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An hour or so later after being dropped off home, Hot Rod had woken up and seen that he wasn't at the party anymore. He looked around and saw that he was at home in his own apartment. And he wasn't alone.

He saw who it was who had brought him here, who he thought would have.

He was still inebriated and was glad he was alone in his own apartment with a femme, part of him still in party mode and wanting to have some fun.

He did his best to walk as straight as he could over to Dark Angel's sleeping form on his couch and tried to wake her.

She woke up after a few prods and he commented to her, "Sleeping beauty finally awakens, though not by a kiss from her Prince Charming!" He said as he loomed over her.

She noted he was still somewhat inebriated. He always got sickeningly flirtatious and over charming when he was inebriated and a real handful. She was hoping he'd just sleep the rest of the night. She knew he had an assignment to go on tomorrow and him turning up with a bad hangover and lack of rest with a proper shutdown and rechanrge wouldn't impress Ultra Magnus much.

"What's up." She uttered yawning to get air circulating in her vents to wake up.

'She looked so peaceful just sleeping there.' He thought, 'Why'd I have to go and ruin it by waking her up.'

He remembered he had somewhere he needed to be in the morning, but right now all he could think of was that idea he had a while back. He was going to be leaving on assignment for about a year and wanted to leave his 'Angel with something special to remember him by.

"Hi." He said as he crept closer to her on the couch.

"Hi." She returned his greeting. She decided it would be better just to play along, especially when he was like this. She knew it but Hot Rod hadn't noticed that when he'd had too much energon in his systems he was stronger than normal, not that it would have bothered her. Her own strength was more than enough of a match for anything physical he could try on her. "So what do I owe the pleasure of having my dreams interrupted?" She mused

"You have the pleasure of a handsome daredevil such as myself!"

They quite often carried on in each others presence like this when they were alone. Even though they were only officially friends, but recently things had changed slightly. Her true feelings for him had been exposed and she still hadn't had the proper time or chance to talk to him about it at length.

All Dark Angel could think about how tired she was, but she was enjoying the view her friend was presenting to her. She had always thought he was as good looking as the twins were but had never said it to him, at least not openly.

He did however know she felt about him, she'd revealed to him as much not too long ago, bearing her feelings. But he had yet to tell her how he really felt.

That night she had told him her feelings he had decided to do something for her, but he'd been putting it off for one thing or another and he decided that while he had her here in his apartments he'd do for her that he'd never again do for any other femme.

It had been hard for him to admit to himself that he'd fallen in love with her as much as she'd fallen in love with him.

And it was a long and hard decision to make but he did want to share his spark with her, even though she would probably baulk at the idea, especially since he was rather drunk right now, and that she had a lot of personal integrity where inerfacing was concerned.

She smirked to herself and adjusted herself on the couch to get a more comfortable spot to relax. She was surprised when he picked her up and took her to his personal quarters, putting her gently down on his bed and then lay down next to her to talk. That must have been some strong high grade for him to pick her up so effortlessly as he usually couldn't get even a foot of hers of the ground.

"So how are we going to go from here, with everything that's happened lately, nothing's the same as it was." He said.

She was surprised by how intelligent he had suddenly become in his inebriated state. There wasn't too many occasions where she had seen him drunk and conscious she had to admit. She had to be careful now, despite the fact he was well aware of her feelings for him, and she knew that deterring him from whatever he had in mind right now would only make him come on stronger.

He was like that. Pushing till he got what he wanted and then moved on after he'd been satisfied. She wondered how she was going to fend him off. Not only because she was tired but because she wanted him, and didn't know if she could abstain from that want.

She had to hide her feelings even now and control herself. But he was in one of his moods tonight and still had too much energon in his system from the party earlier in the night. She hoped that just playing along wouldn't get her in any trouble.

Dark Angel had never been one to take what she wanted. It was all part of her noble nature, she just took whatever scraps she could find or needed and fashioned her life out of that, never really caring what happened to her or her health along the way. She was a survivor and scrapper, first and foremost.

That was one thing Hot Rod also admired about her. That and she always gave her all, and always stood up to his cockiness and bravado, and he loved it. He would find it hard himself not to take advantage of a femme that he respected, one that would have him freely however, it still did confuse him to a degree about what to do. He knew that if he took what he wanted from her and then did what he usually did with femme's, there might be trouble, and he loved trouble. If he did do something, it was going to hurt like the Pits ripping himself away from her tomorrow when he left for his new assignment on Cybertron.

She'd loved him for what had seemed forever, but she wasn't about to submit to just anyone, not only because of his reputation but also because she wasn't sure how he felt about her, he had yet to get up the bearings to tell her.

She wasn't intentionally trying to ruin her own integrity by considering letting herself go with Hot Rod, it was just that she was tired of having to hold back her feelings on one aspect, but was afraid to commit to someone who wasn't reliable for the stable future she wanted for herself.

She found herself leaning into Hot Rod's gentle caresses on her body and looked up to face him and try to answer his question. "I don't know how we are going to go from here. I don't even know if we need to go anywhere. You're leaving tomorrow and I won't see you for at least a year, so what's the point really. You'll probably just run off with some femme while you're there and forget about me." Now she was letting her fears get to her.

Hot Rod just smiled lightly and caressed her faceplate then leaned in for a passionate embrace. It made her forget for a moment everything she was just thinking.

She got so lost in the feeling that she also forgot herself. She couldn't help but drop her guard and let him get on with it. 'It's what he wants, and what I want too, but am I going to regret it in the morning?' she thinks to herself.

She rolls him onto his back. He becomes somewhat curious as to what she's doing until she has straddled him. "You know I never thought I'd ever get into a position like this with you!" He jokes. "That and you're damn heavy!" He wheezes slightly from his coolant vents in response to the extra weight on top of him from this heavier femme.

He had to admit, being this close to someone he was very friendly and comfortable with, made him rather amorous and excited.

She hesitates again, wrestling with her integrity and gets off of him, knowing that if they continue, if she lets it continue, she may sacrifice something she'll regret giving away. He playfully grabs her and moves her around till she's under him.

She didn't bother resisting. Part of her couldn't tear away and wanted so much for this to happen, even if it was just for one night, she just didn't care, she was prepared to let go and be with him. She didn't care about the consequences; she just wanted the one she'd fallen in love with to be with her right now.

He was the one in control and neither one seems fazed by the position they were in, and neither one seemed to want to move now.

For a moment they both look into each others optics. She noticed they were that bright friendly blue that she loved to look at. Right now he just stared into her optics. "Such beautiful green..." He says as he strokes her face plate. Green was a rare colour for optics amongst Cybertronians and Dark Angel was one of those rare few who had them.

Hot Rod can't help but think of how comfortable he was around Dark Angel, someone who understands his wayward wonderings and always welcomes him back with open arms, no matter what he does. But somewhere inside his processors he thinks that being here right now where he is on top of Dark Angel, so close in this very compromising position, feels just so right, and he momentarily forgets about everything else, letting lust creep into his mind being unknowingly guided by his own passion to do what will happen tonight.

She didn't move or even flinch like he thought she would. She just laid there and stared at him. She was as fond of him as he was of her.
"Should I show you now how I really feel about you my angel?"

The tender comment and the kisses that followed only served to strengthen her own reasons to stay and let this happen, despite her logic circuits fighting to get her away from him.

He looked back at her. He was in the mood to indulge himself. He hadn't done so for quite a while though, not since Dark Angel had told him about her feelings for him. He supposed if Dark Angel was willing to play along, they'd both get what they wanted tonight.

"So um...you wanna have some fun?" He asks in his playful vocals. She had lost the war with her logic circuits and let her emotions take control. She wondered why she even bothered listening to it. 'I have nothing if not my honour and my pride.' Said one thought in her mind. 'Go on, do it, you know you want it. You've wanted this for like forever.'

Part of her was wanting him so bad she could just taste the passion he could bring to her, to get completely lost in the moment. To lose herself in his close company. Like she had wanted to since they first met.

That was when Hot Rod grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, and kissed her. A long sensuous and passionate kiss. She did not baulk or resist and this surprised Hot Rod a little. "You don't seem to be trying too hard to stop me you know?" He looked over her face and smiled, moving closer to her softened lips, "It's almost as if you wanted me to show you the night of your life!" He comments playfully. Then kisses her again, this time deeper and with more passion than she's ever felt from anyone before.

"I'm only worried about what's going to happen tomorrow?" She pouts.

"I only see you here right now and that's all we need to worry about!" He smiles amorously and devilishly.

By the sounds of it, he'd made the choice to not only flirt deliberately with her but also had planned this encounter. She didn't care now, all she wanted was him and so she just stopped resisting altogether finally, and enjoyed the moment.

Her instincts were also getting a word in. She'd always trusted her instincts, and no matter how much she'd waived off getting involved with him for whatever adventure he was always running off on, being irresponsible and young, she was being told by her instincts to let go and indulge herself, and so she did, rather vehemently.

Together they let themselves both go and indulge completely in the moment and went into deep places in their bodies and minds that neither had been to before. The depth of their passionate tryst creating a level of intensity within both their spark cores and making them both float between reality and somewhere else, not of this world when the conjoining of their sparks came and subsided.

Afterwards, Hot Rod lay back on the recharge bed next to Dark Angel and let his optics switch off for a moment, he saw the dark femme next to him and his desires fulfilled. His instincts for Dark Angel had guided him to this moment with her tonight. 'What now?' he thought to himself.

He lay on his back next to Dark Angel for about half an hour before he rolled back over to talk to her, while she waited there patiently for him to respond, "I don't know what it is that makes me feel so drawn to you tonight, I..." He pauses, not having anything else to say, but then tries to think of something, "Well, I'm...I ah...I just feel closer to you than ever tonight I guess." He says as he reaches over to her fondly and starts getting amorous again.

'Angel cannot seriously think of a reason why not to continue this night of self indulgence. She had been holding her personal feelings for Hot Rod back for some time now and she couldn't hold it in anymore finally getting the release she had so long desired. And now that she was getting a chance to show her feelings, she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

Hot Rod had returned to his spot on top of Dark Angel and she looked him square in the optics. While smiling broadly at her, "And I guess there's no point holding back any more is there, since this is something we both wanted tonight, for whatever our reasons."

She smiled back at him. "Guess not!" She replies playfully opening up Hot Rod's chest casing and having her way with the sensitive cables therein.

"Careful there," He mused, "That tickles!" She laughs.

Now that she had heard him make a conscious admission of his own feelings for her in whatever way he had gotten his words across, the guilt of giving herself away to him had lessened and so they continued their passionate encounter for the rest of the night till the early hours of the morning.

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