'not over you' – gavin degrawl

He waited patiently at the apartment door. Whistling and rocking back and forth on his pedes. He watched the passer-byes until he spotted a familiar femme waving to him only a few feet away. He could feel the nervous chill run through his circuits as she came closer and closer and gulped. If this was his last chance then everything had to be perfect.

She wore her shining star necklace proudly as she walked up the stairs, gasping as Jetstorm took his servos from behind his back a revealed a large bouquet of purple and blue flowers. "Jetstorm there….I mean….wow thank you." She cupped one in her servo and sniffed it deeply.

"Just little something to seal deal." He handed the bundle over to her. They could hear a pair of femmes, from across the street starring at them with watery optics, sighing. "Aawww!"

Phoenix giggled, "I think somebot else likes your gift too." she winked

"Yes, but am having only one femme who gets to keep them." He pressed his lips components against hers, holding her close. She gave into his hold closing her optics, pressing back, allowing his glossa to message hers. The two observing femme squealed "AAAAWWWWW!"

"So is this meaning we can have 'special' night later?" he cocked an optic ridge with a cheeky smile.

"Hmmm…sure, I can give you another chance."

"Thankz you sweet spar-"he stopped as she pointed a digit into his faceplate.

"Only," giving a stern glare, "if you absolutely, positively PROMISE me that nothing will come up tonight, because I am serious Jetstorm; if anything becomes between and our night it's done."

Jetstorm could tell from her glare that she was not fragging around. He could not blame her. So to keep his promise; he had it officially (and metaphorically) stamped into his processor that NOTHING was going to ruin his reunion between him and his fire bird. "Crossing spark." He held up a servo, crossing his chest plate with the other.

"Good." Her expression softened. "Besides… I miss that nice aft of yours." She winked, reached around him, smacking the jets backend. His usual blue face turned a bright red, with a goofy smile.

The two femmes watching giggled.

For once it was silence through the lighted streets; they walked together as Phoenix held tightly to her loving jet's arm. The night was 'so far so good'; the dinner was wonderful, the dancing was sensational and now this beautiful moonlight walk made it all come together. She looked up into his blue visor; just as he turned to her bright optics, and that heavenly smile that he missed so much. That perfect, radiant smile.

Having no more control of his urge, he stopped walking. She wondered what he was doing until she silently gasped as he traced his digits over her edge of her faceplate with his free arm, gently yet quickly bringing it up to his and pressed his lip components deeply into hers. Again she gave into him, embracing what she waited so long for as his other arm brought her closer to him.

"I miss this..." she gasped.

" Me too…" he slipped his glossa further in, now hugging both his arms tightly around her waist. She brought herself closer; pressing all of herself up against him.

A ringing in his comlink interrupted his train of thought. He kept a close hold of Phoenix with one arm, using the other to press against the sensor. "Who diz?"

She stared at the ground impatiently, shaking her helm, and the night was going so well. If it was who she thought it was she knew what she had to do. She kept telling herself that this would be it; this would be the last and final chance…no matter how hard it was to accept. For ether of them. The sound of a click indicated that the conversation was over. He was slightly smiling, which she found odd. He released his servo from her back and took her own, kissing it.

"Not worry tiz only brother. He asking me if I pick up papers he forgetting from work office."

"Oh, so….what? Are you going to get them?"

He slipped a pair of digits under chin and lifted her gaze to him. "I am but quick fast I will be." He kissed her forehead, "You go get ready for night romance at home, and I will back before knowing."

Feeling relief she nodded her helm "You promise?"

"Yes." With a last final kiss he turned on his pedes, transformed and flew down the dim lit street. She waved until he vanished from view, and then made her own way down another street.

The stars above appeared to be brighter than before in her optics. She held her pendant in a servo as she kept gaze at the sky. "He means it this time," she whispered "I know it."

Storm speed walked down the hallways until he found the door he was looking for, the two half's opened reveiling two sets of everything from desk to file cabinets. The jet rushed around looking through file cabinets, and shuffled through piles of data pads on his brother's side of the office.

" Primus brother why you unorganized so?" he looked around once more before finding a pile of data pads on the desk and slapping himself for realizing them sooner. Snatching up the pads he ran through the door only to smash into something large and solid on the other side; causing him to fall back onto his backstruts. "Oooh" he rubbed his forehead and looked up to what looked from his point of view a giant Sentinel staring down at him with a irritated glare. "Oh mister Sentinel Prime sir! Apologizing but I was in quick rush to- "

"To break in and make a mess I see." Jetstorm was confused until he looked around the area which he landed; the data pads he had in his arms had scattered all around them. He also spotted the giant pink stain down Sentinel's front; seeing how the crash made him spill his drink from the now empty cup in his servo.

"Er, well not really sir. You see brother-"

" Don't go blaming your twin for this! As far as I know your both as troublesome as the other. Well anyway it just so happens I was about to call you."

" You- you were sir?"

"Ya, I have a big meeting in a few minutes. Possably one of the biggest ones of the cycle and the bot who was supposed to show up called in! Slacker. Now I need you to do it for him since you have already all the information."

"But you gave off time for me today!"

" Well now you're here, so suck it up and be ready."

"No Please sir I am being sorry! But I cannot stay, Phoenix and I –"

"I'm very aware of what you two are. I'm sure whatever it is it can wait till later, when you're done! Now I need to get more uh, coffee." The large chin mech marched out from the office. Jetstorms spark raced, this couldn't be happening! It should'nt be happening! He quickly rose from the floor and out the door.

"No, wait, sir! You are not understanding!" but the mech had already disappeared. His spark sank realizing what had just happened. He sank into his chair, flopping the pile of pads onto the desk. Why didn't he just say no? He hung his head, staring at the floor, "Phinny… forgive me."

"Lalalllalaa la laaaaa" she lightly sung as the scented candles were lit by the berth side table. She continued to hum as she shut the blinds of the bedroom window and undressed out of her armour. Rummaging through her closet; she found her sexiest lingerie. Purple, bikini string panties and a see-through lace material that covered her bare mid-drift circuitry, attached to a not-so-supportive, strapless bra, with a fluffy rim.

After cleaning the bedroom she moved to the kitchen taking out two of her fanciest wine glasses, placed them on the counter and opened up the fridge to take out the high-grade energon. "And this time," she smiled at the pink bottle, "I won't be drinking you alone."

Doing a playful dance while humming, and carrying the bottle and glasses into the living room, she plopped herself on the couch and poured the glowing liquid into the glasses almost all the way to the rim. "And last but not least; the sexy pose!" Holding one glass in her servo, she twisted her whole body onto the couch with one leg crossed over the other and her other servo on top of her exposed hip. "Perfect." Now all she had to do was wait.

She took a few sips of the drink until her comlink began to ring. "ello?" she chirped.

Jetstorm gulped "Uhh…h-hi hunny."

"Hey smexy when are you going to get here?" her voice echoed into his audio sensor. He took a large gulp.

"W-Well, I-I've hit snag a bit." He rubbed the back of his helm as she asked what it was. "Well…."

Outside the office door; the last of the late working bots were busy at their tasks. A femme was receiving files from another worker mech until a sudden screech caused them to look in shock to where the crying was coming from. The only source of the yelling was from inside the jet twins office door. The workers looked at each other in confusion, shrugged and continued on.

"Phinny please! I'm sorry but it's just boss bot is-….. please be understanding I-…..I know I've be making sparkpromise but I-" From under his visor his optic twitched from the pain of the volume from the crying screams through his comlink. "Phinny…."

"DON'T PHINNY ME! I TOLD YOU THIS WAS YOUR LAST CHANCE AND YOU"VE BLOWN IT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" and the connection was gone.

Jetfire walked down the hallway until he came to a familiar door. "192, tiz it" his fist was inches from the door but stopped as the sound of smashing glass was heard. "Phoenix? Are you ok?" Another sound of something shattering made his spark race. "Phoenix?" He whipped open the door to the darkened apartment. It was silent except for the small sound of crying. He went deeper into the apartment; he saw the pink liquid stain on the wall; like somebot had just thrown energon against it. Then noticed the broken glass at the floor below. "Phoenix?" he came around the corner into the living room and saw a darkened figure on the couch, with legs held to her chest, whimpering. A half empty bottle of high-grade was spilled onto the floor and another broken glass on the opposite side of the couch from him.

He walked slowly as if not to startle her, his face plate heated up once he realized what she was wearing...or what she was wasn't wearing. "Are you ok?" he spoke softly.

She looked up at him with tear filled optics, slightly surprised. "Oh Jetfire, *sniff* w-what are you doing here?" she wiped an optic.

"Brother telling me what happen, I came to see if you alright."

Her face turned sour, "Look, if you're here to convince me to get back with him it's not going to-"

"I am not doing such thing. I just come to see if you alright." He placed a servo on her bare back. "But..you know you should not blame. My fault it was that he went to work. If you need be mad at anybot it be me."

She keep silent, "I should but I'm not. You would say no to Sentinel if you knew you were on a date right?"

Jetfire took the question in shock and rubbed the back of his helm, "Well, I am supposing I would….I guess." She became silent, spaced out almost with tears running down her faceplate. Not knowing what else to do he hugged her tightly in his arms. "Be cherrie, is not end of cybertron you know. You are strong femme you'll get through."

She glanced up to him and gave a small smile, "thank you." She sniffed. He returned the smile gave one last embrace (ignoring her lack of cover) and stood up to leave. "Jetfire….."

"Yes?"

She looked at him with sorrow filled optics, "Can you stay a little longer please?" Having not the spark to say no; he smiled and nodded.

"Sure, I help clean up the glass." And with that he dropped to all four and carefully picked up the pieces.

"Here," she kneeled beside him and began to do the same. When it came to the last large piece both servos came into contact. The two stared at each other, uncertain, then; ever so slowly their lip components pressed lightly together for a no more than a nanosec. Both's faceplate became warm.

"Well that was um…."

"Uh…ya" The two avoided optic contact but then turned back to each other deeply.

Within a nanokilck the glass that was once picked up was suddenly dropped and the femme was thrown back onto the floor as the mech climbed on top, lip components pressed and glossa exchanged. And the pleasure continued into the night.

To be continued…