She'd seen him? She'd been thinking about him? She'd been dancing for him! His spark—no—heart beat faster as she walked into another chamber, presumably the bathing facility.

The realization that he'd not been the only one between them that had been caught up in fantasy was…flight. He felt like his first flight. A little motion-sick, but incredibly excited…

She walked back into the room just as he deleted his shirt. He heard the rush of water behind her. She stopped and cocked her head to the side. "No. Put it back on."

The gleam in her eyes kept him from questioning why. She stepped closer to him and started unbuttoning it, then stopped after two and backed away with a one-sided smile. "You do the rest."

But… "I liked you doing it."

Her smile opened to include both delicious corners of her mouth. "I'd like even more to see you do it."

He made a grab for her and she skittered away with a laugh. "I'll do it, only if you let me do the same to you."

"You wouldn't rather watch?" She slipped one strap of her slinky top off a shoulder.

His mouth went dry from the heavy intakes of breath. "No. I'd rather do it myself."

"Why?"

"Because I want to feel every millimeter of your skin as it's revealed to me." She shuddered at his growled response.

She let out a soft 'oh' of breath and he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Watching her face as he dropped the shirt out of existence was almost a prize within itself. Her eyes swept over his chest like hungry animals searching for food. He stepped towards her. She stepped back. Two steps. Three. He pinned her against the doorway to the bathing room, her back to the jamb and his arms braced around her. Her eyes kept flickering to his arms. He leaned in for another kiss just as her small hands raised up to assess his interior biceps.

He was surprisingly sensitive on the inside of his arms. He stopped kissing Maggie and leaned his head in to rest beside hers, nuzzling her ear. It was a soft and hard little thing but got good reactions when played.

Her hands slid up his arms to where they joined with his chest, then followed his collarbone and down to palm his pectorals. Every muscle and sinew jumped in response to her light caressing. He gripped the jamb and felt it dent beneath his fingers as she skritched her nails over his skin. She flattened her hands and drifted firm palms down over his tight nipples.

"Grrraaaah…"

She chuckled and slipped her hands to safer territory along his abdomen. He could barely hear her over…what? The roaring in his ears or the rushing water beside them?

He opened his optics…er…eyes and turned his head to look at the small room they were on the verge of entering. It was filled with a surprisingly large bathing well.

She did that scratching again. Oh, Primus that…tickled? He flinched away from the sensation. It felt weird.

Yes, weird was the only word for it. She reached for the same spot. "Stop that."

She laughed. "Not on your life! I just discovered Optimus Prime's tickle-spot and I'm going to exploit it!" With an adorably evil little cackle, she dove in with both hands and he tried desperately to shield his obliques from her.

"No! Stop! Please, for the love of Primus, d-don't! Ack!" If she didn't stop soon, he'd…he'd what?

Would she be ticklish? He stopped defending himself and started in with an offense of curled fingers to her abdomen in much the same place. She smiled triumphantly.

"I'm not ticklish there."

"Oh, but you are ticklish somewhere else?"

She realized her semantic mistake with large eyes. He grinned and happily searched other areas for tickle-spots. There? No. There? Ah!

He lightly dug his thumbs into her hip joints again. She gave him a warning look and he just grinned deeper. "Found it!"

She shrieked in protest and tried to back away from his hands, but one tickled while one wrapped itself around her. He paused for a moment to make sure he wasn't hurting her, but her laughter spurred him to continue. She wiggled and squirmed like he'd seen in the videos of sea creatures he'd downloaded, and somehow writhed away towards the tub.

And a hand-shower.

He looked around him to assess the probability of her engaging the weapon in that direction. Tiled floors, gypsum board walls, a porcelain pedestal sink…not much to harm besides him.

Wasn't that the point of bathing anyway? He smiled. Her tactics weren't really meant to threaten and he loved this playfulness between them. This gyroscope of sensation versus emotion versus laughter versus lust was driving him crazy and he was enjoying every moment of it.

Humans had it pretty good.

Probability of her using the hand-shower was high, so he shrugged and advanced, hoping to close the distance before she actually squirted him with water.

She'd gotten the hand-shower free of its cradle and sprayed him full in the face right as he'd gotten less than a foot away. She laughed, "Oops!"

He stopped and wiped the water away from his eyes, nose, mouth…the little droplets felt strange against his skin. It tickled a bit, too.

What would the bath feel like? He looked at the well of water next to him. What would she feel like in the water?

He grinned as an evil though danced through his mind. "You want to get wet, then?"

Her laughter stopped and she looked from him to the bath and back again. She put the hand-shower back into its cradle and backed away a step. "No. You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" She didn't know him very well. He was very into fair play. She got him wet, it was his turn to get her…wet…

Ah, he loved the euphemisms of Earth's languages.

He stalked her the few feet separating them and grabbed her around the waist and legs, hefting her up to his chest.

"OOohhh. Um…okay." She lightly laced her arms around his neck. He stepped closer to the tub and he saw her look down at the water, expecting him to just step in.

Funny how expectations have a way of not working out. He grinned when she wasn't looking, bent over the water so she wouldn't fall too far, and dropped her with a satisfying splash.

"Eeek!" She floundered around in the water a bit and when she settled a bedeviled stare at him, he noticed another advantage of having her wet.

Her slinky little top was practically transparent. He stopped chuckling and braced his hands against the edge of the tub.

She reached forward…

Yes, oh, yes, feeling her skin slipping against his would be wonderful.

…and yanked him off balance and into the tub with her.

Point to Maggie for use of distraction! He surfaced, deleted his soggy trousers and pinned her against the side of the tub.

"My turn."