Hold Me Closer

Chapter 2

Author's Note: Thank you so much to Designation Drift for the suggestion! I really appreciate it! Also other suggestions are very much welcome and if I use your suggestions, you will be noted in the next chapter.

Chromia's POV

After one to many cubes, Chromia could barely sit upright in the stool she was sitting on. She waved a hand to order the serving bot to come over. The serving bot walked over to her. Chromia dangled an empty cube in front of the serving bot's faceplate.

"A-another cube." Her word were slurred and were barely recognisable. The serving bot started to protest but before he could make words come out of his mouth plates, Chromia slammed her fist down hard onto the bar counter. The bot shut his mouth plates tight together before filling up her cube.

With the bot gone, she relaxed. Many of the couples have gone but now more a rowdy group of mechs were in the bar. It was obvious that they'd already had a drink or two before they came in.

Suddenly a grey mech appeared by her side, as drunk as her but twice the cocky-ness.

"N-nowww.. what's a preeetty femme like yourselff doing without a m-mechh to protect yaa?" A sneaky hand wrapped around her waist. But Chromia wasn't having any of this. She turned to face him and slapped a hand across his faceplate. Ooh that felt good.

The mech's faceplates heated up in fury. His eye's burned. He grabbed Chromia wrist and pulled her towards him. She breathed heavily in fear.

"Now now femme. I-," The mech said pointing to himself,"-am the one who will dominate. And, boyy, w-when I dominate youu.." he trailed his free hand up her thigh. Chromia prayed to Primus that he would stop. "I'm gonna frag the life outta yo-" Chromia shrieked. She looked down to see a red mech throwing punches to the grey mech. She had to get out of there. As the red mech continued beating the slag out of the grey mech, Chromia sneaked out of the back door.

She stumbled outside, barely able to walk. She placed a hand on a wall to re-gain her balance. Chromia leaned her back against the wall, not believing what happened in there. Maybe the grey mech was right. Maybe she did need a mech to protect her. Suddenly the back door opened. She froze. The red mech who had tackled the son of a glitch, came out. He didn't seem to badly injured but the other mech would've had many injuries from the amount of hard punches the red mech threw at him. A huge release of air came out of her out-takes.

"Thank Primus it was only you.." she muttered.

The mech smiled a little.

Chromia took her hand off the wall, but only to trip over again. The red mech laughed.

"Whaat?" she asked the mech.

"Nothing, it's just ah've never seen a drunk femme before." he chuckled. Chromia snorted.

"Ah'm Ironhide." said the mech.

"Chromia."

Ironhide's POV

He studied the blue femme standing opposite him. She was mostly blue all over but some parts white. He admired her curves of her thighs and waist. But she wasn't like any old femme, no. The way she stood and placed her hands on her hips. It wasn't...as femmely as the other femme's. Like she wasn't fragile and didn't mind getting her hands dirty.

Chromia's POV

"Saw ya in the bar," Ironhide said with a deep voice, stepping towards her, "ordering a Marina High Grade."

"Yeah well it's been a long time since I've had a proper drink."

She swayed her hips, trying to seduce him. She suddenly stumbled and fell into his arms. He chuckled as she felt her faceplates heating up, turning hot. The red mech looked down at her. His laugh faded away as her optics fixed on his. Ironhide placed placed a hand on her hot faceplate and lowered his helm down to her's until their faceplates were almost touching. He gently pushed his lips against her's. She returned the kiss. Chromia opened her mouth slightly. It was enough to let Iron glossia sneak in and probe the insides of her mouth. She groaned quietly with delight. He started to snake his hands around her waist. She tensed up. Her spark raced in fear. A flashback of a bad night with her ex-mechfriend came into her processor. She froze on the spot. Ironhide felt her fear. He held her closer.

"Don't worry. Ah won't hurt ya. Ah will never hurt ya.."

He held her up against her protoform and kissed her deeper. After a few moment of hesitation, she returned the kiss just as passionately. Her arms wrapped around his strong neck. He trailed away from the kiss and placed gentle kisses down her neck. Meanwhile Chromia fiddled with his armour, unlatching it. Ironhide quickly caught up and started unlatching the femme's armour.

In kliks they were naked. Ironhide looked up and down the blue femme in front of him.

"Ohh baby.." he whispered.

He laid Chromia down on the cold floor. She squeaked as a jolt of shock ran through her circuits making her shiver. Ironhide's hands rested on her bare chassis, massaging them. Ironhide's glossia still at work. Chromia trailed her hands down his muscular chassis down to his cod piece. Ironhide smiled and let out a small giggle under his breath.

Suddenly her spark throbbed hard as if trying to reach for Ironhide's spark. A yelp from the red mech informed Chromia that he to felt an ache. Chromia looked into his optics, full of surprise.

A Spark Call. It has been said 'Spark Calls' were messages from Primus, that they were meant to be a bonded couple. They were very rare and not to be ignored. Only sent when Primus believes they will continue being happy as long as they're together.

Although they had just met and they barely knew nothing about each other apart from their names, this.. this was destiny.

Chromia found herself lost in her thoughts, gazing into Ironhide's optics. Without a word of warning, he lowered his chassis down to hers. Ironhide opened his spark chamber, revealing his aching spark. She followed his actions and done the same.

Kliks ago, it was for but now... now it was getting serious. It was now like Chromia's spark thrived for his.

Chromia's shaking hands wrapped around Ironhide's neck as the mech merged their sparks. She moaned, A jolt of energy raced around her frame. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. A groan had also escaped from Ironhide's mouthplates. She dared to look down at their sparks. Their sparks were as one. They were as one. Excitement rushed through Chromia's processor.

As they approached their climax, she threw her helm back but to feel a warm hand cup it. Ironhide pressed his gorgeous lips against hers. Their glossia's danced in each others mouths. She winced at the energy racing around her protoform.

She yelped as the final jolt was transmitted through her circuits. Both of them were out of breath. Bonding took up a lot of energy, so Chromia wasn't surprised to find Ironhide fluttering his optic lids.

"Ironhide.." Chromia called using the last of her energy, "..I-I..love..youu..." With that, the femme fell into recharge with Ironhide's figure stuck in her processor.

Author's Note: So how'd you like it so far, eh? The next chapter will be about when they find out more about each other. I really need suggestions on what else shall happen so please review!

Thank you!

-staryy x