Gearshift couldn't believe she was helping Tanya with this "mission." In this case mission meant "fondle all the penises on the museum statues, with photo evidence". Gearshift of course was collecting the evidence. Her own anxious inner thoughts about being caught for now only allowing someone into the museum after hours but making sure they didn't touch the more fragile art instead of forcing them out were drowned out by Tanya's bubbly laughter, that on multiple occasion the darker skinned woman had to try and hush her about.

"There's a new security guard and I haven't the slightest on what they are like, please Tanya try to keep it down."

Gearshift was met with a coy smile and a nod.

"You should take a photo too, I promise I won't post it anywhere." Tanya purred, wiggling her eyebrows.

Gearshift declined "I'm okay with just looking." Tanya sighed and nodded as they head to the last exhibit, near the entrance, as planned.

That was when Gearshift heard footsteps, turning to see a large figure in the shadows of the hallway. She yelled "RUN TO THE EXIT!" To Tanya, who was lucky enough to be able to see the doors from where she was, and ran down another hallway herself, hoping to lure the guard away from her human friend.

Tanya shot out the door like a horse at the races. Gearshift was relieved to see Tanya would be okay but the had to focus as the guard chased her through the Egyptian halls. She knew the museum well but as she barely made another turn she knew the guard was catching up.

Gearshift made another quick turn but felt the weight of the guard hit her and they both went down. She turned and looked up to see an older man, salt and pepper black hair, large broad shoulders, and a very intense frown on his face.

"Ironhide?" She asked, surprised to find herself under him.

His own eyes widened a touch and he nodded. "Gearshift what're ya doin?"

She smiled bashfully at him, light blush on her face "would you believe helping a friend take photos with the museum dicks?" The older man gave her a confused look and shook his head.

"Yer too much." He purred.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the base?"

"s'too quiet around there. No combat, no recruits, and no you." When Ironhide realized what he'd said he became acutely aware of where they were and how she was looking at him. He smirked and watched her face turn pinker. Sure he enjoyed her company but the lingering sensation of wanting more had nagged at him enough that he sought her out and got this job in the first place. Meeting her like this, however, wasn't part of the plan, though it was a pleasant surprise.

Gearshift wasn't sure how to respond at first, furrowing her brow just slightly as she chose her words very carefully.

"I didn't realize I was so important." Her voice barely above a whisper. He had to have known how she would look at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Ironhide was the type who had a frighteningly high sense of awareness. She had pined over him and here he was, doing side work just to hopefully see her?

Gearshift reached up to touch his face slowly, and immediately he leaned into the affection. She hand her thumb over his cheek, gulping as she felt her sparkbeat quicken. Neither of them moved. As the femme thought about the implications of him even getting a job as a human, let alone as a night guard at her museum to be near her, she felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She cursed herself internally at how easy it was for her to cry. Her thoughts were soon silenced by Ironhide's mouth meeting hers in a slow kiss. He had leaned his weight on one arm and was using his free hand to cup her face, brushing the fledgling tears away with his thumb as he kissed her again, mouth hot against hers.

When the femme under him returned his kisses with small moans of approval he couldn't help himself. The engine of the red van outside roared in a show of power for her, and she smiled against his lips.