YAY! More Optimus fluff moments with Jean! XD Enjoy!
Optimus: What?
Me: O_O Uh oh!
Optimus: What is this? *Begins to read chappie*
Me: WAIT! OPTIMUS! DON'T! ((O_O)) *Waves arms around in a panic*
Optimus: *Finshs reading and glares at me* LOVE DOC! DDDDDDX
Me: Uh oh! O_O Sorry! Gotta run! *Bolts for the door*
Optimus: GET BACK HERE!
Disclaimer: I-DON'T-OWN-TFA! *Yelps as Optimus nears with his...AXE? ! O_O*Yeesh, he really doesn't like this chappie! O-o
Soulmates; Chapter 10: Optimus' Drug
Optimus watched Jean in silent admiration, again. Optimus just couldn't help; it was almost addicting to stare. It was just...the way she laughed; they she flipped her bangs out of her eyes, the way she did...well...everything. Jean was sprawled out on the couch, the novel she was reading in her hands. She was kicking her feet lazily in the air, focused on her book. The Prime sighed as he glanced back at the TV.
Jean hummed a song she heard on the radio once; 'Your Love is My Drug' by Ke$ha...she thinks. Jean shrugs and turns the page, still humming to herself, causing Optimus to turn his helm to she what the humming was about and smiled. He sighed as Jean flipped the page again with her index finger, bringing her legs to the concrete couch. He pursed his lips together as she placed her book-mark to the page she was on and paced it on the table in front of her. She sat up and smiled her sparkly smile at him, saying, "Hi, Optimus." Prime smiled back at her, repelling, "Hi, Jean." Jean giggled as her smile sparkled in the November sunlight as she jumped down from her spot on the couch, walking over to him. Prime couldn't help but blush as Jean approached him, her eyes shining.
Jean leaned on his leg, resting her chin on his knee. She put her hands on her cheeks, her elbows resting on his knee, too. With another giggle-Optimus' blushing was to the max now-she said, "Are you okay, Optimus?" Prime looked away for a second, trying to calm himself down and looked back at her with a slight nod. "Yeah, I-I'm alright." Jean gave him a look, grinning, "Ooookkkaay," she stretched. She giggled some more as she, taking one hand from her cheek, traced the details on his silver leg. Now Optimus's face was officially looked like a roast beef. Jean knew that the young Prime had a crush on her; she liked to see how he would react to her flirting. She thought it was cute to see him so...vulnerable. "Your entire face plate looks like an apple!" Jean giggled. Frag. Optimus cursed in his mind. He groaned slightly as he rolled his optics at himself. "Tell me something I don't already know," he mumbled under his breath, trying his best to stop blushing.
Still smiling, Jean lifted herself off the ground; she climbed onto his leg, she took hold of his servo, thrusting herself off his leg, she climbed up his servo and she sat herself on his shoulder plate. Optimus, finally stopped blushing, watched her curiously with a confused expression. Jean rested her head on his cheek, grinning the whole time. "Its cute." Jean added, looking into his optics. Jean's heart soared like a bird as she did. Jean loved Optimus, too. Heat threatened to rise to his cheeks but it never came. His spark felt as if it was going to explode his spark chamber. It was almost amazing on how Optimus loved Jean; he loved the faint twinkle in her eyes when she rose in the morning, her smile over powered the beaming sun with no doubt, her hair could beat a fire in a red contest-if there was one-her skin was more radiant then the sun. When ever she skipped into the living room in the mornings, it always made Optmus' day. He forgot about Decepticons because he felt like she could just smile at them and they would all fall and die because of her beauty. Nobody saw what Optimus could see. Not by a long shot. Without thinking, he placed his servo on her hair. Jean blinked twice, then smiled again as she took his hand, twining their fingers together. Optimus bit his lip slightly as she slid closer to him.
Another giggle came from her mouth as she saw that he was a bit shocked at this. Jean shook her head and climbed down from his shoulder plate, using his arm as a slide. She hopped off his leg with one, graceful leap to the floor. Optimus watched Jean as she walked towards the make shift kitchen, a little skip in her step. Before she disappeared into the room, she turned around to face him and blew him a kiss. She turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen, smiling from ear-to-ear. Jean was pretty much in love with him, too; hopefully this would show it.
Optimus stared after her, dumbfounded. Did I just...? Did she just...? Optimus thought, trying to collect himself. He was kind of confused...then he realized something: What if she liked him, too? It was a question that never seemed to cross his mind before. Until now. Then a big grin came over his face plate, shaking his helm to the ground with a slight chuckle coming out of his mouth plate.
Optimus was breaking one of the rules in Cybertronian law: Never fall in love with an organic. Pit with rules. Optimus thought to himself as the image of Jean on the night she was losing her breath flash into his processor. Jean on the floor; clutching her chest with her eyes wide, her pupils shrink, her skin turning from red, to light pink, to pale in just a nano-click. Jean... dying. Optimus shivered at the thought of her dying; his world would be an empty void in space without hearing the beautiful harmony of her laugh break through the barrios in his processor. He just couldn't live without it in his life cycle. He smiled to himself, shaking his helm again. He vented a sigh as he continued to stare off into Lala land, obviously thinking about Jean. He didn't know why he was in love with Jean, he just...did. Sure Elita One was beautiful but...now the relationship he and Elita had seemed so silly because of both Blackarachina and Jean. Elita seemed to have moved on without him. And so should he. Optimus remembered when Jean told him about the horrible nightmares she's been having but in the medibay, when she had lost her breath, she felt like...something was there to protect her; like, what humans say, an Guardian Angel. And Optimus knew who that was: Him. Optimus realized that a goofy grin had crossed his lips and chuckled at himself.
Bumblebee glanced up from his video game and grinned. "Awwww! Boss bot! You have a crush on Jean!" Bumblebee said. Optimus glared at the youngling, a little ticked. "Be quiet, Bumblebee." Optimus muttered. Bee only grinned bigger at the comment with a chuckle, returning his attention back to the game. Optimus cursed silently, so no one could hear. He gave a bitter sigh as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He grabbed a can of oil from one of the cabinets Sari had given them and opened it. Jean stared up admiring at Prime while he took a sip of his drink. Jean smirked and said,
"You know, your more cute without the red on your face plate."
Optimus almost choked on his oil.
Jean laughed as he did. He turned around and faced her, optics wide. "What?' he asked, dumbfounded. Jean shook her head, chuckling. "Nothing, Optimus, nothing," she said and walked out, giggling. Jean was usually wasn't so...'flirty' but, ever since she told Sari about her slight crush on Prime, Sari had taught her how to flirt with him. Jean, being the confused woman she was, had obied this and seemed to be having fun teasing the Prime.
Optimus stared after her, a bit confused. "But she was...? Did she...? What's going on?" Optimus asked himself. He vented a sigh as he thought of a logical expiation of why Jean was acting this way:
Sari.
Optimus sighed while shaking his helm. He loved Jean, yes, but he'd rather not have the flirty moments with her. He chuckled to himself after he realized how strange that sounded in his mind. He thought back to the day he first saw Jean; curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly, in her own little dream world. So beautiful. Optimus thought. His goofy grin returned to his face plate as he thought it. He remembered back to the day he and Jean were outside in the crisp. fall day. He remembered the warmth of Jean's chest coming off her and onto him made him feel...well...whole. Like she was the reason he was still in on piece. Jean often would make him blush, yes, but, truthfully, it was just by her presence to make his face plate go red. Elita One could never do that just by walking into the room. Optimus remembered when Jean was in the medibay; her gaze was glazed with awe when she saw the moon and stars cover the blank dark sky of Earth as her eyes drifted to sleep. He had been scared-no, terrified-that Jean would either choke again or have another horrible nightmare. That's why he wanted to have someone watch her in the medibay. Mostly him though.
Optimus sighed again and walked out of the kitchen and into his own quarters. When Prime got in, he sat on his berth, his processor buzzing with Jean. He thought back to when Jean was in a coma, when she lost air, and what he and Ratchet found: Injures. On her legs and waist. What scared Optimus the most was that, the injury on her waist, was a bit mark. Optimus shivered at the thought of an animal biting into Jean's dealcit skin as if it were a snack. His finger digits rolled up into s fist in anger as he thought of some punk realising a blood-hound on poor Jean to leave for dead.
Little did he know, that both his explanations were wrong.
Optimus took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down a little. He shook his helm and lied down on his berth. The glowing sun started to lose its glow as it set over the horizon, turning into a dull red shade in the sky, exploding into his room. He sighed-for what felt like the hundredth time that day-as his optics slightly felt heavy. He smiled to himself as he rolled over on his side. Even though it was still to early for recharge, it wouldn't hurt to shut his optics for a little while...
The dull red in room faded as the sun lowered it self slowly out of the sky, making room for the moon to shine. Optimus blinked his optics shut as he felt the need for recharge. He thought of Jean again, only this time, it was everything about her. She was like a drug to him; with every dose he became more and more addicted to it. It almost felt like a crime. Jean was just so beautiful to him. He wished the world could see what he saw in her: beauty. Sure she was organic but since when did that matter? After all, opposites attrach. It all sounded so corny to him as he fell into deep recharge but it was how he felt about her. No one could change that.
Optimus was drunk.
With Jean.
*Pants as Optimus searches for me*
OK, I don't have much time till Optimus finds me so I'm just gonna say what I wanna say: 1) I won't be able to update since I'm going away to Girl Scout camp this weekend so don't be surprised if I don't update in a long while, its cuz I'm at camp. 2) Don't worry guys! Chapter 24 in Soulmates is comin'! XD and 3) I know this is kinda corny but its juts how sweet ol' Optimus feels 'bout Jean! Your free to awwww! :3
Optimus: Where are you? !
Me: *Whispers* Uh oh! *Ducks head down* He's getting closer! O-O
Optimus: Are you here? !
Readers: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, LOVE DOC! O-O
Me: *Yelps as Optimus finds me* SEE YA GUYS!
Optimus: GET BACK HERE! DX
While Optimus is hunting me down, review!
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