How do I tell him?

beccalovesbumblebee- Sorry for the vague summary, but I don't want to ruin the story with spoilers. I do not own TFP at all. This is mainly Miko and Jack centric with some, but very little of the Autobots. JackXMiko. Multi-chapter before you ask this is not about Miko being a stripper, but I promise the story behind "In the strip club" is coming very soon. SEXUAL CONTENT! Beware.

Chapter one

(Miko's P.O.V.)

Me, and Jack were just hanging out when his phone rang. "Yeah," He answered his phone.

I could hear some mumbling coming from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I'm still coming," Jack said glancing over at me. "Do you mind if I bring my girl along?"

I shuddered when he called me his girl. I really wasn't. Me, and Jack dated that was all it was nothing official. I knew for a fact the he also took out Sierra, and a few other girls from school.

He hung up the phone, and looked over at me with a certain shine in his blue eyes. "You want to come to a party Miko?" He lips grazed the top of his head as he planted a kiss there.

"I don't know Jack," I answered.

"Come on Babe it's only a party." He took my hands, and squeezed my them lightly.

"Alright I will come with you," I said, with a laugh as Jack pulled me off of the couch, and began to pull me towards his garage. "Please tell me we aren't riding your old bike." I thought of an image of him putting Sierra on the handle bars, or the back of his old ten-speed bike.

"No, I asked a certain someone to give us a ride," Jack said with a smirk.

"Who?" I asked. Jack began to open his garage. He pressed the button, as the door slid open revealing Smokescreen sitting in Jack's driveway.

"A friend," Jack said with a laugh.

"You planned on taking me out tonight?" I asked Jack.

Jack nodded slightly. "I figured I would take you since Sierra was busy, and well you are my girl anyways."

"You could have told me," I admitted. "I could have put on something better than this." I motioned to my everyday clothes.

"Babe you look fine," Jack said as he kissed me on the cheek. "You always do." He ruffled my pig tails.

I pulled them out quickly and tousled my hair. "Hey Smokey," I muttered, as Smokescreen turned on his headlights. I had to shield my eyes for a moment, before I walked towards Smokescreen's vehicle mode. I opened his door, and climbed into his passenger side. Jack hesitantly climbed into the driver's side. Jack looked at me and smiled. We both knew that Jack really wouldn't be the one driving,

I laughed as I thought about how weird our lives really were. "I am surprised you didn't have Arcee drive us."

Jack put his hands up, as Smokescreen began to pull out of the driveway. "She doesn't like me being out at night. I swear she is like another mother."

I laughed at that. "She loves you Jack."

"She is right Jack. Arcee is just worried about you. Did you tell Bulkhead you were going to a party tonight?" Smokescreen asked.

"Of course not. I didn't even know we were going to a party. Even if I did I wouldn't tell Bulk. I just don't want him to go all protective older brother on me," I answered. "He is my best friend, but I don't need him to protect me."

"Well, if you say so," Jack said with a chuckle.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked glancing over at Jack.

"Nothing Miko," Jack muttered taking my hand in his.

Smokescreen pulled up to the curb of Jack's friend's house. "Call me when you are ready to go home," Smokescreen said as he closed his doors, and pulled away from the curb. He sped away as me, and Jack walked towards the house.

The loud music hit me before we entered the house. Me, and Jack walked onto the crowded dance floor, and began grinding. Jack's hand rested on my waist. I could see him looking across the floor at Sierra who was dancing against Vince, and a few of his friends.

I turned to face Jack running a finger along the lines of his abs. "You are here with me let's have some fun," I whispered into his ear making sure my breath ran along his cheek.

The song changed. I began to drop with the beat. My hips moved wildly forcing Jack to look at me, and ignore Sierra. I held Jack around his waist. We rocked together till the chorus came back, and then we switched Jack held my waist firmly, his hands moving to squeeze my hips.

"Miko what does that phrase from the song mean 'te amo'?" Jack asked.

"It's spanish Jack. It means 'I love you'," I answered him.

"Oh okay," Jack said. He let go of me immediately. "I will go get you some punch."

"Alright Jack," I said. I just stood there, and danced by myself until Jack came back with the punch. I had the feeling that he really just left to find Sierra.

"Here," Jack said. He held out a clear glass with a red liquid in it. I reluctantly took a sip of the punch. It tasted off. I wasn't sure what it was, but I wasn't drinking anymore of it. I dropped it to the floor. Jack's blue eyes met mine, and we kissed. It was a kiss like I imagined Romeo, and Juliet would have shared it was deep, passionate, and left us both gasping for breath afterwards. I felt my heart hammering in my chest like if my rib cage wasn't there it would jump right out of my chest, and run away. He held my face close to his for a second before he grabbed my hand the other hand resting on my waist. He lead me out of the house. He pulled me forwards up the street.

"Jack where are we-" I started to ask.

"Don't ask questions," Jack commanded.

"Are we going to-" I tried again.

"No," Jack answered calmly.

When I opened my mouth to speak Jack just spoke again. "Trust me Miko. Don't you trust me?" His pleading eyes met mine.

"Okay," I said nodding slightly. "I trust you."

He pushed me forward. He kept his hand firmly on my hip. We walked for a while before we made it to the small Jasper, Nevada hotel.

Jack swept me off my feet to speed up the process. He asked the desk clerk for a room key. The young woman in her twenties looked up, and was about to question our intentions, but when she saw Jack's face she kept her mouth shut. She just slid the desk key over to Jack, and watched as he carried me down the hallway. He carried me to the elevator. He pressed me up against the wall, and kissed me. I felt his breathing waver as his lips met mine.

I wasn't sure why I was agreeing to this. Maybe it was something in the punch, but here I was being carried from the elevator to a hotel room. Jack sat me down long enough to slide the key card into the slot, and to push the door open. He pulled me into his arms breathing heavy before he stepped into the room. He kicked the door closed behind him, before he carried me over to the bed.

He laid me on the bed. I watched, as he took a step back to undo his belt.

"Jack, are you sure you want-" My question was lost as his lips met mine. I felt it, as he slipped my boots off, and began to slide off my shorts.

"Yes," Jack said as he threw his pants, and my shorts to the floor.

That was when I let myself go. My body seemed to move on its own. I pulled Jack's shirt off of his body, and he mine. He looked satisfied to see my bra, and panties. He was sitting there in only his boxers, his eyes grazing my tan skin. I watched as he began to take off his boxers. I mimicked him sliding out of my panties. I flung them across the room just before Jack was on top of me.

His hands were behind my back unclasping my bra. As he undid it his hands grazed my exposed breasts. He squeezed them gently, before moving on.

My breathing caught when he pressed his body into mine. I could feel every curve of his body, as good as I could see it. His blue eyes met mine, before he kissed me. My breathing was steadied again. I knew what he was going to do next. I knew it was going to hurt, but his warm hands pressed against my sides made me feel better. One of his hands reached up from its place on my side, as he thrusted into me gently. I felt him enter, and pull out. He squeezed my hand gently, as he repeated the process diving deeper this time.

I moaned quietly trying to hold in my cries of pain. Jack was breathing heavy, he pulled out once more, and kissed me. His tongue sliding into my mouth. He slid back in, as I felt something warm swell up inside of me threatening to spill over.

"Te amo," I moaned repeating the phrase I had tried to teach him earlier.