Prompt: No Way Out

Dashing Rogue meets Fair Rebel; the stage is set and the play in motion.

Transformers (c) Hasbro

Blue optics brightened in apprehension at the thermal scan feedback. Unless there was another Autobot stationed here that she didn't know about, the detected heat signature could mean only one thing; there was a Decepticon nearby.

Moonracer cautiously manoeuvred around the metallic wall, rifle prepped and ready to fire at a moment's notice. She took great care to avoid the scattered pieces of fragile metal and glass littering the ground; a single wrong step could mean instant detection. She felt the dull, far-away chorus of keening laser blasts coupled with rupturing sonic explosions caress her audios, but ignored it. Her processor had to remain focussed and her spark calm. She needed to utilise every last ounce of stealth, skill, dexterity-

"Surprise!"

BANG!

"WAH!"

Optics wide and intakes hitching, the femme stared incredulously at the mech in front of her; rifle buzzing from the fresh blast.

The Seeker's shocked expression dropped to a light scowl as he irritably rubbed the part of his arm singed by the shot.

"Umm...Ouch!" he snapped huffily. Moonracer gingerly shifted the gun in her arms, but kept the barrel fixed on the mech. Naive she may be, but she wasn't going to make any more rookie mistakes in front of...of this guy!

"Well....you shouldn't have snuck up on me like that!" she grumbled, frown guarded.

"I thought that's what enemies are supposed to do?" he pointed out, irritation waning as he quirked a grin.

"Yeah, but enemies don't generally jump out and yell "surprise"...at least not without attacking" she retorted. The Seeker's grin morphed into a smirk.

"So you don't think we're enemies?" his tone couldn't have been more mischievous if he tried. The femme huffed, annoyed. What was this guy getting at?

"Of course we're enemies!" she pointed at her insignia, "Autobot" she pointed at his one, "Decepticon" Her arms crossed in a conclusive manner. The Seeker gave her a deadpan look.

"I'm not that dumb" he droned, effortlessly salvaging that same cocky air, "We just don't seem to act like we're enemies" Moonracer narrowed her optics.

"Speak for yourself! Are you forgetting who just shot at you?"

"That was just a reflex. You wouldn't really shoot at me"

"It was not! And yes I would!"

"Then go ahead" he smirked, mimicking her crossed arms stance. Moonracer stared, arms unfurling. Did he just ask her to shoot at him? What was his game?

With narrowed optics and a tight grip on her gun, she uncertainly regarded the Seeker.

She couldn't really shoot him could she? Not like this. It would be nothing short of an execution and definitely wouldn't fit into the Autobot way of doing things. Slag, it could even be a trick for all she knew! Though on the other hand, this was a Seeker. His deactivation could, even temporarily, turn the tide of the war in her factions favour. So, did she owe it to her comrades? Was she being selfish by not taking this opportunity? ...Then again-

"You know I'm gonna end up dying from lack of energon if this takes ya much longer" his smug voice cut into her musings. The femme refocused her gaze, which had wavered skyward, back to the Seeker.

That smirk. That stupid, arrogant, condescending, roguish, strangely handsome-

'WOAH! Watch your thought process there 'Racer!' she caught herself, more than a little startled at the sudden turn her thoughts had taken. Sure, he was good-looking and had a certain charm about him but he was still a-

"I'm waiting" he chirped in a sing-song voice, lightly prodding the rifle. Moonracer felt her arm twitch.

Slag.

With whine of shoulder gears and a defeated expulsion of hot air from intakes, the femme slumped; rifle idly hanging with the rest of her arm at her side. She gave the Seeker a jaded glare.

"The only reason I'm not shooting you is because it's-"

"-not the Autodork way" he cut in, the picture of boastful victory. Moonracer felt her mouth involuntarily quirk upwards. She silently cursed her easily amused processor.

"Umm, yeah" she gave a short giggle.

"Hey look, we're already finishing each other's sentences" he grinned, earning another high-pitched giggle from the femme.

"Yeah" she returned the grin. Something about this mech, in his attitude, it seemed almost...well, she wouldn't say harmless. Playful, seemed like a far more apt description. And there was definitely something magnetic about it.

"So..." he drawled, taking a step forward, "Now what?" Moonracer raised an optic ridge.

"Meaning?"

"Well, you're not going to shoot me...I'm not going to shoot you..." he stated, "And seen as we are enemies there should probably be some kind of interaction going on between us right?" he surmised, taking another step forward. Moonracer blinked. Huh? Didn't talking count as 'some kind of interaction'?

She canted her head to the side slightly, "What do you-!" She stopped short as something very unexpected occurred.

Her optics were wide and bright, frame completely rigid in shock. Then, as quickly as it had happened, it ended. The Seeker straightened back to his full height, expression completely relaxed and partially innocent.

She gawked at him, mouth agape; neither noticed that her gun had hit the ground and now lay prone next to her pedes.

"D-did you just kiss me?" only after the question had left her vocaliser did she realise just how surreal and ridiculous it was. The Seeker, however, had a thoughtful expression and tapped his chin.

"Hmm, maybe..." his optics met hers, the impish glint unmistakable, "Was it something like this?" Before Moonracer could so much as blink, his lips had captured hers once again. The kiss this time was notably longer and less chaste than before. The femme managed a surprised squeak before he once again pulled back, grinning down at her. She felt her optic twitch.

"Did you just kiss me...again?!" she choked out. The question sounded even less believable the second time. The jet frowned, expression pensive.

"Hmm, no..." he muttered, smirk smoothly resurfacing, "That could hardly count as a real kiss"

With that, the Seeker pulled Moonracer forward, spun her on her heel and dipped her. Lips connected with hers before the yelp could so much as reach her vocaliser. Moonracer went completely stiff in shock, optics widened to an almost painful stretch.

A Seeker was kissing her. A Seeker was kissing her. A Decepticon was kissing her.

Whether it was the heat of the moment, or just some magnetic impulse she couldn't be certain. But whatever the reason, Moonracer soon found the tension leaving her frame, arms wrapping around the Seekers neck and herself timidly returning the kiss.

Encouraged, he slyly slid his glossa between her lips, something Moonracer returned with an equal fervour as she gently ran her hand along the back of his helm.

However long it lasted neither of them could be certain, but it wasn't until a particularly large explosion shattered their dream-like haze did they finally break the kiss. Moonracer vaguely noted that she was still supported by the Seekers arms in a dip. She met optics with him, faceplates splitting into an awkward grin.

"Eheh...well...that was...um...very..." she trailed off, tone hitching.

"Amazing, wonderful, knee-weakening, passionate, sexy..." he listed off, grinning broadly. Moonracer gave a discomfited little giggle.

"I was going to say unexpected" she returned his grin, feeling oddly both embarrassed and secure in his arms.

"I guess I'd better go huh?" he mumbled, optics wavering from her face towards the distant battle.

"Yeah, me too" she responded quietly, her own downcast.

Why was she so disappointed? It's not like this...incident meant anything, right? They were enemies for Primus' sake! If anything, this was probably nothing more than a ruse on his part; a distraction to leave her vulnerable for an attack, or so he could escape....The thought itself caused her spark to clench painfully, and she had no idea why! She shook the feeling off, putting it down to battle-jarred nerves. Definitely not the mech currently holding her is his arms. No way....Besides, she didn't even know the guys name! There was no way she could feel anything for someone who didn't have the decency to tell her their name!

Moonracer reluctantly gazed back to his face. His own red optics were completely fixed on her. She bashfully looked away and opened her mouth to say something (most likely how that was a once off thing and will never, ever happen again) but found her words sufficiently muted by his lips. So much for that resolve.

Still, the femme found herself just as enticed by this hasty, rather rough one as she was by his previous one. There was no way that was a good sign.

Pulling back before she could begin to reciprocate, he leaned down and whispered into her audio, "My names Skywarp by the way"

In one swift motion, he managed to spin her back into her previous upright position, place another soft kiss on her cheek and vanish with a burst of purple light and a smirking wink.

Moonracer wasn't certain how long she stood there; intakes hitching, hand unconsciously resting on her rapidly pulsing spark. The only thing that kept her legs from giving way was the metallic wall she was absently leaning against.

"Moonracer, do you copy?" Elita's imposing cadence jerked the sharp-shooter out of her haze. She promptly activated her com.

"Moonracer here" her voice had an unmistakably dreamy lilt to it, but hopefully her commander would put that down to shellshock from battle.

"We're outnumbered, I'm calling a retreat" Elita had either not noticed or chosen to ignore Moonracer's tone...for now anyway, "Fall back immediately, that's an order"

"Yes ma'am" came her automatic response, thankfully possessing more zeal than before.

With a buzz, the com ended. Moonracer gingerly retrieved her rifle, gaze rising skyward. A wistful sigh escaped her vocaliser.

"Skywarp, huh?" she muttered, breathing a light laugh, "Well, it's a start right?"

Author's Note: OMG I finally got it done XD I swear, I really had no idea what the hell to write for this. Then I remembered xTheSkyIsFallingx wanted to read something about Warp and Moony's second meeting; so here ya go ;D

Yeah, in all honesty Warp never really thinks these things through; I'm certain he's tried that move on dozens of other femmes and gotten the shit beaten out of him for it. Moony's just more...well, she's a romantic at heart; she just couldn't deny the old-fashioned 'dip and kiss' =3

I know I put up a poll and that some people wanted this to be extended, but to be honest I've run pretty short on inspiration for it! So, I think I'll consider my quota for this story filled, but if anymore inspiration strikes (or if anyone has anything they'd like to see happen) I'll make it a oneshot x]

Anyways, thanks so much to everyone who read/reviewed/fav'd/alert'd this story QwQ You all rock! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!