Kalomel decided that Thundercracker had either gotten way more fond of her over the last twelve hours or he had been assigned as her keeper by Starscream or Skywarp or perhaps both. She went in the morning after her return to her duty station and worked her assigned shift work, manufacture of minor cogs and parts was the only thing that got her mind off the three for a while, and that task only lasted for a few hours. Leaving the other four after she adjusted Rumble's shoulder assembly and repaired the servos that gave him his unusual strength to contemplate her mates. They excited her, there was no doubt, but she was sure they would be angry at her soon enough.
A good girl did not put out on the first or even up to the third date. A good girl held out or a man of worth who made it to at least the fourth date. The Trine could surely do it, either as individuals or collectively, or even both ways, but Kalomel felt hesitant to inform them of this. Thundercracker came and lifted her into his taloned hand with a flick of his wrist servos that was becoming all to familiar. She blurted out her feelings before the lift doors had even closed, then she waited in horror for what was to come. Blood pumping in her veins so loudly she could barely hear him at first over the roaring, she had to ask Thundercracker to repeat himself.
"With such a mating as ours will be Kalomel Nichols, I would think that many adjustments mental and physical must be made. I in truth did not expect that of you, though had you wished to discover what there is of me sooner then later I would not have protested!"
"Classic."
Thundercracker smirked at her reply.
" So how does this work in the case of a smaller mech being the mate of a much larger mech?"
"The process is not complicated. The larger mech and the smaller mech entwine module tubing and cables very carefully and then either simply run their data-stream frequencies until they sync as they would in each others ports or insert into their own ports."
"Do larger and smaller mechs attempt to breed outside of making a body for the all spark to enspark?"
"Occasionally they are enamored of each other enough to try such things. Usually it is with the larger mech as the carrier as the smaller mech would not be able to carry the larger mech's offspring. Normally though it is rare for any who are not of a flight capable build such as ourselves to enspark. Most ground build mechs consider it crude."
"I'd imagine it is so, although that is extremely ignorant on their part. They think they can pretty much adopt a kid and be good parents. In reality a parent goes through a lot of pain to raise young. The birth just prepares one."
"Will you seek out a co parent and attempt to breed at some point then?"
"No."
"Normally those of your kind who made such a statement would be unable to resist adding excuses to it. With you it is just no."
"That's right Screamer. It's simply No."
"Why?"
"Little obeyed tenant of my faith says to let your yes be yes and your no be no. Jesus himself said to leave off the qualifiers. So I leave them off."
Starscream walked with them from the lift to Skywarp's door. The mech who dwelled there was leaning up against the doorway arch,thus preventing it from closing.
"So if asked now your answer to us wishing to mate with you would be no?"
"That is correct."
"Because we have not performed the rituals of courting your kind sometimes requires?"
"Yes."
"Ah Mel! If you wanted to go out on a date with me why didn't you ask me huh?"
"Idiot. On this planet only very recently have the femmes started asking their opposite to go on companionable pre-mating outings."
"Screamer's right Sky. Kalomel is a traditional girl. That would mean that as mechs it is our role to do the planning and the asking with some various forms of input from her and come up with a pleasurable outing or three."
"Apiece."
"Say again Mel?"
"Three dates Apiece and three group outings. Sneaking me out on missions, taking me with you to get my food and toiletries, or on a mission when I am required does not count. Not that I would not enjoy it anyway but actual dates are not activities of sheer advantage."
"Very particular is our Junior Medic. We will of course comply."
"Yeah we will. Not like we have much of a choice here. Not only would she be upset but there are several Mechs on board this half submerged space submarine that would hand us our afts for making her upset."
"I would hand you your afts for making her upset as well you two."
"Thanks Thunder. I appreciate the backup."
"Of course Kalomel."
The third day since her return went well overall. Hook had required a minor repair that precluded him later having to have an overhaul if he did the repair right away. He had trusted her to do the mending of his internal system without any verbal or holographic instruction. This was a huge step for Kalomel and she knew it. She completed the repair perfectly and with thirty minutes in the allotted time frame left over. She shut his paneling and knew that her duty shift had ended early and that Hook had expected it to end up that way. Nothing was left over for her to do and even had she finished the repair on time she would have been out of duties hours early.
One shutter of an Optic was all hook spared her as he banished her back to the Seeker's hallway. She galloped back there at full speed, nearly taking off a portion of Frenzy's plating on the way by him. Had she seen the amused glitter in his optics she might have not bothered to try and miss.
Skywarp had indeed been the originator of the idea to include Kalomel in their Trine. So in spite of his native rank being higher, Starscream deeded the first recreation slot opening that the Trine had to his mate for Kalomel and Skywarp's 'first date.' He watched as 'Warp polished and polished some more until his chrome and all plainly metallic surfaces shone in the dim lighting of his quarters. Then he switched to the polish rag and type of glossing polish for paint. This was a more difficult procedure as the parts bearing his famous Purple glittery paint color were hard for the mech to reach himself. Starscream did not need to be asked. He picked up the second cloth meant for a paint polish helper and got started.
Polishing was a very intimate task to have a helper for. He purred when he sensed the polarizing of some of his systems. It had been a long time since his mate had a chance to perform an in depth personal maintenance solely for appearances and not vital systems instead. He looked incredible. He finally understood why humans said that someone looked good enough to eat. If he could devour Skywarp and hold him inside his chassis close to his spark for always he certainly would. Starscream gave his mate a last few buffs of the polish rag with a sigh. This particular cycle was Kalomel's if it was anyone's at all.
It would be best to not mention it or give any hint of his nearly painful levels of arousal. Sky never left one of his mates unsatisfied. It was part of his coding to give a great deal as a lover and take only the bare minimum in return. He would have to wait and transfer all this excess energy into Thundercracker in return for same.
Kalomel came back to Skywarp's quarters dressed as he had specified for their outing. Well not exactly as specified, but within specified parameters. He had told her to expect to be out in the sun for a goodly amount of time and that it would be hot and involve a large body of water that would reflect the rays of the sun in her face. So sunglasses were currently on her head pushed back into her hair, sunscreen had been liberally applied to every exposed surface and she was smiling because she knew she looked great in this outfit. The bikini was not as revealing of her backside as other types might be but it was a bright green with little yellow and blue stripes at seemingly random spots on it and the top had the same with a silver outline of a hibiscus on the left breast. It looked good and the colors would be more noticeable to the optic settings Skywarp normally used then reds and purples might be.
A fold-able straw hat a couple of beach towels were stowed in her beach bag along with the rest of the sunscreen and a few bottles of water. There was also a shirt and shorts for later if she felt she was being too scorched not to cover herself up.
"I have the other equipment you will require in my subspace compartment. I can place your bag there as well if you like."
"Yes please, Sky."
They got on the lift with her in Sky's hand and held level with his spark. She could hear the energetic hum of his electric soul spinning about in its chamber, but only just, the way you can hear your partners breathing in the silence of the very early hours of the morning. It soothed her and she relaxed in his palm with a sigh.
Skywarp looked down when he heard the ventilation from his small fleshling mate. She was sprawled out in his palm, every sign of stress that had been in her had vanished. Her muscles had lost the tight hold they had been keeping that caused discomfort and various 'aches' in her flesh if not countered regularly.
He was almost hesitant to move her, because he suddenly understood that it was the sound of his functioning Spark going through its regular rotations like a small planetoid in his chest that had soothed her so. They had reached the launch room though and they did need to leave.
She was still alert enough despite her relaxed state to pop up and hop off his hand before he had to verbally alert her to their present location. She settled into the seat of his alternate mode and made a startled noise.
"Since when did you get so plush eh Sky?"
"My Mates deserve the best in all things Kalomel. Comfortable seating is the least I can do for you."
Kalomel settled into the very comfortable seat and sighed contentedly. It seemed to eagerly mold to her shape. She grinned and accused Sky teasingly of trying for a free grope.
"Massage maybe but a free grope? No way oh adorably squishy yet sublime one. Not going to happen because Cracker would crack me, and hard I'd imagine."
"So it being inappropriate doesn't matter as much as the punishment you would get for doing it and getting caught by your crazy mate?"
"It does, but I am a Decepticon. Right and wrong blur very often when we do what we do."
"Honorable behavior should not be so easily discarded Sky…"
"And yet it is. Would you rather I be honorable or that I come back safely from my missions?"
"Certainly I would rather have you back."
"Sometimes that is the only way I return is because I out and out cheat in a fight. Ground pounders have a huge advantage in weight, armor thickness, and sometimes in reach in hand to hand combat. The only way to win is to cheat in any and all ways you can think of."
"Forget that I said anything. I honestly had no idea…"
"No My Sublime One, you certainly do not. Combat is not something you will ever see if we are all very blessed by Primus."
"One can but hope but when you said that I got the feeling that someone out there in the far flung universe was regretfully shaking their head. Odds are thus in favor of it happening, not it not happening to be so."
"Slag."
"Agreed."
The water was crystalline blue and tropical in nature. When asked where they were Skywarp gave a negative reply and would not answer. However she had seen enough of her neighbors postcards to know Caribbean blue water when she saw it. Pleased with her conclusion regardless of if it was right or not, she accepted some of the gear that he pulled out of subspace before he transformed back into his alt mode.
Kalomel was holding a snorkeling mask and a pair of fins in one hand and a fishing tackle set and a bucket of bait in the other. She stood on a convenient rock to step back up on a wing. Once she was safely in the middle of the wing, Skywarp started to drift slowly out over the water. The Jet Bot was barely even using any fuel burn at all. Instead he was using a force field generator to make himself into a triangular hovercraft.
Skywarp had left his canopy open in order that she could hear him speak to her relatively more easily compared to when it was shut. She laughed at the jokes he told as she drew fish in and through them into an open subspace compartment full of water he had made for this purpose. Fish seemed drawn to his hovercraft field somehow. Kalomel would analyze it later. Right now she was intent on catching herself some fresh protein to fry over flames on the beach of the small island where Skywarp had landed them before drifting out over the water. She had three good sized fish and was about to drop down into the water to swim when suddenly an alarm rang in the open cockpit of her mate's Alt mode ,and in sharp cybertronian syllables he insisted she get back in side and fast! Her fate sense was kicking up a storm so Kalomel less then agilely clamored back inside the sentient Jet.
"Sorry mate of mine, but our date has just been spoiled by the Military of the region."
"I suppose I will have to have another date some other time for you to have a chance at making it up to me then?"
"Supposedly so."
Kalomel sighed as they soared over Islands she would like to have had the time to walk the beaches of, and leaned into the seat that seemed to soften and caress her gently. Soon enough the day in the sun when she had spent so much time underwater and in minimal lighting, caught up with her and Kalomel drifted off to sleep.
{A/N: all the whole while this chapter just fought with me and fought with me. I didn't give up and I fought onwards for you my dear readers. So here is this argumentative chapter for ya in all its slightly less then glorious glory. *squints in annoyance then disappears*}