Wayward Phrases
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Chapter 1: Making Requests
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Carly gave up. At this rate, she wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon.
She'd always known she needed a warm bed at night, which had never been a problem since moving in with the Autobots for the summer. Despite the fact that the Ark remained a steady 61ºF year-round, she'd spent her nights cuddled up in Bumblebee's berth, allowing his internal heat to warm her. Or if Bumblebee were out she snuggled in with Spike. The latter was less preferable for she ended up spending too much time fending of under-aged hands.
But tonight they were both away and would be for the next week. Tomorrow she'd go into town and get an electric blanket, but until then another solution had to be found.
Wrapping her bathrobe over her pajamas and grabbing her blanket and pillow, she left Bumblebee's quarters. And stepping out into the hall she immediately noted the small blue dot on the door panel across the hall. Ironhide was home. Perfect!
She knocked on the door, and a minute later it opened. Ironhide stood there, and not seeing anyone, he leaned out and looked along the hallway.
"Down here, Ironhide."
The mech's gaze fell to her, and a smile came across his face. "Well hey there, Carly. What's up?"
"Me," she huffed. "Could I come sleep with you? I really need a warm up."
The red mech's mouth fell open slightly. "Uh, well, I guess. But, what about Spike and Bumblebee?" he asked.
"They're away on that mission to Argentina, and it's just too cold to sleep alone." She put on a sweet smile, hoping it would help convince the old warrior to take her in.
"I see." He leaned out again, arm on the doorframe, and looked up and down the hallway in the Ark's residential area. And then he looked down at her again. "Don't'cha think I'm a bit big for you though?"
"I'm not worried. But, if you think you are, I could go ask someone else if they wouldn't mind me spending the night." She looked down the hall herself, scanning for blue indicator lights.
Ironhide crouched. "Oh, no, no. You don't have to do that, if you're not afraid of my size... compared to yours."
"Ironhide, you're not going to roll over and squash me," she laughed lightly.
"You really want to sleep with me? You know...share my berth?"
"Well yes," she said firmly. "I normally do with Bumblebee, but since he and Spike are gone..."
He looked up and down the hall yet again. "Well, all right. If you're sure about this." He stepped back and gestured into his quarters. "Come on in and I'll be happy to warm you up all you need."
She smiled. Soon her shivering would stop. "Thank you so much Ironhide. This is wonderful of you."
"My pleasure," he said, smiling broadly.
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Ironhide's quarters were a larger scale version of Bumblebee's, furnished the same way... a recessed berth, a couple of chairs, a worktable, a "coffee table," storage units, and a computer screen. Carly went right to the berth, threw her pillow and blanket up onto it, and vaulted up herself. She sighed happily on finding it warm already. The lamp above the pillow was on, and the flickering datapad on the pillow explained it all. He'd tucked down but had been reading in bed. Carly made herself comfortable next to the pillow, lying at the edge of the warm patch.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked. And then he looked embarrassed. "I guess I don't really have anything to offer a human, besides water. Unless you've started drinking energon."
She laughed at his teasing. "I'm fine. But thank you for thinking of me. And don't let me interrupt whatever you were doing. I'm okay with the light."
He only smiled. "I think I've done enough reading for tonight," he said and climbed onto the berth. He lay on his side facing her, pulled the large canvas sheet up over both of them, and turned the setting on the light down to gentle glow. It had seemed strange to her at first that the Autobots liked to recharge with a blanket over them. A few even preferred liked to recharge in vehicular mode and had mail-ordered custom car covers for themselves.
Carly snuggled down, feeling much better already. She heard the tinkling chimes of Ironhide switching off his datapad for the night. And then she felt his hand upon her, which then curled slightly and pulled her closer to himself. "Mmmm... even warmer," she purred and snuggled against his hand through her blanket.
"Soon you'll be plenty warm," he said smoothly, a bit of a seductive tone in his voice. "Me too."
Carly settled her head deeper into her pillow as Ironhide began stroking her from head to heel, his strong hand running delicately over her hair, across her shoulders, down her back, past her hips, along her thighs, and down her calves. At her feet his hand lifted and returned to her head again to repeat the motion. "Mmmm...Ironhide. That feels nice," Carly complimented his petting. Sometimes she felt just like a kitten to the Autobots—a small local creature they liked to keep around for companionship.
A pleased sound rumbled from his vocalizer. And after a while, the stroking slowed and became more personal... more exploratory. She felt him shift, and the change in sound indicated that he'd brought his head closer to her. Gently he pressed his faceplate against her and kissed her back. And in stunned silence she lay there as he peeled away the blanket and repeated the kiss without the thick cloth between them. She could feel the delicate motions of his lip-components through her pajamas. And then he pushed up the pajama top and kissed the bared skin of her back.
This time she gasped loudly, and he pulled away suddenly. "I'm sorry. Are my lips cold?"
"No, not cold... It's just that..."
"Don't you like kissing? I thought you did. I see you and Spike kiss each other sometimes."
"Oh..." She lay there, still somewhat stunned that Ironhide had just kissed her so intimately. "No... It's just that I wasn't expecting it. I do like kissing."
"May I kiss you again in that case?"
She didn't have a reason to stop him. In fact it did feel nice. Bumblebee usually gave her a goodnight kiss or two on the top of her head when they tucked down. "Please."
Ironhide leaned back in and resumed... this time covering Carly from head to toe with warm affection. And she enjoyed the gentle press of his lip components and the slight electrical tingle whenever his lips contacted bare skin. And the kissing and massaging continued, mech slowly rolling her about with his hand, and into his hand, to expose her to more contact.
She hated to say it, but after a while, Ironhide seemed... aroused. The hot whirring of his servos and the tiny moans escaping his vocalizer, combined with his eager groping of her body and the erotic sound of whatever he was whispering to her in Cybertronian all suggested it. The Autobots usually spoke English, but when agitated, excited, frightened, or impassioned they commonly switched back to their native language.
And she gasped again when one of his fingers caught the elasticized waistband of her pajama pants and began to tug them down. "Ah, Ironhide. You can leave my clothes on," she said, a bit flustered.
"Mmm? I'm going to have a hard time going any further if I don't. And I didn't want to rip your clothes."
"Going any further?" She rolled out of his hand onto the padding of the berth. "Uh...Ironhide? What... what were you going to do?"
"Just what you asked for."
Her throat closed involuntarily and she fought to speak. "What I asked for?"
"A warm up. I thought you were ready. Did I misread your state? I've not had any actual experience with humans. Other organics yes, but no humans."
"Um... I just wanted to come sleep with you because I was cold and couldn't get warm. You sound like... like."
Blue optics flickered nervously. "You came to my door half an hour ago and asked me for sex."
"What!?"
"You asked if you could sleep with me. That's what you humans say when you want to engage in sex, isn't it? And you asked for a warm up, and then if you could share my berth. That's what we call it. Both things."
"Oh geeze," Carly choked. "I did say that, didn't I? That's not what I meant though. I just wanted to sleep somewhere warm. You know. Real sleep. Recharge. I get cold at night."
Ironhide pulled away and flopped his head down onto the pillow, venting heavily. And then he giggled. And then to laugh. "Stupid colloquialisms."
"Oh gosh. I can't believe... I didn't realize that you'd... I'm sorry, Ironhide."
"It's okay, Carly. It was just a misunderstanding," he chuckled. "I'm not hurt or offended or anything. It's actually pretty funny."
"It is. I really am sorry though."
"Don't worry about it. And you're welcome to stay. And I'd guess you're plenty warm by now. I sure am."
She found her pillow and tucked back down, settling once more beneath them as Ironhide straightened out his own bedding. And when they were lying still again, she listened to his cooling fans slow and his charged systems cycle back down into a more rested state. But even as her own body was relaxing, her mind was racing. "So, you Cybertronians... have a kind of sexual activity as well?"
"A kind of? We're as serious about it as you humans are. Perhaps not as preoccupied though."
"Even though you're robots?"
He chuckled again. "Believe me. We've got some pretty specialized parts for it. I guess it would seem pretty weird to you, since robots are just machines on this planet, without a need for sex."
"It does seem weird. But you've also... been with organic creatures... in that way?"
"A few. Ages ago. You know, when you're out in other parts of the galaxy, getting to know the locals, it happens."
She sat up and looked over at him. He was lying back on his pillow with his optics turned off.
"Ah... Ironhide?"
His optics switched back on.
"Would you show me?" she said shyly, aghast at herself for being so curious about it, and for wanting to try.
"You want to know about it? Really?"
"Yes. And...maybe we could pick up where we left off?"
He turned his head to look at her. "You don't think I'm too big?"
It was her turn to giggle. "Now I know why you asked me that earlier. And no, I still don't think so." She caught the waistband of her pajama bottoms with her thumb and pulled them down enough on one side to show a little skin—an enticing visual come-on to let him know she was serious about this.
Ironhide rolled back onto his side facing her. "Well then, if you're sure, I'd be happy to show you."
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"Wayward Phrases" continues in Chapter 2: Making Plans
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Transformers and all related concepts, characters, worlds, and events are property of Hasbro and Takara Tomy. Original characters and story elements are property of E. Potter, writing under the pen name of Miratete.