I own nothing.
well, maybe a few things. like my muses!
...who have totally SUCKED lately. i mean, REALLY!
Peter, 'kashi, WHY THE HELL WONT YOU INSPIRE ME!
...maybe i should fire them and get some new muses.
peter: O.O NOOOOOOOOOOO!
me: ha. ANYWAYS.
this is for my sister; i promised her OptimusMikaela goodness a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago, and so i finally got a slight idea for a little fluffy peice. Oh, and there will be BeeSam implications.
Because that pairing rocks the heck out. or something. (that sounded lame, didnt it)
right now, dunno if it'll be smutty or not... oh, and i guess i own their human forms... Im goin' with the idea of the solidholigrams, btw.
hmm, i may add in some IronhideWill. idea... RachetEpps? hmm, thats sumthin to look into.
ANYWAY.
ON WITH THE FIC!
OoOoOoO
Mikaela shrieked, trying to get away from the muscular man chasing her. Quickly scanning her surroundings, she took note of two potential hiding places and ducked behind a car, dropping to her knees and crawling forward towards her destination.
"Come now, do you really think you can hide from me so easily?"
She dashed behind the pile of cars, glad her idea of taking a detour around the lone car had served as the perfect distraction. Now all she had to do was stay quiet and-
"Found you."
A pair of muscular arms wrapped around her, pulling her back into a strong chest. She sighed in defeat and leaned her head back, gazing at the features of her attacker.
"That's not fair. You cheated!"
He chuckled and shook his head, electric blue eyes closing while the movement touseled his hair. Mikaela loved his hair. She had expected it to be red or something, and him to look about 40-something, but she was pleasantly surprised when her boyfriend's human form turned out to be about 25, and his black locks had streaks of red and blue in them.
Not that it was any easier to explain to her dad.
"I was not cheating. I only used every tool to my advantage."
His baritone caused Mikaela to snap back to the present, and she had to think for a second before whe remembered WHY exactly he had been chasing her in the first place.
Unfortunately for her, Optimus Prime used this to his advantage and began his relentless assault.
"Oh my God!! Stop it!!! PLEASE!!! Stop!!" She managed ot gasp out, pleading for mercy, though she knew he would not likely stop.
However, She DID manage to catch the attention of another couple.
Sam came bursting into the area, clothes and hair incredibly dissheveled, followed closely by another male slightly taller than him, tan with blonde hair, electric blue eyes, and two black lines circling each bicep. The two males stopped in shock at the sight they found, Bumblebee's mouth falling open at the image of his commanding officer tickling Mikaela.
Optimus noticed them rather quickly and freed Mikaela, standing rather suddenly with a slightly embarrased look on his face.
Mikaela took the opportunity to catch her breath, and then stood as well, shooting Sam a grateful look. She knew he would be laughing later, but then again, she would too, had she walked in on the ever-controlled Optimus Prime tickle-torturing someone. She could hardly blame him.
And, she realized with a smile, Bumblebee mow had perfect blackmail material, as did Sam and Mikaela. Bee could EASILY transmit the visual to ANYONE he wanted.
Say, for instance, Rachet or Ironhide. (And knowing Ironhide, he'd show Will, and then all of NEST would end up seeing it.)
Perfect blackmail material indeed.
Mikaela smirked.
She was SO topping tonight.
OoOoO ((cackles gleefully)
well, there ya go, hun!
ya like?
this was fun writing!
i will prolly write another little ficlet of this pairing for you, which will hopefully make up for the lack of smut in this one.
I still have yet to fufill that promise, after all!!!
