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My dearest friend,
If you don't mind,
I'd like to join you by your side.
-The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Candy Man:Wicked but talented fingers skimmed over the very drunk mech's chassis when Slipstream was sure Demolisher wasn't going to fall off the berth and hurt himself. She was positive he was still awake, she just had to make sure that he stayed that way if she wanted to get paid for this endeavor. Thrust had been very adamant that the mech be a willing participant in the interfacing and that she not molest him while he was in recharge or worse, rape him.
"Do you like this?" The Seekerette asked seductively, pinching lightly at the wiring that poked between seems and made the tank groan when she applied even more pressure.
"Y-yeah…"
Hm. Not quite as awake as she would have liked, but he was at least responding verbally. She upped the ante to get his arms moving so she could really start this so-called mission. If he could hold her so she wouldn't fall from the perch that was his groin, than she wouldn't feel guilty later. Slowly, Slipstream pressed her lips to Demolisher's mouth and slid her glossa over his, trying to entice a bolder response. All things considered, he didn't taste as bad as some of the mechs she's had a quick night of fun with, thanks to the high grade he'd downed not one hour ago.
That got a big response as his previously dimmed optics lit up considerably and his arms wrapped around her to bring her closer. She grinned into the kiss and bucked over his groin, one servo twiddling with the wires in his neck while the other looked for the latch to his interface panel.
Women's Magic:
"Thrust," Alexis hissed, vocals dulled considerably as Greyshift continued to cling to her head like a confused wombat, his tiny wings continuing to flitter as he chirped happily from his spot on her face, "This is getting really old. It's not bad enough that I've had to return these little monsters twice, but now this one is stalking me? Get it off my face!"
Doing as told before the green femme started flailing, Thrust leaned over and wrapped his servos around Greyshift's middle and pulled. When nothing happened, he tried again, but the tiny flyer held firm, giving an irritated hiss at the attempt to deprive him of this soft creature he'd gone through the other adults to get to.
"Just so you know," Thrust spoke gently, amused, "This little one is a mech. He is not an It."
"Do I look like I care?" She grumbled, crossing her arms to keep them from doing something stupid, like punch the cone head.
"I don't know," Thrsut said, "He's covering your face pretty well. He's like a space barnacle. I really wish I had a camera."
"Keep dreaming."
"Like I'd waste my dreams on you," The tactician snorted. He gave Greyshift a little tickle to the joints under his shoulders, an overly surprised squeak erupting from the sparkling and his grip easing for a fraction of a second. Thrust took that opportunity to pull back, stumbling and landing on his aft with the little one making little static laced sounds of disapproval after realizing the mistake he'd made.
Greyshift starting to whine a little and tried reaching for Alexis as her very annoyed face was finally revealed, her teal optics shuttered on after being blinded for the last two hours. The little sparkling really wanted the femme back and Thrust looked at a loss of what to do.
Carefully rising from his spot on the floor, the green mech tried to hand the little one to Alexis, but she just gave an annoyed frown and took a step back.
'Figures,' Thrust thought testily, 'I'm an acquaintance to the only femme in the universe that doesn't like sparklings.'
"Well?" Alexis started, arms still folded even as Greyshift started to tear up when it became obvious to him that she wasn't going to take him back, "You work with his dad, take him back home."
"Why don't you take him back?" Thrust almost shouted, unconsciously bringing Greyshift to his chestplates to calm the little one down. He was a ruthless Decepticon military mech, but no body, 'Bot or 'Con, could ignore a distressed sparkling for very long. It was in their programming to protect little ones and comfort them. How the post-human before him could stand seeing the sparkling like this made him wonder if she was missing a spark, or if she even had one to begin with.
"Just because I'm female doesn't mean I have magical powers over babies," The green femme said, "And I don't want him clinging to my face again. Also, I'm not a Decepticon. It's not my job."
Thrust, not thinking at all, sprung forward and placed the tiny flyer into Alexis' arms. She had no time to react as the much taller Transformer's servos let go of Greyshift and instinct kicked in to make her hold onto the him. Greyshift wasted no time in clinging to the femme's middle, purring at how soft and warm she was. He didn't even notice how she went stiff at the vibrations coming from the purring and looked up at Thrust like she wanted to rip him in half.
"You slimy, little…"
"Oh, be quiet," Thrust chuckled, "We'll take him back together. I want to see the look on Skyfire's face when he sees you again, only to also discover one of his creations has chosen a new… What was the word you humans use? Oh, yes, Mommy."
Alexis sneered at the taller flyer and started walking down the Decepticon halls, completely ignoring the many mechs who looked not only at her and Greyshift, but also at Thrust like they were mental, "You don't know what you're saying."
"I think I'll start calling you that," Thrust said devilishly as he walked beside her, avoiding the various jabs made with her elbow to his middle, "Behave mommy, the sparklings are watching. We'll make ze big zoom-zoom later."
Alexis groaned at the childish words, absently keeping her hand firmly under the sparkling as he started to drift into recharge. Why did all the mechs she knew act like pre-pubescent little boys? Still, the words that spilled from his vocalize provoked a rather witty come-back she'd been saving just for him.
"'We' as in, you and me, or 'we' as in, you and your right servo?"
Losers?:
"I have a date!"
Surprised and having not even heard the post-human enter his office, Sentinel sputtered the energon he'd just consumed, dental plates accidentally grinding against the cube he was drinking from and sending little tweaks of pain through his entire head.
Rad came right up to his sergeant's desk with the stupidest happy grin on his face ever. The blue plow had to busy himself with using the spare rag he'd started carrying around in his subspace since this nightmare that was teaching began and cleaned up the mess he'd made to keep himself from hitting the blue sports car as he started talking about his endeavor for the evening. Primus, how he wished for the days when his trainees knocked and understood how little he cared about them…
"Arcee asked me out! That's totally awesome, right?" Rad spoke, voice unusually high as the excitement ran through him like heroine, "I'm mean sure, on Earth the guy usually asks out the girl, but it's still awesome! And the best part is that it's my day off and we can stay out and do whatever we want for as long as we like-"
"Your curfew is still two o'clock in the A.M., youngling."
"Still. I mean, I didn't even know she liked me and just out of the blue she asked me out to the neutral bar at Iacon. Fantastic!"
Sentinel felt his optics flicker twice and he leaned on his arm, annoyance clearly written on his face as the teen continued.
"And the best part is that I actually have the money to pay for this. She won't have to pay for a thing, right? I mean, paying for everything is the right thing to do for the guy, right? That won't make me a chauvinistic jackass or anything?"
It took a few seconds for the sergeant to realize Rad was actually talking to him and not just at him and when the awkward silence lasted far longer than it should have, Sentinel cleared his vents and leaned forward and tried not to be too harsh as he spoke, "I haven't a fragging clue. Why are you asking me?"
"Well…um…you're my teacher?" Rad offered.
Sentinel couldn't help but give an almost hysterical chorus of laughter and leaned back into his chair before pointing at the door, "Get out of my office and go get ready."
Rad, being perhaps the only actually respectful of the younglings taught under Sentinel, gave a small bow of the head with a strained, 'yes sir,' and did just as told, departing through the door and leaving a fairly happier Sentinel behind. A little confused about what this whole thing amounted to, but happier none-the-less.
Gift From Above or Below, It All Depends Who Your Friends Are:
Still holding Wheeljacks' hands while at the same time giving her brother an evil glare, Moonracer leaned in as the substitute justice of the peace ordered and tried not to cry as leaned over at the same time for the practice kiss and-
"MOONRACER!"
Everyone in the wedding hall from the blue-green femme's brother, who coughed up the high grade energon he'd been sipping, to Firestar, Fred and Rad mocking this whole event in the front row, cringed at the voice and volume from the loud speakers. Moonracer, on the other hand, was piqued with interest as it was Sentinel's voice and a scuffling in the background that allowed her not to kiss the handsome black and gold Decepticon.
"Moonracer, this is Sentinel, your drill sergeant…obviously. I know you're in the building, so please head to the front desk and tell these morons that you invited us, before Alexis strangles the desk clerk. PLEASE."
All heads that had turned to where the speakers were positioned, turned back to look at Moonracer, including Wheeljack, and found that the femme was no longer standing in her forever-more stiff position of holding Wheeljack's servos. She was running down the aisle with her three boot camp friends, the happiest smile on her face in forever.
When they traversed the twelve hallways from the wedding room and to the front desk, they were all met with the half-amusing sight of Sentinel with a rather bored expression standing three steps away from Alexis, whom was clutching the desk for dear life with her legs, sporting the new heels Moonracer had installed, splayed out behind her. The rest of the mechs from boot camp were buzzing around looking at the art posted on the walls or in Bumblebee and Wasp's case, trying to put back up a vase they had accidentally knocked over.
Quickly and like an exuberant squirrel, Moonracer pounced on Alexis, sending them to the floor as she hugged the post-human, ignoring how pissed off the other looked as she squealed, "You came! I was so worried our plan wouldn't work! But Firestar was right! You're here for my wedding, thank you!"
Snarling, Alexis grabbed Moonracer's chin so it was no longer embedded in the crook of her chest and spoke clearly and with accusation present, "You stole my stabilizing servos to make us come to your freaking wedding! What is wrong with you?"
Moonracer's smile didn't falter, she was far too used to her teammate's disposition, "Well, Sentinel said that the rest of you wouldn't come to the wedding unless it was totally necessary. So, Firestar and I set it up for you to drive him insane until he brought everyone up. Clever, yes?"
"She still needs her stabilizing servos back, Moonie," Sentinel spoke up, standing right next to the pile of femmes.
"Will you be staying for the wedding?" The Towers femme asked almost pleadingly, despite Alexis bucking her off so she could wobble up and hold back onto the desk for support. Everyone ignored the desk clerk, Firestar's friend from her early years called Glyph, who looked on in nervous if not morbid fascination.
Sentinel rubbed the his optics a moment and then looked resigned to fate, "If you can find rooms for all of us and give Alexis back her stabilizing servos, than yes, we will stay."
The mechs from boot camp all gave a little cheer and Moonracer glomped onto Sentinel's chassis much like she had with Alexis. Sentinel stayed standing and blushed at the contact.
