Author Note: For once, the latest chapter was the last to be written. Sadly this concludes Grease Monkeys though not the overall plot I somehow pieced together amidst the scandalous build up. If all goes well I should be continuing this continuity after classes simmer down a bit (A.K.A. not any time too soon).

Disclaimer: Just borrowing

Suggested Listening: The Pussycat Dolls ft. A. R. Rahman - Jai Ho (You Are My Destiny)

Grease Monkeys

Chapter 7 – Pillow Talk

I guess a guy falling asleep afterward really is a universal trait. Fingers lightly drummed on cool metal as Mickaela's gaze traveled appreciatively over Ratchet's rigid frame. The mech's coolant system had apparently gone a bit overboard to compensate for how hot she made him. Not that she minded. After all, he did have her pretty riled up too so the feel of his slightly chilled metal body was a great relief.

Her instructor had been in stasis for the last ten minutes. She would have been panicking at having off-lined the only cybertronian medical officer around if it weren't for the faint whirl of his internal systems that let her know at least something in there still worked. A lustful smile spread across her face at the thought of what lay beneath that bright yellow chassis. Then, after some consideration, it promptly morphed into a mischievous smirk. If he's that sensitive to pleasure in there, what might an attempt at tickling do to that usually stoic demeanor? She couldn't help but giggle at the thought of this grumpy old ape thrashing about cause of a feather light touch to just the right part. After further deliberation Mikaela eventually concluded, nah, not worth risking my life over.

Clad in nothing but her black bra she looked to what was left of her panties. The once sexy lingerie lay several feet down and could never be worn again. Ratchet sure did a number on those. Note to self: never wear Victoria's Secret around him again. Most guys would have taken it off the normal way or at the very least just pulled it aside and slipped in; the medic sliced right through the satin thong. But then, the autobot was far from a normal guy. By quite a few light-years, even. She then regarded the rest of her clothes marking the path she took to the horizontal mech and concluded, guess I'll be going commando today. How fitting on a military base.

As she shifted to better see Ratchet's face her thoughts flowed to a more pressing concern. So... are we, like, dating now? Or am I just some sort of cyber-slut? She was all about trying new experiences. But this went well beyond that. Could she even go steady with her boss, a guy who also happened to be a transforming alien? Or was this just some fling? Maybe Ratchet was her overstressed mind's bad idea of a rebound. As she continued down this thought stream Mikaela couldn't help but feel more insecure than ever. I guess sex, no matter how out-of-this-world, still can't magically fix everything.

Suddenly an epiphany crashed into her. She was a mechanic, after all. And Ratchet's the medical officer for mechanical stuff. So, theoretically, working this out should be no problem for their combined ingenuity. After all, if Sam and Bee could make something like this work why not her and Ratchet?

Her mind was brought back by the sound of a mechanical groan, followed by cybertronian mutterings. A large arm then rose up beside her to begin fumbling along his helm while the grumbling intensified. Taking hold of the nearest panel for support, she pulled herself further up his chassis and noticed the flickering of his optics.

"Hold on a sec," she called out before reaching her hands to where his visual processor lay beneath the armor plating. Thankful for small fingers, she felt along the smooth chrome to discover a few loose components. Twisting them back into place, Mikaela delighted at the sight of his optics coming fully online. When the bright blue light brought her back to thoughts of his spark she felt the rumbling of his overworked engine somewhere beneath her. "Settle down there, hot bot. Wouldn't want you to overheat and pass out on me again."

She heard something beneath the armor grind and growl before he replied. "My temperature regulating system is more than adequately maintaining my thermo levels."

Smirking, she placed a pointed finger on the tip of his olfactory ridge accusingly. "Uh huh, so is that why you've been out of commission since that crazy orgasm?"

He seemed to hesitate briefly before responding, "My chronometer indicates that there has not been a significant passage of time since I went into stasis."

"Either way, I totally shut down the big scary robot," she gloated.

A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips at the feel of his enormous metal hand resting against her back. "Ah, so am I to insinuate that this has become some semblance of a competition?" As he spoke, one of his digits began to stroke between her shoulders affectionately.

Where was I going with this again? She pondered while her body relaxed against his. She always loved the feel of machinery. Especially now that she knew it could make her feel this good. Oh, right. "Something like that. And I'm winning." She delighted at the sight of his optics brightening with her words.

"Doubtful. By my more accurate count it would appear that I have brought you to the human body's peek of sexual fulfillment twice. You have only achieved the equivalent of such an experience once on my frame."

"That's only cause you cheated," she accused while lifting up onto her elbows to better glare down at him. The effect was ruined by her lopsided grin.

"One cannot be accused of acting deceitfully if the rules were not made comprehensible from the beginning." He pressed down on her gently while leaning forward, bringing her face to the same level as his.

Mikaela tried to prop herself up again but was met with unrelenting resistance. Giving up for now she said, "It's called 'waiting your turn.' Look it up, cheater." Her playful attitude remained as she continued, "Guess you'll just have to prove your supposed 'fair and just' autobot nature to me."

His chassis vibrated beneath her as the sound of his sputtering chuckle filled the med-bay. "I do hope you are aware that these games are unnecessary. If there is something you require of me, I insist you ask more directly. Otherwise how am I to comply adequately?"

She immediately turned her head to hide the blush behind a shield of dark hair. Mikaela wasn't expecting him to be so direct. She tried having the relationship talk before but whenever the concept of commitment came up things really started falling apart. It was much safer to tip-toe around the idea to help get a feel for what they wanted before she even considered sticking around any longer.

Suddenly the hand resting atop her moved to cradle the women while Ratchet's body adjusted from lying down to a sitting position. Now being held in both cupped hands she could practically feel him regarding her intently. Looking up to her instructor she saw his armored ape face was set in a serious expression. "Hmmm?" He insisted.

"I uh…" Trailing off she considered what exactly it was she wanted. "I don't know," Mikaela finally replied weakly.

"That is a shame. While I would like to continue this conversation, you still have to resume your previous lesson. We are already behind schedule." He then lowered her to the floor and the twitch of his digits gave away a reluctance do so. "You have two options and will not be granted reprieve until the conditions of at least one is met. Either complete your assignment or have an answer for me."

Stepping down to the ground she was thankful for the offered alternative. It was hard enough to come up with an explanation while looking someone in the eye, and even harder when it was two glowing optics. At least this way he'd go back to alt mode and give her a chance to actually think things through. The mechanic couldn't help but sigh in relief before turning to look back at her discarded clothes.

As she moved to retrieve her pants a large stabilizing servo came crashing down on the garment. Startled, Mikaela jumped back and looked up to find Ratchet staring down at her with his face plating curved upwards in cheeky, monkey grin. "Have I neglected to mention that your external coverings will not be returned until you are finished?" He then bent to collect her clothing, depositing them somewhere in his sub-space compartment.

She stared at him, mouth agape. "But… but what if someone comes in?" She finally demanded.

His gruff voice was laced with mirth as he replied, "then I suggest you act quickly, be it thinking or performing. The choice is entirely yours, dear girl."

As outraged as she was by his words, Mikaela couldn't help the rush of heat between her legs. Desperately trying to ignore how hot and bothered he was getting her she crossed her arms over the only item of clothing she had left. This perve is so getting tickled. I don't care if I have to recruit the twins to do it, she thought as the mech transformed into a search and rescue hummer.

"You're going to regret this," she warned before moving to retrieve her roller board from beneath a work bench.

"Perhaps. In the meantime you are going to comply with the parameters I have established."

No wonder sleeping with your boss is considered a bad idea. As she prepared to slide under Ratchet and pick up where they left off another lesson well learned came to mind. Pillow talk with a colossal metal being is by far a lot more dangerous than fighting one.

Author's Explanation: The music was one of the biggest parts of this for me. Finding a song that said just what I wanted it to, while setting the right sort of mood was done almost as meticulously as the dialogue. It's also one of the driving forces that kept me typing away.

It feels good to actually finish a story for once. Usually I get an idea and jot some notes down or maybe write a chapter or two. But I was having way too much fun with this in general to not complete it. I've loved Transformers since I began watching Beast Wars before school each morning. From there I delved into the rest of the franchise to better understand some of the hokey back-story that came up in the two later seasons.

I adored both Transformers movies while I recognizing how much was wrong with them (especially 2). This idea actually came about to make the poorly constructed universe a bit more consistent. Somewhere in the process it also became an erotica, go figure. I blame that on the fanfiction writers who have a great romance going between a human and mech, but then resort to altering one into the other before anything really sexy happens. If I wanted human on human action, I'd go have sex with my boyfriend instead of reading stories rated M about giant alien robots. But then, that's just me. So instead of whining about it I tried writing my own. This way I not only get what I want, turns out I can share it with others who might have been after something similar too.

So thanks for sticking around!