Final Goodbye
By Ryokodarkwing
Warnings: Implied sexual situations, Holoform, Genderbending
Disclaimer: I don't not own Transformers.
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Mouths met harshly, hands roamed freely, bodies pressed so close together, moving in ways that were so wrong. So wonderfully wrong.
She knew it was not flesh and blood under her hands, but instead a hard light holo-form. She knew, but ignored the fact in favor of acting like a normal out of control teenage girl. Only thinking of now, this completely wrong moment in time, and not obsessing over the consequences sure to come later.
A trap; she knew it was but didn't care. Buying Satan's camero, almost being crushed by evil robot of another planet, falling off a building, staring death in the face as her life flashed before her eyes as she slammed the AllSpark into Megatron's spark…receiving the AllSpark's power and knowledge and becoming the single hope for the rebirth of an entire race. She needed this.
Needed a hot mouth, pressed hard against her skin, sucking and biting, marking her light tanned skin. Needed hands, roughly roaming her fragile body like they processed it, his toy to play with all he wanted and to discard when he was done. Needed that hard body, so hot and strong on top of hers, pinning her, detaining her, no escape from him and the fire that consumed her.
Her small hands threaded through silver-white hair that she knew wasn't really there, clutching the Harbinger of Death closer to her.
"I despise you." That deep, cultured voice growled against her flesh, his claws digging into her hips, shredding her white prom dress. "I'll make you rue the day you were sparked." He tore the cloth from her body, fiery crimson red eyes glaring at her in a mix of lust and hate.
"I know…" she whispered and yanked his head down for another kiss. And another and another and another.
She loved the Autobots and they loved her. She brought Jazz back life. Managed to reach past the Decepticon programming and turn Barricade back into Prowl. And all the others that come to Earth since; they loved her, she loved them. Planned to start concentrating on giving them new sparklings as soon as school was over and done with.
They love each other, but she didn't want love at this moment.
Not from Bee.
Not from Ironhide.
Not from Ratchet.
Not from Jazz
Not even from Optimus.
"Hate me, hurt me." She breathed as their lips parted just slightly a thin trail of saliva still connecting them. Devil red eyes gleamed and glowed, a deep menacing growl vibrating in his board chest as he slammed into her. Both pain and pleasure washing over her.
For one night; he hated her, he hurt her as she asked and in return she loved him like no had loved him. Only for this one night.
Her final goodbye to her human life.
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