Figured I do a few of them, hence posting this bit up first.

Throttle x Carbine

[this is mostly a convo piece, with a little Stoker x Modo's momma thrown in for hilarities sake]

The two of them stood in front of the base and tried to ignore the whistling and cheers that where sounding off behind them like cannon fire.

The base had changed since the end of the war. There was a sudden covering of thick indigo grass and delicate wildflowers. She wore some in her hair. The other women had insisted on it. Carbine was glad she agreed, the mouse waiting at the pillar for her had looked spellbound as she'd climbed the steps. Being feminine wasn't one of her most prominent traits. Harley had turned out to be more than just a mechanic in her eyes then. Especially as it appeared that giving her -chassis- an overhaul before the joining ceremony had turned out to be one of the most satisfying experiences she had had to date, especially due to the amount of dropped jaws as she'd strode past. She put a little more swing in her hips as she walked forwards, smirking internally as the expression on his face went from awe to concealed arousal. She could tell, from the raise of his eyebrows, the slight upward turn of his mouth and the subtle shift of his antennae as they moved in her direction. It was something she'd missed seeing on his face. It was something she hadn't known that she'd missed inspiring in him.

She glanced up at him and he smiled at her. Seems like he'd had an 'overhaul' too. She never thought she'd see him out of leather, and she was right. He still wore his gloves, albeit with a suit. The black haired mouse always thought he'd look good in military digs, she was right there too. Of course, she'd been wrong about thinking they'd never reach this point together, that they wouldn't find the time or that they'd just grow apart. She'd been steeling herself for the day he might say 'I'm sorry babe, it's just not working'. He never did. And now he was standing beside her, as he'd always hinted he would, but had, in his usual quiet and mysterious way, never said outright.

He inclined his head slightly to his left, indicating their mutual friend by her shoulder who was shifting from foot to foot nervously. She smirks at him and squeezes his hand, another round of joyful applause goes up.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the crowd, their internal dialogue was firing away at a rapid pace.

Could they be any louder?

Well, there hasn't been a joining in what, years? I'm surprised by the turnout though…

The entire force is here.

You think Scabbard had anything to do with that?

Never pegged him as a hopeless romantic…Modo on the other hand-

-is crying over there. Didn't expect the waterworks this early. Where's Harley?

Towards the front, between your 'bro's'. Vincent actually looks like he's choked up.

Yeah, well, that probably more from finding it funny that Stoker volunteered to be your clan elder for the ceremony.

My uncle is certainly finding it difficult to cope with being addressed as 'honoured old one'.

Well, he's opposite Modo's mother, it's hard for him to cope with being seen as the same age-group as her.

He had a fling with her you know.

EH?

A few years back, he visited her and came back saying something about Black wings and Cougar wings marked off his list.

Wouldn't that be Grey wings and Black wings?

You think that's bad, I asked her about it and she showed me some ink.

Oh sweet Deimos, what on mars-

-turns out she marked the occasion herself with a 'wing of honour' tattoo, said something about Stoker completing the set.

Heh, brilliant! I figured she'd have herself a hit-n-run tat though…

Throttle! He'd never do that!

But don't you think she might? She -is- a wing admiral of the fleet now.

You think that's why he's feeling awkward? Because he's been outranked?

Bit of a blow to the guys ego. Still thinks he's a young stud.

We're all older than we think now.

Not you.

I've been dying my hair for years now sweetie, sorry to ruin the illusion of youth.

So have I, but that doesn't change how you look to me.

She laughs outright, amazed and flattered by his words. Her laughter brings up another cheer from the crowd behind. So she raises an eyebrow at him and he chuckles quietly. A chant goes up behind them, growing steadily louder. He leans forward amidst the roars of encouragement around them.

"We should have done this years ago." He says, kissing her gently.

She smiles against him and wraps her arms around his neck, only to catch out of the corner of her eye Modo's mother wiggling her eyebrows at her uncle behind her. She breaks the kiss off and throws her head back, laughing out loudly, followed by Throttle who evidently caught the look on Stokers face as he saw the older females expression.

The laughter quickly spreads and eventually becomes a chorus of joy. Her face is aching from the grin on her face, but she doesn't feel it. All she can feel is relief in the moment.

It really had been a long time coming.