A friend of mine has wanted some 'Keala action for awhile and she was sick today so... this seemed like a good way to make her feel better... yeah.
If asked how it had happened Mikeala wouldn't have been able to answer. In fact, she really didn't care. Why should she? It wasn't as if it was hurting anybody… and Sam had Bumblebee. She was glad the yellow mech was taking care of him, making sure he didn't keel over from overworking… but was also glad it wasn't her.
They would never have been able to make it work, Mikeala knew that the moment they'd been separated, knew that for gods sakes Bumblebee was more upset then herself.
So she didn't worry about it, still Sam's friend, still talking to him, teasing him as he and Bumblebee cuddled and kissed… those moments were so much better then their own together. And she was working on making new memories… enjoying, not caring about what others thought anymore.
She had started thinking about it often… and that's why she had been sitting outside the base, watching, waiting for Bumblebee to comeback with her friend, to talk to him…
"Keala?" Mikeala looked up, finding herself face to face with Chromia and Arcee's holograms, the two looking concerned.
"I'm fine. Where's Elita?" The human stood, allowing herself to be pulled into a shared embrace.
"Oh, she's asking Ratchet a few things…" Arcee's evil smirk was enough to send shivers up Mikeala's spine, and she leaned in to peck the pink haired hologram on the cheek to hide.
Except… it didn't really hide it, and Chromia yanked the human towards her, hands exploring down and then back up, stopping to unclip Mikeala's bra. The teen was used to such things, only barely protesting.
"I thought we told you not to wear one of these things when you're here. They cause more problems then help and we can make you better!"
"Then do it. Or you can crack my back every night." Before she knew it Mikeala was being dragged back inside, only having time to see and wave at Sam… as the teen waved cheerfully. That bastard! But then… she couldn't complain as her shirt came off, Chromia's mouth attacking her neck. Arcee was holding her, the holograms being hidden by the femme forms of the autobots.
Well, mostly hidden. The moans that gasps that Mikeala gave too loud to hide.
"We're working on it now." Arcee promised, hand not holding the humans hands behind her back slipping into her pants.
They were in a semi-public place, could easily be caught by lecherous males, being loud… and Mikeala didn't care. "Th-thanks… oh!"
Maybe she should figure out how she'd gotten to the point she was… she was enjoying it too much, and besides… having all three of the femmes to herself, loving, caring, touching in ways most couldn't was addictive. She didn't want to lose them... and there went the last of her clothes… maybe she did need to explain discrepancy to her lovers… yeah, that was a definite.