AN- This started out as a conversation between DuskWolfAtDawn and myself about what I planned to do with Sideswipe. This is what came out:
He stands in the corner of the rec room, watching his quarry with appreciation. That femme has it all; a frame full of graceful curves, a good sense of humor if you could just draw her out of her shell and quite the repertoire of fighting skills as well. All things he values in comrades, not just prospective mates. Arcee seems to notice his attention and cocks an eye ridge at the brown Lamborghini Aventador as he saunters over to her.
"Do you need something?" she asks, tilting her hips in a way that makes the front-liner heat up slightly at just the sight of her low-slung armor. Yup, quite the package.
"Actually doll-face, I do. I was wondering if you had anything going on this evening and maybe a little later in the night. I'd like to meet in my berth room preferably, but we could do it in yours. I have a secret stash of high grade that I am more than willing to share." He raises his eye ridges suggestively and leans in close to the blue motorcycle. Her wing struts flutter a bit, easily showing just how flustered she is at the thought. He grins, thinking of just how sensitive those wing struts are and that are most likely her hot spot. Leaning forward even farther, he whispers seductively in her audio, "I have a feeling you would be absolutely marvelous in a berth with your stamina and flexibility, but I could be wrong." He pauses for effect and then continues in a low purr, "There is, however, a way to find out."
Unbeknownst to the Lamborghini, Starscream has seen the whole thing from his position by the doorway; including the thinly veiled innuendos whispered into his femme's audios. His Seeker protocols instantly activate, sending the SIC into a thunderous over-protective rage almost completely alien to his usually quiet, reserved nature. His voice suddenly rings from behind the duo with deadly intent, "excuse me Sideswipe, but precisely what are you doing with my femme?"
He jerks around to face the beyond irate Seeker, blue optics wide at the sight of the over-protective mech. Gasping like a fish, he does not seem to be able to find a suitable answer for him. Starscream stalks forwards, wings perked and quivering in anger, while he stumbles backwards until the white Seeker is standing between Arcee and the perceived threat of the front-liner.
Starscream's optics have very thin rims of red around them, showing just how royally pissed he is. "I will give you ten seconds to get to the ground bridge controls before I beat the slag out of you," he snarls. "One, two, three…"
He wastes no time in transforming down into his Lamborghini form and squealing out of the room, through the door and into the bridge. Once finished with his countdown, Starscream transforms as well, screaming from the room and after the unfortunate front liner
Half an hour later, Starscream rejoins Arcee, still with a murderous look covering his faceplates. She grins at him and hands over a cube of energon.
"So, did you catch him?" she asks, full of morbid curiosity.
"No. The glitch made it to the controls and bridged to Las Vegas. I chased him thorough the town until he managed to enter a car show. He somehow snuck inside and into a display. As a jet, I could not follow him." He looks distinctly unhappy at the loss of his prey, but Arcee can see the tiny smug smirk that he is not even trying to hide. His mind is safe in the knowledge that no one will be foolish enough to even try to take his femme again.
AN- So, yup. Hope you laughed and please review!