TITLE: Returning The Favor

CHALLENGE SET: #3

CHALLENGE: Friends

RATING: NC-16

WORD COUNT: 1,429.

PAIRINGS: Pura/Blue Wing

SUMMARY: The Twins help Pura out with some intimacy issues

I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to fall. I'll be there for you, like I've been there before. I'll be there for you, 'cause you're there for me too. – The Rembrandts.

"There you are."

Wing looked up with a jump when two very familiar arms snaked around his neck, as Pura leaned forward and purred into his audio.

"I've been looking all over for you."

Silverbolt had the grace to look away, but not without an amused smile on his face. Wing looked sheepish.

"Is there something you wanted?" he asked.

"Of course there is, silly." She ran a finger up his back. "You."

Wing squirmed - half at her touch and half in embarrassment – and looked up at her apologetically. "I cant right now love. I promised Silverbolt I'd go over some aerial tactical plans with him today. Maybe later?"

"I've been hearing 'maybe later' for the past two days now, Wing. I'm starting to think that you may be seeing Aerialbots behind my back."

Silverbolt looked up. "I can assure you that's not the case, Pura."

"Now don't be silly," Wing said. "I've just been a little tied down with work, that's all. You're the last person who should be complaining about something like work Pura."

The femme pouted, and Wing steeled himself against her disappointed expression. He was not going to give in this time.

"What am I supposed to do by myself then?" she asked.

"Why not go for a drive? You like that."

Pura let out a resigned sigh. "Yeah, I like that," she said dejectedly.

"That's my femme." Wing gently cupped her left cheek and gave her a kiss on the right one.

Pura straightened and headed to the door, glancing back sadly at the two mechs who'd already resumed their conversation.

"Hey Pura, where're you headed?" Sideswipe sauntered up to the femme, Sunstreaker following a step behind.

"Out for a drive," she replied glumly.

"Mind if we join ya? We got some time off."

"Sure."

"Are you alright?" Sunstreaker asked, noting her sullen posture as she stood in the afternoon sun.

"Just fine, let's go."

She transformed and sped off. The brothers exchanged a look, then transformed and headed after her, their strong Lamborghini forms easily catching up with her little Mitsubishi Spyder mode.

"You don't sound fine," Sideswipe said.

"Don't look fine either," Sunstreaker agreed.

"Leave it alone guys. Its got nothing to do with you," she replied. "Its personal."

"Ahh," the Twins chorused.

"Well, don't worry." Sideswipe pulled up alongside her. "A few hours with me and you'll be all shiny-happy again."

"Or suicidal," Sunstreaker sniped.

"Thanks Sides," Pura said. "But you're not my type."

"Yeah, she doesn't date aft-heads."

"Who said anything about dating?" the red mech's voice dripped innocence. "I'm just saying I can cheer her up. It's a slagging lot more than you can do with your ray of sunshine, Sunshine."

"I don't need cheering up, really," Pura protested.

"Sure ya do. Unless you wanna end up like old dull and bitter over there," Sideswipe said.

"Frag you Sideswipe," Sunstreaker snapped.

"Why thank you Sunny, and frag you too."

"So where were you two planning on going?" Pura asked, interrupting the bickering pair.

"Petunia over there wanted to go on a picnic, so we came prepared for one," Sunstreaker said. "There's a meadow a few meters ahead."

"I see it," Pura said, and prepared to turn off.

A while later, the three of them sat on the grass beneath the shade of a few tall trees, with some empty energon cans stacked up a little way off. Pura wished it could have been her and Wing there instead, and she sighed longingly, earning the attention of the Twins.

"It's Wing, isn't it?" Sunstreaker asked.

Pura only nodded.

"What? You're not getting any?" Sideswipe asked, lying back on the grass and earning himself a smack from his brother. "What!"

"Ever heard of a little thing called tact, retard?"

"Hey, someone had ta ask."

Had she been able, the femme would have blushed. As it was, she managed a very sheepish look. Sideswipe noticed.

"See? I was right!"

Sunstreaker looked at her. "Is that true?"

Pura sighed. "Well, I wouldn't have worded it that way, but yeah, that's the gist of it. It just feels like he's been so busy doing other things that he doesn't seem to have any time left for me." She lay back as well. "The intimacy's been lacking for the last couple of days."

"Have you talked to him about it?" Sunstreaker asked.

"I've tried to," Pura replied. "He said he's just been tied down with work."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker exchanged another look.

"Y'know, we still kinda owe you a favor," Sideswipe said.

Pura looked puzzled. "What favor?"

"Remember the time you took us into The Underground, when everyone else seemed to have forgotten us?" the red mech asked.

"I thought I was making it up to you for falling on your head?"

"Ah, well yeah, but ya still went through all of that trouble to find a medic for us."

"What the moron is trying to say," Sunstreaker added. "Is that you kept us around and gave us a roof over our heads instead of just kicking us out again like others would have done. We owe you for that."

"Guys, really, there's no need to trouble yourselves," Pura said.

"Its no trouble at all," said the yellow mech. "It'll be our pleasure."

"Yeah, just leave everything to us," Sideswipe assured her. "We'll help ya out with Wing, after all, what are friends for?"

That night, Pura headed down the residence hallway to the room she and Wing shared. After returning from her picnic with the Twins, they'd run off to work on their plan of returning the favor, while she had spent the rest of the day helping Wheeljack clean up the lab after another one of his experiments back-fired. Wing was nowhere to be found, and someone mentioned on her return, that he'd gone flying with Silverbolt.

She keyed her pass-code into the lock, the door slid open and she stepped inside, then nearly squealed in surprise. Her hand flew to her mouth just in time, as she took in the sight before her.

The lights had been turned down to a comfortable glow, and a peach-scented candle burned on her desk. The floor and the recharge berth – which had been pulled to the center of the room – were covered in red and yellow rose petals. However, it was what was on the berth that made Pura stifle a giggle and quickly shut the door.

Wing raised his head to look at her, each wrist and ankle shackled firmly, though not harshly, to a corner of the berth, the stalk of a white rose between his lips. He struggled slightly on seeing her, and made a noise of protest at his predicament. Pura went over to him, then spied a card wedged between a fold of armor in his hip. It was a note, and she didn't need to guess who it was from.

"Sorry for tying him down again, but we figure this time you wouldn't mind…. PS, you might want to give him a head massage before anything else."

Making a mental note to bail out the Twins, the next time they got in trouble with Prowl, Pura grinned and subspaced the note before sitting down beside him on the berth, a slight twinkle in her blue optics. Wing's own optics were wide and wary as he watched her, wondering what she was going to do. He whimpered softly and tugged on one of his wrist bonds.

"Oh, do you want me to release you?" she asked, making no move to remove the rose from his mouth.

He nodded once, then let out a small moan of pleasure as she ran her hand up one of his wings, squirming and shuddering with the sensation.

"I'll let you go." She leaned down and nuzzled him near an audio receptor before whispering. "When I feel like it."

A gentle nibble followed, which elicited another moan from him, before she climbed over him to the end of the berth, where she rested his head on her lap and rubbed it soothingly.

"You may not think so now, Wing," she said. "But you're going to owe me for this by the time the night is over."

END.