Moonlight Stands
"You shouldn't have come here."
She sensed the presence of the Decepticon medic a long time ago while she gazed distantly towards the Nevada canyons. It only took a matter of time for Knock Out to step out and reveal himself to Arcee.
The sun was about to dip into the horizon, the stars dimly lighting up.
The blue warrior could hear his footsteps drawing close to her.
"I do find our meetings quite interesting, my dear."
Days ago, he called her 'Autobot'. Now he was getting comfortable with her name.
Gentle fingers were soon at her cheek and she found herself facing eye to eye with the Decepticon. In the past, she would've already shot bullets into his armour, but with the past events… no matter where their faction loyalties were placed, they couldn't bring themselves to hurt each other.
Knock Out then broke the silence.
"Don't you recall the last time we met like this, and… that night?"
"That night was a mistake."
"And the night before?"
A stinging silence filled the air. The femme Autobot then snapped her gaze back at the canyons.
"I only come here to be by myself with my thoughts… not entertain you, Decepticon."
Other times, she'd say the name in spite, but as the word left her mouth, she didn't spew the word in disgust.
"I know what you're thinking of," began the Decepticon medic. "You're thinking of him, aren't you?"
Stubborn silence bolted her mouth, but what Knock Out said was true.
A scoff was then heard.
"He's gone, Autobot! Nothing can be done to bring him back. Try all you can, even give away half your spark. But you're not going to see him. He's not coming back."
She couldn't give him the satisfaction. She couldn't let him win. He was daring to toy with her feelings and manipulate a dear relationship close to her spark, but with time her spark shrank at remarks and reminders.
She found herself face to face again with the red Decepticon, taking in the flamboyant colours of his armour. The bright streaks of his frame reminded her so much of her late partner.
Cliffjumper…
"Arcee…"
He finally used her name during their conversation of the day. Why did she almost went mad when her name left his lips?
"When are you going to let me in?"
What she did next was extremely sudden.
An unknown force drove her lips onto his cheek, and were soon over his own lips. Rapid kisses soon followed, each one driving her in deeper and deeper... In an instant, they were set to perform their usual routines.
She felt her frame colliding to the ground, the medic's warmth soon over top of hers. Pain and pleasure mixed as she heard the both of them trying to catch their breaths, but she knew it was only the beginning. Something was wedged between her thighs, and she knew what was going to happen.
He drove deeper and deeper into her; psychically, mentally...
Emotionally.
Like he had to prove something to her.
The beat grew and grew, and she heard herself moan after every thrust. A darkish chuckle exhaled from the Decepticon. She could tell he wanted her to moan. Arms wrapped around her waist, and all time just stopped.
Once she couldn't take in such hysteria, she let out a mild scream.
"Knock Out...!"
She didn't know why she agreed to these nightly rituals. Every time she thought on it, a solid explanation couldn't be concluded. She thought it was a way to relive old memories and to find a way to bring him back, yet...
Maybe she did had feelings for the Decepticon medic all this time.