Control of the Remote
"Thanks for the lift," Raptor said to Thundercracker as she leaped off onto the ground. Her thrusters hit the pavement with a light thud, her knees flexing slightly to absorb the shock.
"It'll sure be nice when you've got clearance to fly again," he answered. Though, in a sense he enjoyed the fact she was grounded. This meant she had to depend on others to give her a lift. And it'd been pretty easy to offer right before Skywarp did. He knew the purple Seeker would be seething that he'd done it first. The feeling of satisfaction flowed through him at the mere thought of Skywarp's expression as he had taken off with the femme riding on top of him.
She lightly slapped his blue wing. "But then you won't be able to keep up with me!" she challenged. Her red optics gleamed at the thought of his expression when she left him in her con trails.
"You mean; you'll never shake me off your tail!" the Seeker snorted. His tone told her that he was more than up for a challenge. And he meant that in more ways than one.
Raptor just chuckled as the blue Seeker disappeared in the distance. She sure did miss flying! But at least by catching a lift with Thundercracker, she'd beaten Optimus back to their quarters. Yes, there was an advantage to those Seekers always hanging around. They made her feel young again! She grinned as she strolled towards their quarters. Perhaps she should start looking at those two more seriously? Even though she'd live long past both of them, it'd be nice to have a dedicated mate for a time. Yes, she'd have to think on that.
Shaking the thoughts of dating and mates out of her Meta, she threw the door open. Strolling in, she plopped herself down on the hard rubber couch and grabbed the remote. By golly! Tonight SHE would get to watch her shows! Putting her thrusters up on the table, she leaned back and smiled as 'Fire Power' came on.
She just loved a good action-filled show!
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It'd been a rather long drive from the valley, and Prime couldn't wait to put his feet up when he got home. He was a little happy that Thundercracker had offered a flight to Raptor, since he figured they'd stop for some energon on the way. Knowing those two, they'd get caught up in some debate over air currents or something. In a sense, he was a tad sad, since he enjoyed Raptor's company and would've loved to have given her a lift. But, on the other hand – he'd get home first this time!
He smiled to himself. There was a particular movie that was coming on tonight, and he'd planned to watch it. Whether or not Raptor agreed to or not. It was something about a human that got a strange disease that made him like a God, and how he helped others with the power.
Yes, it was the type of heart warming movie that he had found a taste for. Unlike those violent action flicks that Raptor always seemed to prefer. And if she managed to get home first, there was little hope in getting the damned remote away from her.
Driving into the East Mech Residential Complex, he transformed and headed for their quarters. Thoughts of a relaxing night went through his Meta. His engines slowed to a relaxed idle as he considered the quiet night ahead.
Opening the door, he was dismayed to find his room mate lounging on the couch. Glancing at the big flat screen he saw the familiar intro to his least favorite show.
Groaning inside, he acted like nothing was up and went to grab some energon from the storage unit.
Walking back, his optics noticed the remote lying on the table. A plan began to form in his Meta. Yes, tonight he would make sure they watched HIS channel! A mischievous grin spread under his mask as he prepared himself for action. Glancing back up at Raptor, he made sure she didn't notice anything was amiss. Nodding his greeting, he sat down with an apparently exhausted grunt. He relaxed for a moment as he calmed his expression enough to maintain his cool façade as he took his face mask off. He slowly lifted the cube to his lips and took a big sip, forcing himself to express a look of enjoyment at its flavor. Then he nonchalantly leaned forward to set the cube on the table.
In the blink of an optic, the remote was now his, as he swiped it off the table in a blur!
"Hey, give me that!" she yelled. Turning quickly, she made an attempt at grabbing it.
With ease, the strong ground mech kept her hands away from the remote. Grinning mischievously, he swiftly changed the channel to the one with his movie on it. His engines purred in contentment, for now that he had the remote – the femme wasn't getting it back.
"Why you dirty slogger! I'm going to…" Raptor didn't finish her sentence as she lunged for the remote. She jumped on top of him, desperately trying to grab the remote from his hands.
"Now, now, watch your language. That's not becoming of a Commander!" he chided, as he juggled the remote from hand-to-hand, keeping it out of her grasp. His grin spread, for this was quite a fun little game – and by golly, he was going to win it!
Now on top of him, Raptor was making a good effort at retaking the remote. With one arm, he easily tossed her light air frame off of him. Then he settled himself down on the couch, giving her his most cocky look, as she slowly stood up at considered her options.
She stood, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. "Just because you are the 'Great Optimus Prime', does not mean you get to take the remote from me!" The tone of her voice told him that she was far from through with her attempts to get it back.
He chuckled, knowing she was no match for him in robot mode. Then he stuffed the remote into his cab. "So just what are you going to do about it?" he challenged. He was really enjoying this game, and couldn't wait to see what the light-built Seeker was going to try next.
Her crimson optics glimmered, outrage mixed with humor. "Ok, you wanna play dirty? I'll play dirty!"
She jumped on him. As he tried to grab her hands, the damned femme kept twisting her arms. This made it impossible to hold them for long. Ever time she found an opening; she began to wiggle her fingertips into whatever seam she could get to. This created bursts of sensory array stimulation through his secondary networks. A very unsettling sensation to the mech!
"What the - ?" he stammered as he desperately tried to get a firm hold on those twisting arms. "Now you give me those arms!"
She began to laugh as they continued to wrestle, "What? Has the great Prime never been tickled?" her left hand got past his defense, diving into the seam between his cab and grill. Stronger bursts of the unsettling stimulation went through him. Letting go of her other hand, he extracted her fingers, just as her other hand wiggled into another seam.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, as they rolled off the couch onto the floor. He tried to get on top of her, because he knew he'd secure her hands there! But she twisted over him, getting on his back. The Seeker was like trying to hold a snake, she seemed to slither out of his grasp with ease!
Another round of the unsettling stimulation flowed through him, causing him to shiver. But it wasn't the shiver he associated with pleasurable bonding play – this was an entirely different sort of sensation! A sensation that was both highly unsettling to his systems and also and made him want to – laugh?!
Raptor felt his automatic reaction, her laughing increased in volume as the struggle continued. "He, he, I can't believe you're so ticklish!" she exclaimed, as she again twisted out of his grasp and went back to finding seams to dig into. Now it was becoming more fun to cause Optimus to lose control and start laughing – than to actually regain the remote. She hadn't had this much fun since she found out that Falcon was ticklish. Boy, had she had fun torturing that youngling!
"Quit that!" he ordered, knowing it was totally hopeless to order the femme. But he couldn't stand this unsettling stimulation she was doing. It made him want to - laugh! His optics widened in disbelief, for it made absolutely no sense! His logic circuits tried to make sense of it, but there was absolutely no logic to it.
Once again, he tried to get her under his bulk. Again, his attempts were futile. The lithe Seeker was able to twist free, to continue her strange torture of his sensory nets.
"Oh, come on Prime – you know you have the urge to laugh!" she snickered, her fingers now sliding in the backside of his knee.
Fighting the strange urge, Optimus got a brief hold on that hand, but then her other hand snuck between the seams at his hip. These sensation pulses were much stronger than the others, and he couldn't help but jerking in response. Finally, he couldn't help it, he began to laugh!
This only gave her more encouragement, as she continued to sneak past his defenses and find even more sensitive spots to stimulate. Eventually, he could no longer concentrate on trying to catch her hands. All he could do was to spasm, jerk and laugh!
As he became helpless with the unsettling sensory impulses that were coursing through his chassis, Raptor deftly slid her hand into his cab and extracted the remote. Then she quit tickling him as suddenly as she had started, as she leaped up and plopped herself back on the couch.
It took a few minutes for his networks to reset and return to normal functioning. But strangely, he felt 'happy' emotionally. Shaking his head at the complete lack of logic concerning the way his nets had responded, Prime picked himself off the floor. He looked at the rather self-satisfied Seeker sitting on the couch.
"I've got to ask; just what did you do to my nets?" he asked, as he warily sat down next to her. He kept an optic on her, just knowing she'd do that strange type of torture again.
She shrugged, grinning at him. "I tickled you." She still thought it was truly hysterical that the big ground mech was so damned ticklish. She'd have never have thought…
"Tickled? I've never heard of this, it makes no logical sense." His confusion was apparent, as he kept a wary optic on her.
"Sure it does. If you stimulate the sensory arrays at 'sub-pleasure' levels – then it's called tickling." Raptor chuckled as she nudged him with her elbow. "I must say, you are overly ticklish for a mech."
"So instead of causing true pleasure reaction, it causes you to laugh uncontrollably?" Optimus was still not quite able to believe that this was possible!
"Yep." She grinned devilishly. Just wait until she told that prankster daughter of his! Blacktop would have a field day with this one.
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They sat silently for a while. Raptor enjoyed her show of bombs and missiles, while Prime considered this whole idea of 'tickling'. Obviously, the femme had known about this and had chosen to use 'dirty tactics' to best him in their wrestling match over the remote. So perhaps he should pay her back for the torture a bit?
Though he wasn't a fast as Raptor, Optimus knew he could easily get the best of her. That is, providing he caught her by complete surprise. So he made a show of relaxing next to her on the couch.
As he noticed Raptor had gotten fully engrossed in her program, Prime readied his chassis for action. Silently he began to raise the pressure in his hydraulics so he'd have the fastest reaction.
Suddenly, he was upon her! The femme shrieked in disbelief as she found her hands trapped under him.
"You sneaky aft!" she snarled even as she chuckled. Sure, she could teleport out of the trap, but that was no fun! So she struggled to get her hands free. Knowing if she did, she could tickle the slogger mercilessly again.
Feeling like a young mech again, Optimus grinned in amusement at the trapped Seeker. "I told you never to mess with me on the ground, you'll never win." He ran his fingers very, very lightly along her wing/fuselage seam; making sure to keep it at 'sub-pleasure' levels. "And pay back is hell." This was actually quite fun! He enjoyed the sensation of her warm fuselage under his fingertips, her core temperature going up, that look on her face. Yes, almost as fun as bonding – and she was allowing him to tickle her. So she didn't think it was some kind of come-on or anything. This was great!
"You are an old devil!" she accused, as those unsettling bursts of sensation coursed through her air frame. Jerking, she tried to break free. Her intakes fluxed with her effort.
"I'm three times your weight, so you might as well give that idea up," he advised her. A gleam came to his amber optics. "If my memory serves me well, isn't a Seeker's wings their most sensitive nets?" Oh, was he going to enjoy doing this!
"Oh, you wouldn't!" she struggled harder to break free. But part of her really enjoyed this attention. If she hadn't, then she'd have simply teleported out from under him. But what Prime didn't take into account, was that humans sometimes used tickling as foreplay. So the human-sparked Seeker was enjoying it quite a bit more than he realized. And as she looked up at the mech, she figured he wasn't thinking of this as anything more than innocent fun. But she sure did like the feel of him holding her down and running his fingers over her.
Suddenly, she was overcome by laughter as Prime tapped his fingers lightly over her wings. As he increased his tickling, she writhed under him, completely helpless to her automatic reactions to the pulses of sensations.
Finally, he released her. Grabbing the remote, he changed the channel back to his movie. Settling himself back on his side of the couch, he watched her wipe her energon tears from her face. His smug smile said it all.
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