Mending Shattered Sparks 11
A/n: Thanks Clare for the note, here's the right chapter!
"Rod? Can you hear me, Rod?"
"Um, yeah…wait… holy Primus…," the newly bonded mech tries to slow his breathing and take stock of how his systems are feeling.
There's a weight on his chest. Correction: a weight IN his chest and a weight ON his chest. The one on his chest isn't too heavy but certainly not something he is used to feeling unless he's in battle and normally they are punching him, not stroking his face and brow points.
"Hummm, that feels nice," he leans his head into the touch while he considers what else he feels.
The weight in his chest seems to echo his own sigh of relief that he isn't hurt, just dazed. Yes his spark feels like someone has been rummaging around in there, but not in a vicious or devious fashion. It's more like they have been roughly petting or caressing him from the inside out. A good kind of sore or overworked way. Is this the effects of a spark overload?
Now for the next. Clearly the Matrix is not in his chest because he can feel it's un-presence, and he really doesn't mind right now. Not if it means he can feel these caresses on his face, the warm thrum of his spark having been played with and the smell of a powerful yet sweet femme.
"Oh Primus, I really do have a sparkmate, don't I?" He's too afraid to open his optics and wake up from this euphoric feeling to find nothing waiting for him.
"Is that a bad thing to be bonded?" Elita grazes down his cheek to a mark on his neck. When she touches it, he winces. "Sorry, I got a bit rough there."
Rodimus lifts a hand to follow what she touched. Yeah there's a bit of an open wound there, but it's not really bleeding. Mostly it's just pinched and bruised. "Well this may need some careful explaining and no, it's not a bad thing that I am mated." He knows she's concerned about what she found out during their merge.
He holds her hand over the wound and turns his open optics to hers. Elita, goddess of the femme warriors, looks so darn cute biting her lip with a bit of a blush while still sitting atop him.
"Hi," he smiles.
"Hi, Rod. Are you alright?" Sheepishly she asks once again. Not just for his physical state, but for his emotional one. Just before he overloaded, guilt and despair where racking his spark. She just had to remind him of the other half of bondhood: love. Slamming her spark deep and hard into him when he wasn't prepared can be quite painful.
"A little sore, but I'll be fine. Is it always like that?" He reaches up and pulls her down, turning them both to their sides on the way. He needs to hold her close and twining his legs with hers, he's pretty sure he can keep her close now.
"Not normally. Sometimes if it gets a little…erm...rough?" Although she really shouldn't be shy to tell her sparkmate she likes it a little rough sometimes, it's not something they have exactly had a chance to talk about.
Rodimus is more alert now and therefore nods, "Um, okay, I can understand that. So other times it can leave me sedate with warm and fuzzies?"
Elita nods and then traces over his closed and cooling spark chamber. "I didn't mean to hurt you, but I couldn't bear you leaving just yet."
This time it is he to shush her. "Shh, it's alright. I don't mind. I think those few moments I had to myself brought a few things clearer. I'm not Optimus and I don't have to be. Nor am I Ironhide or Ratchet. I'm me, and I am going to love my sparkmate the way I want to love her. And that means, I'm not locking you up in a tower or give you some side project to handle for me so you won't die of boredom."
"I will help you." She taps at his chest.
"I know you will, because I sure am going to need it. But I'm going to need YOU with me more than anything. I can't do this alone, because I'm not them. I can't do my job well without my friends and now you beside me. I am going to need everyone's knowledge, skill, and love to help me, and yeah… Optimus was a fool not to have you at his side while he did it."
Elita puts a finger to his lips, "Optimus couldn't do it with me at his side because he needed me here on Cybertron and if I was beside him, he would be constantly distracted. It was a deal he and I made together. I think later we both agreed it was a bad deal, but never told anyone let alone each other. But what is done, is done. And Rod, you and I are here now."
Rodimus tucks her under him and whispers, "Thank Primus." Clearly he is wide awake by the way he kisses her.
A claiming kiss with no hesitation or doubt. He is taking her lips in a similar fashion she took his spark (minus the pain, of course). It's a kiss that injects his powerful need to be with her, in her, around her.
Elita cups the back of his helm welcoming the kiss in wholly. He takes it slowly and she responds equally. It's been a very long time since she has been passionately kissed let alone spark-merged. Optimus liked to toy with her until she begged to overload, she really hopes Rodimus will not wait so long tonight!
For Rodimus, it has been a very long time since he has had a femme in such an intimate position. Last time he was playful Hot Rod with few responsibilities. Now he is mated-Rodimus with a whole new set of duties.
"Rod…," she croons his name as his tongue leaves her mouth to taste a horn and then continue plucking tasty kisses down her throat and open spark chamber. He has to chuckle lightly when her hips squirm and her hands shove on his spoiler to make him keep going lower.
Yes he's done this before, but it's so different when he can feel her in his spark as well as watching her move under his spell. Over and over she cries out his name using his brow points to direct him to just the perfect spot.
Behind his cod it's getting as frustrating as the signals her spark is telling his. It's time. Rodimus releases his cod and drops it to the floor with a hard swallow.
Without an ounce of shame, he looks down into her sweet optics. "I'm glad I waited for my bonding night," then leans in to kiss her warmly once more.
Elita is completely moved. She never knew he hadn't been with another, she had just assumed… "Ah!" She gasps under his kiss to their joining.
This too Rodimus is gentle and careful in doing. Not just because of his concern of hurting her, but because he wants to enjoy every sensation. And not just what his body is feeling, but what his caresses are doing to her.
One thing Ironhide, Inferno, and Ratchet always said is that being mated is a constant learning process. No two moments are ever the same, even if sometimes it might feel like it. Make sure every moment counts. Enjoy every smile she gives you, remember just where her hot spots are and the danger ones too, and DON'T ever get them confused!
Rodimus is surprised when Elita begins moving her hips in time to his and gives off the most gorgeous sounds. Porn movies are one thing, love making is completely different! This he is finding out for fact and loving every single moment.
"Elita," he whispers her name and there he goes dropping his jaw as he releases.
The mere sight of him keening is all it takes for her to follow him over that climatic abyss.
He pants keeping a close optic on her. Elita's hand slips off his hip flopping to the berth and slumping her head to the side with a sedate smile. Rod remains propped over her with one hand and caresses her cheek with the other.
"Hey, you okay or should I expect Topspin to break down the door and find us in a compromising position?"
She may not turn her head or open her optics, but she does give him a giggle. "Rod, we are sparkmates, I don't think inside out own quarters is considered a compromising position."
"Um, so if it was the office?"
"No, not the office either. Trust me."
It's his turn to laugh this time. He slides down to a side, propping his chin up by a fist and picking up one her hands so he can kiss and nibble on her finger tips. "Conference room?"
Her optics squeeze out a tear and she giggles a little harder. "Um yeah that one, might be. So will the hangar."
He suckles on her finger making her moan "Keep going. I'm making a list."
Now she does open her darkening optics. "To get caught or not?"
Those green optics of his go dark too, "What do you prefer?"
"Keep me guessing," Elita pulls her hand down to press him to his back and consume him with a very hot kiss.
Rodimus wraps his arms around her and forgets there is anything outside his arms for the rest of the night.
Elita wakes up in the morning to the sound of Roller making his way through the scattered armor at the berth side and begging to be lifted up. "Hey there, I wondered what happened to you. Come here, little guy."
The adorable six wheeled drone had always been Optimus' faithful companion and obviously attached himself to the new Prime. Elita picks him and curls to her side. Roller lets off a concerned mewl at the sight of Rodimus sound asleep.
"He's okay, Roller. Just a little tired," she pets him. "You know how they can get."
Rodimus is so cute the way his legs are tangled in the sheet with only one pede toe sticking out and the whole other leg exposed up to his hip, except the knee. Elita's not even sure how she has enough fabric to cover the barest parts of her torso with the way the fabric is wadded up with him. Even so, splayed out like this on his berth, there is no doubt this is no longer young Hot Rod, this is definitely a matured Rod.
He's not just a lot more toned, but he's also got fair more scars as well. But there is something else that Rodimus has over Hot Rod, a whole lot emotional growth and care to his responsibilities.
It's Elita's turn to prop herself up on one fist and watch her sparkmate sleep. He's got one wrist flopped on the pillow above his helm and the other over his optics. She snuggles up against him and giggles when Roller makes himself comfortably squashed between them. She doesn't sleep, but does soak up the feeling of having her spark whole again. It feels so good not to be alone anymore.
No she would not have bonded with just anyone to feel this way again and yet there is something very special about bonding for a second time. She's known devoted love before. This is still devoted love, but in a completely different way. There's no way she will be loving him like she did Optimus. Oh no, Rod is completely different.
"Nuh," Rodimus adjusts in his sleep to lay on his belly. "Roller, your antenna is tickling again. Shove over."
Elita giggles and sits up so that Roller is in her lap and not bothering Rodimus. He half opens one optic at her. "You sleep alright?"
She strokes over his yellow brow point and nods. "I slept wonderfully. You?"
He nods slightly. "Don't get me wrong, I love waking up to you, but really could go for a few more minutes before we go another round."
His sparkmate smiles then kisses her finger tips and presses them back to his lips. "You do that. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you wake up."
He slides an arm over her thighs and cups her far hip, nuzzling his face into her closer one. There he goes back to sleep.
Late in the next evening, there's a ping at their door. Leaving Elita on the couch with Roller in her arms, Rodimus gets up to answer it. He smiles and lets Topspin inside.
"How are you both doing?"
Elita holds a hand out to Topspin to join her on the couch, "Forgive me for not getting up, but I'm kind of stuck."
That cocks a brow on the medic and when he gets closer he smiles warmly to the sleepy loyal drone in her lap. "Looks like he's doing better, too."
Topspin does a scan over each of them, including Roller. Then gives them his results as he removes the monitors from Elita. "I would say take it easy for the next few days as you get used to your new bond, but I know better than to tell a Prime that, let alone a Commander and certainly not two new-sparkmates. You guys just don't know what that means."
Rodimus slips down to the couch beside Elita tucking his face into her neck, "Oh I think I'm finding out now."
Topspin chuckles seeing Rod so much more relaxed than he ever has been since accepting the Matrix. "Yeah well that's good, but keep in mind: moderation."
Elita lifts Rods face so she can look into his optics, "Umm we'll see about that."
Topspin lets himself out as Roller is carefully set aside and Elita lays Rod back on the couch. Rod's hands are greedy over her body knowing that tomorrow it's back to work for both of them. This will be the last night of their quarantined honeymoon. The couple plan to take full advantage of it.
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Even the morning shower takes longer than normal with Rodimus feeling the need to lick every droplet off her form rather than let a towel take over. Elita does nothing to stop him. If anything, she's guiding and helping him find those elusive ones in the seams.
By the time they finally get them selves together and out the front door, they are running toward the conference room to make a meeting on time. Rodimus stops and crouches down. "How about a piggy back ride?"
Elita squeals like a youngling again and hops on. "Gitty up, Roddy!"
Rodimus gives a bellow as they head for the main stairs, "Look out, PRIME coming through!"
From the open doors of the conference room, Ultra Magnus, Jazz and many others can hear ruckus in the halls coming their way. Not just squeals of people jumping out of the way, but also those cheering someone on.
Around the corner and a burst of orange and pink leap into the room. "Are we late?" Rodimus pants.
Elita's face is flushed with a huge smile and tears of laughter, but in no mood to let go of her mate's neck.
Ultra Magnus looks to the clock on the wall to answer his Prime's question. "About two minutes? Is everything alright?"
Rodimus crouches slightly so Elita can slide down, but then wraps an arm around her waist so he can rub their noses together. "Everything is perfect."
Jazz slaps his hand out, "Pay up people!"
There's some groans around the full room, but mostly congratulations for the latest couple to bond. Or more likely to FINALLY bond.
It still takes a bit to get the meeting started, but when it finally does, there's a lot less tension. Couples don't have to hide their relationships, and the fear of losing their key femmes to spark-break is also out of the way . For the first time in a long time, they can fully move forward with plans for Cybertron.
Before the meeting can break up though, Jazz puts one more proposal on the table. "I think we need a celebration in Iacon. It's about time we had a good party. Our Prime spark bonding sounds like a perfect celebration."
Rodimus shakes his head though. "No, not for me." He looks around at all the femmes who have gotten a second chance at love. "All of us. Maybe a party for all of the new bondings or even bringing everyone back home, but whatever it is, I do not want a party for myself or even for Elita and I. It needs to be for all of us." He takes Elita's hand in his, "Cybertron's second chance at love and life."
a/n
one more chapter for you. A dance scene, so format might be wonky.