10 Prime Blood/ Magnitude: Leah
Internal thoughts /comlink/
a/n Yes Leah and Magnus will confess...
Both Leah and Ultra Magnus as humans:
Watching him talk up to his team, it warms her. It really isn't that much different from her world. Sure they have worked with these teams for a long time, but some how it all becomes a lot more personal when you are the primary person they all look to for guidance and support. Ultimately it all comes down to your orders if they will come back in one piece or not.
The team breaks and head towards the flight line where her crew is already waiting. He turns to her and nods. She responds with a nod. Her team was ready. With a hand signal, the gate opens and the 'Bots & humans head out. Once they clear and the gate closes, he comes to her
Leah's command was amazing. Sure it wasn't the way Clark had lead. But neither was he leading the way Prime would have. And not even a human Prime…. If that was possible?
Magnus shakes the thoughts from his head and strides towards Leah. "Ready?" Leah nods. They head towards the command center.
The first hallway remains silent. They turn the corner. Leah pipes up, "I liked what you had to say."
"I really wasn't sure what to say." He gives her a weak smile. They remain quiet until they get to the elevator.
Once the door shuts, they both could feel it. But would either one react? Leah's voice tries to remain calm, but trapped in a elevator alone with him is a powerful temptation. "So what has Wheeljack said?"
Magnus reaches out and hits the stop on the elevator. But it's a couple moments before he turns to her. What is this incredible energy reading in this small room? Why is she looking at him that way?
He swallows hard knowing what that feeling is, now. It's attraction. Like a magnetic pull. It's pulling him towards her. She backs up but still has that look on her face. He has this urge to touch her.
Did he have to look at her that way? Did he have to reach his hand out to her? She couldn't back up anymore. Her back was against the steel wall and yet his hand was still reaching out to touch her face. His fingers are so light on her cheek.
She found her eyes closing and just relish in his warm tender scent and exploring touch. It has been so long since any one has touched her so softly. And then his other hand comes to touch her brow.
The warmth of his body so close. She could push him away if she wanted to …. If she wanted to? She tilts her chin up and takes a risk. Opening her eyes, he is pondering and curious. No, there is something else in his eyes. Even though they are electric blue, there is something else behind them. His head slowly moves in closer.
"Ultra Magnus, you need to come back to the lab. I found something," Wheeljack calls on the radio.
Without touching the radio he mutters, "Of course you did." He backs up and touches the radio, "On my way." He turns away from Leah and restarts the elevator. Internally he is fuming with confusion.
What was he thinking? He was touching the human commander. But he wanted to kiss her. It has been such a long, long time since he's had this feeling in his chest to just Itake /I a femme. Animalistic of him. Closing his eyes, he rubs a hand over his forehead. He was loosing control of his processor.
She watches Ultra Magnus struggling within himself. She can't blame him too much. She was feeling the same way, she wants him to Itake /I her. She had to put this aside. It was crazy.
The next thing she knew, words were spilling from her own mouth, "Ultra Magnus, I'm not easy."
He turns to her confused, "What's that supposed to mean?"
She couldn't believe she was talking this way to him. But she was trying to put up a wall between them. Maybe a barrier of tension could protect them both. She flicks a finger at his chest, "I don't find the bearer of the Matrix a turn-on." Then she tucks her hands under her chin and flutters her eyelashes like Betty Boop, "Oh Ultra Magnus you're so brave and strong." She straightens up back to her Cornel's stance. "Give me a break."
That fueled his fire. Fully he turns to her and narrows his gaze, "Helium headed young bim-bots are nothing but fools. I have no time for foolishness. I'm too slagging old for that scrap!"
The words spill out before she can stop them, "Really? I thought all you heroes lived for that attention." Instantly she regretted those words.
In one step she is pinned back against the wall, "I am no hero. And you know it!" His gaze leaves her defenseless.
The plan just completely backfired. Her words whisper out, "Liar." It was a compliment and a confession.
Instantly he softens, "I want a mature femme who knows what she wants. A femme who knows the value of time. A femme who has pride and confidence in herself. I need a powerfully strong femme." He is complimenting her right back. One hand drops from the wall and stops the elevator again without breaking his gaze with her. "Tell me what you want."
Leah is lost in his searching gaze. He knows. Her hands reach up to touch his chest. He doesn't move. Slipping her palms to his powerful neck, she tilts her face up to his. She's reaching for him his hand grips her strong firm hip bringing her even closer.
"Ultra Magnus?" Wheeljack calls again on the radio.
Ultra Magnus pulls himself back from her tempting grasp, leaving her longing for his touch again. He starts the elevator once again.
As soon as the doors part, he steps off first. Her legs feel like jelly, but somehow she manages to walk confidently. But once they enter the lab, she can't face him directly.
Wheeljack and Preceptor have the radio on. Magnus smirks to himself. Yeah, that's Leah alright. He smiles at her. She swallows hard at his beautiful smirk and turns away to his visual compliment.
Oh there's something about, yeah something about the way she moves
I can't figure it out, there's something about her
There's something about a woman that but don't need you
I can't figure it out, there's something about her
'Cause she walk like the boss, talk like the boss
Manicured nails that set the pedicure off
She's fly effortless
Move like the boss do like the boss
Oh, she got me thinking about getting involved
That's the kind of girl I need
She got her own thing, that's why I love her
Miss independent, won't you come spend a little time
She got her own thing that's why I love her
Miss independent, ooh the way she shines miss independent
Ooh there's something about a woman who can do for herself
I look at her and it makes me proud
There's something about her
Something ooh so sexy about a woman who don't even need my hand
Said she got it, no she got it got it something about her.
Because she work like the boss, play like the boss
Car and the crib she got them both paid off
And her bills are paid on time
She made for the boss, totally the boss if anything she telling them to get lost that's the girl that's on my mind
Her favorite thing to say is "don't worry I got it"
And everything she got, you better believe she bought it
She gonna steal my heart no doubt about it
You're everything I need, said you're everything I need
She leaves the lab to let Wheeljack and Magnus finish up their conversation. She heads up to the command center to relieve Spike. Standing guard with the rest of the 'Bots, it only increases her turmoil mixed feelings for Magnus. A bag of mixed hammers.
Silently she listens to several of the bot and humans in the room retell Magnus' victories and losses. The times that seem more phenomenal, are the times he would back Prime up. Many a time it took the two big Autobots to bring down the foes.
Major Higgins came in a few hours later to take over command. With a silent nod, she leaves. Not a word had passed her lips this shift. Dry throat and shaking heart…
I Magnus had it right, I'm too old for this shit./I
She didn't realize how tired she was until she came down her corridor. There, up ahead, she can see rest. Yes, she needed to lay her head down. This day had been so crazy with turning back to her human body, and then sending the troops off and then the confrontation with Magnus in the elevator. That alone sent shivers through her. Not unpleasant, though.
She keys in her access code to the commander's quarters. Without turning on the light, she sits down on the bunk edge. Unlacing her boots, too tired to change. Just get these boots off and lay back into softness.
As soon as her head hits the pillow, her body sighs vocally. But then, the hot body next to her moves. Body? In her bunk?
She shoots up and hits the night light. Magnus smiles up at her, "So taking over my quarters again?"
Leah turns leave the room. "Leah, wait," he steps to her side. Her eyes look up to him trying to hide from her own internal fight. "You don't have to leave."
"These are the human command quarters. Yes I do, Commander." She puts a hand up to let him know she isn't upset and begins to turn away again.
He leaps closer. This time he takes her hand in both of his. "You know that's not what I meant."
She stops again and swallows hard. Leaning closer, he locks his optic blue eyes with hers while bringing her palm to his face. Laying her hand against his bristling cheek, her arm relaxes at his touch. His face softens and then his eyes slide close as he rolls his nose to the center of her palm. Sucking in a deep breath to inhale her touch, mutters something she can't translate. It doesn't matter, the sincerity to the tone is enough. She finds her own body responding to his very tender touch and soft Cybertronian words.
Who knew two hardened career soldiers would be putty at each other's touch. She finds herself moving closer to him. His other hand reaches for her waist while lips press into her palm. Her body warms to his absolutely solid forearm sliding into the small of her back, fingers softly gripping her hip.
But then he opens his eyes again. The look in his eyes she hasn't seen any male direct towards her in a very long time. Heady, desiring… Pulling her wrist to his lips, they part. And then her undoing, the tip of his tongue touches the softest part of her wrist. And draws a circle slowly.
A moan escapes her own parted lips as the most tender yet erotic sensation she hasn't felt in a very, very long time turns her core of steel to a molten pool. Her body is beginning to loose strength at his silent, tender but devastating touch. He tightens his grip on her waist feeling her give into his taste pressing her even closer to his warm body.
He knows exactly what he has done. He saw her tawny eyes turn dark with her own desire. He slowly draws her arm up and around his neck. Her other hand creeps up his solid and powerful chest. She can feel every muscle beneath the tight knit t-shirt. His smile broadens. She wants him, too.
Once more his head begins to slowly lower towards her own. She knows he is aiming to kiss her in a different coax this time. But it's too late when she realizes it was her own arm around his neck is pulling them together. Her parted lips meet his.
This time his kiss is warm, but still commanding, leading. Consuming her. All her defenses surrender to him. Especially when the tip of his tongue begins it's circle of exploration with her lips this time. The moan from her lips turns to a groan wanting more.
With a firm hand across her shoulders and another around her waist, he has her pressed firmly against his solid body. Oh he loves the feel of flesh under his finger tips. Especially Leah's flesh.
He pulls back a hair to check her reaction. There is no question, she is his. Her fingers curls into his t-shirt and pull them back together. This time the kiss goes deeper. Her fingers turn to claws afraid that he will change his mind. In return, now he is trying to hold himself together by clinging to her.
Suddenly he feels his body is chilled and he stumbles back. Was he shot? He shakes his head and resets his senses.
Before him, Leah is visibly shaking with the back of her hand over her mouth, flushed with embarrassment. Or was it passion?
He puts it together. He wasn't shot. He was shot-down. She backs away from him, afraid of his touch. Her up shot hand signals a warning to stay back.
"Leah, wait," he tries again. But she shakes her head at him to be quiet. Looking to the door trying to decide if she can make her escape, but she knows she is shaking too badly for anyone to see their Cornel like this. She has to get herself together. She closes her eyes and slowly controls her breathing.
"I'm too old to be a fool," she tells herself.
After a long silence, he starts laughing. A full rumbling laugh. Leah looks up to Magnus laughing afraid he is mocking her. But he looks down at his bare foot and chuckles. Then looks up to her and beams a smile, "And that would make me what? An ancient fool?"
She sees he was laughing at himself. A warm and wonderful laughter. Leah finds herself laughing with him. She can't help but tease him back, "Absolutely senile."
Then his smile turns tender towards her, "If this is senility, then I will relish in it." He holds a warm hand out to her, "Won't you join me? It's more fun being senile together."
Her face drops, "Oh Magnus, don't."
The older man comes towards her again. This time his touch is comforting wrapping his arms around her shoulders and just pressing her into his embrace. The rumble of his barritone is so warm and comforting, "Talk to me, Leah. Like you did before. I'm still your friend."
Her arms slip around his firm waist holding them warmly together. She just inhales his scent as well. The scent of commanding, yet tender warmth. The one she slept with in his berth. The one that comforted her at night. She buries her nose in his chest and can feel the curls of down beneath the stretched cotton fabric. "I don't want to love again. And certainly not like this. I don't think I can do this again."
"What do you mean?" He nudges her fears to the surface with a warm paw soothing the base of her neck.
"I have already loved deeply in a war zone. It hurt like hell."
"And?"
She looks up to his tender gaze, "I lost a husband and gained a son. Now I have a granddaughter, Marisa, a toddler. He says she takes after me!"
"And?" he pushes her again.
"Look, it's going to take all I've got to let my grandchild be raised with me absent, bad enough I did that to her father. I joined this suicide mission for their protection. I never expected her to be adventuress like her grandfather."
"Grandfather, ha!" He barks a laugh at her. "You mean grandmother." Leah scowls up at his jesting and smacks his back. He narrows his gaze, "Oh come on, I saw that fire in your eyes charging Galvatron. I thought it would take the whole team to pull you back."
She quickly pulls his face nose to nose with hers, "Hum, what's it like having the boot on the other foot?"
"It has nothing to do with the boots," he narrows his gaze challenging her own sense adventure.
"No?" Her breath catches in her throat at his gaze.
"No," he confirms tilting his head in for another kiss.
She knows she will give in if he succeeds in kissing her again. "What is it then?" trying to hold him off.
His gaze goes to her lips trying to decide which kind of kiss will crumble her defenses instantly, "It's what makes you so damn attractive." And he dives in for a capturing kiss. Instantly her hands span out under his t-shirt and up his solid back. His gasp at her touch sends him over the edge. It would take a miracle to get him to let go now.
Her hands round his ribs, come up to his chest and to his shoulders pushing the shirt up. He releases his arms only long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head and return her palms to span his broad warrior hardened down covered chest. His hands begin fumbling with the big buttons on her own camouflaged coverall while his mouth moves to explore her neck.
The com at the door calls, "Ultra Magnus? Have you seen Cornel Fairborne?" Neither one responds to the voice. "Ultra Magnus, I know you are in there."
"She's in a private meeting," he lifts his head for only a moment to bark, then returns the task in his hands.
"With who?" The voice asks again.
More gruff than he intended he growls, "Me!" Magnus slams the com closed and sets the door to lock.
Neither one cares what is going on outside the door or who knows they are locked in the commander's quarters alone. Together. Alone.
The next hour is spent getting to know each other much more personally and intimately.
~~00~~~
Basking in the after glow, Leah tucks her head against his solid chest. His fingers are kneading the nape of her own neck. It finishes off anything thoughts she had of duty to the Corps. He presses his lips to her temple, just to make sure this is real.
"Are you alright?" he asks tenderly.
"Mm, more than alright." she barely answers.
"What do you mean?" he smiles.
"Honestly, after Bill died, I never thought I would find this feeling again." She spans her palm over his breast.
"And what feeling would that be?" he is teasing her now. She rolls her head up to face him. He's smiling at her. "You are amazing."
Leah blushes, "Don't, Magnus." She tries to hide her face in his chest.
But he lifts her chin and turns serious. "I have never met anyone like you. In control, and commanding. Yet tender and warm."
She almost whispers, "I'm not in control when it comes to being alone with you."
A tender smile peaks from him. Seeing her embarrassed and not wanting to hurt her feelings, he turns to admire her body again. He rolls back and fans a hand out over her belly. Not flat like Arcee, but neither is it obese. He is intrigued. Then scoots down to press his face to her belly. Her fingers comb through his hair. "Life." He looks up to her, "You bore life?" She just nods. "Do you realize how incredible that is?"
Her voice turns very reverent, "Yes. I thank God everyday for the chance. It became more apparent of the miracle when I met your race."
He kisses her belly ever so tenderly, "I hope…" But then decides to keep that wish to himself, knowing the angst Optimus and Poco went through. Ratchet, Connie…. Ironhide, Chromia… Prowl… All dead and their offspring….
Leah weaves her fingers into his scalp soothing him. Children are something she could never give him. His race is dieing, and all he wishes for is a chance for his race to live on with what they do have. A miracle the humans have that the Transformers don't.
With is forehead pressed to her womb, now he knows why Optimus had his files available to him. Optimus had hoped someone would be able to find a way to make their race live. Apparently, some of the Autobots had found a way. Wroughtiron and Manta, Smudge are here. Koshi… Could he?
Slowly he rolls his head to face Leah. His love. Grief is on her face. He smiles and stretches himself out covering her. Without a word, they make love again silently. Other than the sighs and moans of pleasure, no words are spoken. Plenty of silent tears are shed as he fills her with what he hopes is viable seed.
~~oo~~
Leah collapses in his arms. Magnus curls himself behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her, Leah latching onto them. Leah falls asleep quickly. Magnus finds it so comforting to feel her so peaceful in his arms. He lets himself sleep for only a little while. He could easily get used to this.
~~~00~~~
All too soon, his watch alarm is going off. Leah begins to stir. He shuts off the alarm still wrapped around his berthmate.
Hearing the alarm, she figures it's for her. After all, who else would it before. Somehow she has ignored the arms around her. After all, humph, who would Cornel Fairborn be sharing a bunk with? Leah pulls the blanket back to go to work and starts to move. Ever so gently large comforting warm arms pulls her back and whispers in her ear, "That was for me, Leah. You need to sleep longer."
Without opening her eyes, she curls back against this dream-body making it very hard for him to find the heart to move away from her. Instead he chuckles, "Do you really want them to find us sharing quarters?" Slowly she lets her hands slip from his sexy warm body. Reluctantly he eases himself off the bunk making sure to keep her tucked under the warm blankets. Briskly showering, gets dressed silently watching her sleep on. Then with a heavy sigh, he leaves the quarters combing his hair back with his fingers.
He could have sworn he heard Leah mutter something to him as the door closed. Sounded like, "I love you."
His heart/spark stilled as the door slid closed. Thank goodness the hallway is a long walk to the command center in these human legs. It will give him time to walk into his commander stance.
~~ Leah has the most wonderful dreams she's had in years. When her alarm goes off hours later, she is disappointed to find she is alone. Maybe it was all a dream. She looks down at herself, "Then why am I naked and oh!" she winces when she moves. Oh yeah, haven't felt that kind of soreness in that area since….
A warm smile spreads across her face. Like a virgin after her first night, Leah blushes and looks to the ceiling for heavenly answer, "Oh God did I really spend the night with General Magnus?" And finds herself squealing like a schoolgirl.
Sitting at the command center, Magnus waits for the incoming reports on the 'Con's activities. They have skirmishes in at least five different places. Without all the details yet it's hard to make a plan. Hot Rod and Bee were out scouting as quickly as possible. Casey and Manta were checking out another area.
Spike was checking out another location, which meant Magnus would need to pull a longer shift. As a 'Bot it wouldn't be a problem, but these human bodies are delicate. Yawning, he smiles. Well, it doesn't help when you take your off line time and expel more energy with a lover. Closing his eyes, he can't help but remember. It is well worth it to feel this way with a …mate? His senses still feel like she is still right there beside him. He can still taste her on his lips. Buring his face in his hands, he can smell her on his skin.
But she smells like pancakes? Pancakes? Bacon and eggs and good strong black coffee. Opening his eyes, he realizes he fell asleep at his post.
Head in his palm propped up on the arm of the chair.
"Good morning, Commander. You are relieved." Leah makes it sound all just so normal. Turning his head up to her, a pinch in his neck and shoulders makes him cringe instantly. A furrow goes across his brow. Instantly he grabs the back of his neck.
She nods, "Yeah I hate it when that happens. Here, let me help. Release your jacket." Only briefly he gives her a smirk, which she returns praying no one looked their way. Magnus looks away from her and releases the outer coverall. Leah places her hands on his thick strong neck, "Now relax. Don't fight me."
He says nothing outwardly even though several run across his mind. The silences says it all between them. Her hands are so warm from the hot breakfast sitting beside him. Leah's fingers dig into his neck soothing and relaxing the pinched muscles. Magnus feels his body falling under the spell of her touch again in a new way. A groan escapes him and his forehead lowers down to the console.
A couple people look up from their desks. The communications officer pipes up, "Ah-ha! Commander Masseuse is in the house. I'm next, sir." Leah chuckles.
Major Higgins comes over seeing Magnus almost passed out on the desk, "You know, Cornel, you have a devastating touch. If we could only use that on Galvatron."
A different growl comes from Magnus. Only Leah hears his muttered curse. Leah pinches his neck in warning, but turns to Higgins, "Decontamination couldn't cleanse the nightmares I would encore from touching that demented creation." Magnus grunts in a amusement, forehead still buried in the consol top. Higgins laughs.
Leah pulls her hands away from Magnus and teases him, "You are in my chair, sir. Out and take your breakfast with you."
Magnus lifts his head and gives her a curious look. Leah is clasping her hands together. It's her that looks hungry once she looks directly into his glowing aqua eyes. Then he stands up, with a returning wicked ass smirk. Leah has to step back. He doesn't look away. She can feel herself about to give their relationship away. She has to step aside quickly and heads to the communications officer, beginning to massage his neck. Leah can hear the tray being taken away from the commander's area. Daring to look up to the reflective surface, sees it's Magnus' blue and red uniform leaving. She lets out a sigh.
The communications officer, Geets, mellowed asks, "Is it hard to work with Ultra Magnus? Harder than Prime?"
Leah has to choose her words carefully. "Everything has changed. Nothing is like it used to be. There is no normal out here." With that, steps away from Geets and returns to her commander mode, "What kind of reports have come in?"
The team begins reporting in and she takes over command pushing her lover to the back of her mind.
~~00~~~
For the next few months, Spike, Magnus and Leah make a three way human command rotation. Kup, Hot Rod, and Springer help with the 'Bot part of the rotation. For Leah and Magnus the changes were made at the commander's private quarters.
When Spike would come in to take over for Leah, she would return to the human commander's quarters. Slipping off her boots, and down to her underclothes (or less), she would slip under the blankets and close her eyes as the warm arms would encircle her and hold her close to his body. He would always kiss the top of her head and tuck her under his chin, spooned up to her back. Leah would entwine her fingers with his holding it close to her lips.
His watch alarm would always go off way too soon. But the way he prepared for his day left no regrets from Leah. He would begin with tiny devastating kisses on her bare skin. Then his stroking touch would send her moaning and clinging to him. The love making would revitalize him. For Leah it was comforting and warm. He would wait until she would begin to drift back to sleep before he would rob her of his warmth.
Yes, he was reluctant to go to the command center, but he knew these stolen moments of human time would be temporary. No wonder his friends never spoke of their human times being intense a swift. A short moment in time that was devastating yet wonderful to the spark.
Ultra Magnus straightens his back to his full height and strides confidently into the command center relieving Spike of duty. Magnus was well aware that Spike wanted to be in Carley's arms. With a mate of his own now, how could he deny another their time?
Mate of his own? Is that what Leah is?
Thank the All Spark, Springer had information for him to act on and distract him from the thought of running back to Leah's arms and pledging his spark to her this very instant.
a/n more coming, not sure when. I would like for it to be good and not scrap-crap. Yes, we will return to Marissa.