew that she was off limits. That she was to be his (it didn't matter that neither Skag nor Spike had cared in the least).
It didn't matter to him that she had proved her dominance over him in front of his siblings. Swoop had been quick to remind him that he probably wouldn't have submitted to anyone else, and he realized how right his sister was. Mech or Femme, anyone else would have gotten their head torn off.
Grimlock mulled all this data over as they tore through the bots without sparks, transforming after tossing the last of them away from him and in turn Prime, who still fought beside him. He watched her out of the corner of his optic, marvelling over her grace and beauty as she twirled between enemies. He realized he had yet spoken to her. He didn't bother with the human language, as he open a com link to her, sticking to the ancient Cybertronian. 'You fight impressively, Optimus Prime.' He chuckled, the noise a stuttering whir of gears, when Optimus turned to him, shocked that he had initiated a conversation with her. Until now he had spoken only with his siblings. Or rather his sister had spoken with him and their brothers. Still distracted by the fact that he had spoken to her, she didn't even detect the bot that came up behind her.
Tugging her aside with one servo, Grimlock swung his hammer and the bot died on a shriek of metal. 'Come now, Prime, pay attention to the fight.' The narrowing of burning ember optics betrayed that fact that he was grinning beneath his battle mask.
'You did that on purpose,' Optimus scowled behind her own mask, blue optics glaring at him, spinning and impaling another fake on her sword.
'Aye, maybe I did,' He caught the last fake by the throat, crushing the delicate neck cables in one massive clawed servo. Prime shot him an almost appreciative glance, pulling her sword out of the bots chassis. She scanned the area around them and noted the positions of her Autobots and her humans. She didn't bother to speak over the com link. "Do you have any idea how Lockdown got a hold of a Seed?"
Grimlock shouldered his hammer, following over to where the humans with the Seed were waiting. "Likely the creators gifted it to him for all of his marvelous work." Grimlock muttered, standing close behind her when she stopped in front of the humans. He trailed his optics down the length of her backstut and clamped his jaw closed to prevent any unconscious noises from escaping at the sight of her well-formed, perky aft and wide, luscious hips. She looked back at him at his sarcastic words, so he amended his statement. "I'm sorry, I wish I knew, but Lockdown was not in the habit of doing much business where he had us caged." Optimus nodded turning back to the humans as the rest of the Autobots and his siblings joined them. Swoop allowed for the little yellow femme to disembark from her back before she flew over to Grimlock, transformed and perched herself on his shoulder. Grimlock noticed that the green Autobot mech kept his optics trained on his sister.
Swoop didn't seem to notice, listening attentively as Prime spoke, her talon like peds clutching at the catches in Grimlock's armour. Swoop was small, barely bigger than the average sized Autobot mechs, but Grimlock exchanged amused looks with Spike. Grimlock partially listened to Optimus tell the humans her plan, partially kept an interested optic on that perky aft and partially kept an optic on the green Autobot.
That was when they heard the sound of the magnet. It was a noise that the Dinobots knew and hated. It was the very thing that Lockdown had used to capture them. Grimlock let loose a low growl; Lockdown would not get his hands on Optimus again. Not if Grimlock had anything to say about the matter.
Grimlock roared, swinging his hammer just in time to send Lockdown flying away from Prime's spark chamber, where he had been moments from tearing the pulsing orb out. Grimlock met her gaze and reached for the sword (her sword) protruding from her chassis. Her servo rested over his and for a moment he swore she was going to push him away. So he did the only thing he could think off to try a sooth her. He purred, and his vocalizer producing a serious of clicks and whirs. Prime glared, but even as old as she was, she wasn't immune to the calming noises creators used to relax frightened or hurt sparklings. Her servo dropped away, and Grimlock muttered a brief "Sorry." Before he pulled the sword out, jerking hard enough to remove it from where it was imbedded in the metal wall behind her. Optimus whined and Grimlock intensified the noises. She slumped down against him, trying to catch her breath, her systems flooded with pain.
Grimlock hissed, when he noticed Lockdown getting back up, cradling his injured Prime against his chassis. "Oh please, Guardian, don't make me laugh." The bounty hunter wiped away a trail of energon that dripped down his chin. Grimlock dropped the sword, grasping his hammer more firmly in his now free servo. "You think you can defeat me? Who do think captured you and kept you imprisoned for how many eons?"
Grimlock raised one optic ridge, placing Optimus down, standing up and placing himself in front of her defensively, giving her the time she needed to get back onto her feet. "As I remember it, the only reason you captured us was because of several ambushes, a couple of betrayals, and the death of one of my brothers. Which I still owe you for." Grimlock was big, sure, and he was slow because of it, but he was also clever. Lockdown wouldn't put him, his siblings or the femme he wanted to claim back into cages. No, he would give Optimus the time she needed to catch her breath, auto repair the fuel lines in her chest that had been damaged and he would do everything in his power to wear out Lockdown's energy reserves.
Optimus let her optics trail over the body of what had to be the most powerful mech she had ever been near. Grimlock was, to say the least, impressive. While not necessarily graceful in his movements, he was skilled. Primus only knew how long he had been a Guardian before his capture. Lockdown was fast and skilled, but Grimlock had tricks up his sleeve, tricks that left the bounty hunter gasping, cooling fans on at full power, intake vents straining. The best part, Grimlock had barely broken a sweat. Optimus was amused, impressed and aroused all on the same note as she finally pulled herself onto her peds, sword in hand battle mask back in place over her mouth. Lockdown was too focused on Grimlock, he didn't see or hear her as she leaped over a downed tow truck and drove her sword through his body. Twisting it and pulling it straight up through his head.
Grimlock's optic ridges rose and he stared down at the hunter's body. He looked back to Optimus his optics taking in energon soaked sword and chassis. Coolant dripped down the side of her neck and he could see it dripping down her thighs between armour plates. Frag, she looks good enough to eat. This time when he spoke it was in English, and she nearly dropped to her knees at the sound of the accent he had adopted. "I'd say that that was anticlimactic, lass, but, I'm too damned turned on to really give a fuck." He had adopted what her internet search was informing her was a Scottish accent and frag it all, did it get her engine revving. He kicked Lockdown's corpse out of his way and took a step closer to her. She stuttered when he tapped her battle mask, his own shifting away to reveal a handsome if scarred visage. She gave the mental command for the metal to open and she squeaked when he brushed his lips softly to hers.
"Ye're no delicate femme, Optimus, and I think that's why I like ye as much as I do. Ye'll give as good as ye get, in everything." He kissed her again, clawed servos grabbing her hips tightly. Prime thought about pushing him away, but she decided she liked what he was doing too much to worry about putting him in his place.
Headcannon: The Dinobots all adopt Scottish accents when they finally start speaking languages.
