1. Cuddle before Bed (Slipstream/Megatron) (Rating; K+)
He lay awake on his berth, simply staring at the ceiling. It was far past midnight, and he needed to recharge. But the bliss of sleep-mode never came, leaving him there, simply staring up at the rocky ceiling.
Feminine claws gently crawled up his chassis, stopping just over the insignia on his chestplates. He felt a thin winged body draw closer, and the hand moved to his cheek.
"Can't recharge?" a soft voice asked him, and he turned his faceplates to thin pointed ones. Two pairs of red optics met, as he craned his neck to get his faceplates next to her's.
That was all the answer she needed. She curled up next to him, pulling the black silk nano-cloth blankets up further as he moved onto his side. He pressed his lips against her forehead, and nuzzled her helm. She leaned into his touch, moving her claws down to the insignia on his chestplates again, gently pressing.
She felt his strong arms wrap around her, pressing her into his larger body. He nuzzled his helm into her neck, his hands petting her wings. She smiled, and curled into him, placing a hand on one of his strong arms.
She soon felt his intakes slow, and his systems shut off in preparation for sleep-mode. She smiled, hands drifting to toy with the edges of his helmet.
Who knew the feared Decepticon Warlord was one who needed to cuddle before he fell into recharge?
2. The Seducer is Seduced (Slipstream/Megatron) (Rating; T, T+)
"Am I truly the Seducer?"
Slipstream blinked, jolting out of her blissful daze when he spoke to her. She sluggishly looked up, pushing against his coolant-soaked chest and meeting his dark optics.
"Come again?" she asked, leaning against him, since she was having trouble moving and keeping her balance. He smiled softly at her, something she only saw during moments like this, after they were one for mere yet blissful seconds.
"You, long ago, called me the Seducer." He said, voice low and husky. His hand gently moved upward to her wings, stroking them lovingly. "Am I still the Seducer, when you have seduced me instead?"
She smiled, understanding. She leaned against his chest more, nuzzling against his pale tattooed faceplates.
"Let's say we seduced each-other." She regarded him with darkened red optics, pressing her hips against his.
"That works."
"Good." With that, she pressed her lips against his.
3. Book before Bed (Slipstream and Skywarp, big sister/little brother) (Rating; K, K+)
"And the Princess and her Prince lived happily ever after." Slipstream finished, laying the Data-Pad down on the berth. Part of her felt disgusted to have read something so childish and human, but the peaceful and vaguely happy faceplates of Skywarp were enough to smash those feelings.
She gently stroked Skywarp's helm, smiling at her younger brother. The little Seeker always had such trouble getting to sleep… reading a bedtime story to him never bothered her, well, except when Megatron gave her that look. But that was a different story altogether.
Skywarp shifted, hugging a giant-sized teddy bear to his chest, wings twitching. Slipstream leaned in, gently pressing a kiss to the youngest Seeker's helm, before getting up and grabbing the Data-Pad. She slid it into a bookshelf, before leaving the Seeker's shared quarters.
4. Kitty (Kitten Ravage, Slipstream/Megatron) (Rating; K)
"Awwww, who's a good kitty, who's a good kitty?"
Ravage raised one large black ear, staring at the femme seeker in confusion. She was kneeling slightly, hands on her knee joints, and staring at him with a weird expression.
"Aren't you a pretty kitty?" she cooed, petting the top of the mechanical panther's head. He leaned into the petting, oh Primus it felt good, and let out a rumbling purr. She kneeled down closer to the ground, and scratched behind his ear.
: Ooooh, that's the spot… :
He purred, rubbing his sleek black metal head against the clawed hand. She petted his sleek back, rubbing his neck and joints.
"Mreoowww…" : I like you, femme. :
The femme smiled, picking him up. Due to his age, the panther was more of a kitten-sized panther, so the femme could easily pick him up, and carry him someplace.
Which is exactly what she did. She continued petting and scratching him, all the while walking down the hall towards… somewhere. Ravage didn't really care at the moment. Just as long as she continued petting him.
He felt the femme lay him on a soft berth, and hug him. "Awwww, you're so soft! Who's a soft kitty? That's right; Ravage is a soft kitty!"
There was the sound of a door opening, and someone stepping in, but the kitten-panther had long since stopped paying attention. The femme had given him a ball of yarn. That yarn was going down.
"My dear… why is Ravage in our berth?" If he was paying attention, Ravage would have noticed that the deep vocal track that spoke was of the Supreme Commander, and would have acted accordingly.
"Oh stop whining, there's still room for you, Megsy."
A large frame sat down on the berth across from the femme and the kitten-panther, and he snapped out of his yarn-ball-must-play-with daze.
"Mreeoow!" : Lord Megatron! : the panther tried to salute like Lazerbeak and the others did, but he fell flat on his face with a 'merrow!'
"Oh my gosh, that was adorable!"
Lord Megatron looked at the femme, an optic ridge raised as she cuddled the kitten.
"You have a soft spot for cats."
"Aww, is the Decepticon Supreme Commander jealous?"
"Over a cat?"
The femme stuck her tongue out, petting Ravage's head again.
: Oh dear yarn balls in the sky, what have I gotten myself into? : were Ravage's only thoughts, as he noticed the slightly murderous look his leader was giving him.