Waiting
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Chapter 13
Late evening, Tranquillity lookout, Earth...
Optimus Prime's air brakes hissing loudly announced the arrival of the regal Autobot Commander at the lookout. He sat in the middle of the clearing with his engine rumbling while Arcee pulled up next to him. When his scanners brought up no signs of humans anywhere nearby, he began transforming, knowing that Arcee would copy him. He stood upright and stretched out his arms and chest.
Finishing her transformation from sleek Lotus sports car into a slender femme, Arcee eyed off the spectacular view, "Nice." Her head moved slowly from side to side to scan the panoramic view. "Reminds me of home."
"Yes." Prime admired the vibrant city lights stretching out before them in the darkness. Lights which bore a moderate resemblance to what Cybertron looked like at night. "I haven't been here for quite a while."
Arcee glanced at him curiously, "Why not? This used to be your favourite place to sit and think."
The tall mech lowered his gaze from the view, looking at where the cliff in front of them dropped off into the ravine below, "This place represented hope and a new start for us. I broadcast my message into the universe to bring the other Autobots here, and I imagined many femmes and mechs coming down from the sky to join up with us." His optics tracked up to the horizon. "When that failed to happen... I became melancholic about the future of our race. Our species." He sighed, shaking his head, "And this place then represented to me the lost hope that I bore the burden of." Arcee jumped when his hand came down to rest on her shoulder. His optics glowed their familiar blue down at her. "Thank you. You have been selfless and honorable with your willingness to go beyond the call of duty and agree to help us all with the continuation of our species."
Arcee tilted her head back and smiled at him. "I'm not doing all this honorable stuff on my own, you know. You're the other half to this equation." Being bold, she reached out one hand and patted his thick groin armor suggestively, "This little mech needs to get to work."
Optimus gaped at her. Recovering himself, he blinked his optic shutters at her, deciding that if she was going to be that way, so would he. He hadn't spent several millennia around Ironhide without picking up some of his characteristics. "Hmmm. 'Little', did you say?" He spread his thighs apart. "There is nothing 'little' behind my armor, femme." He thrust his hips more prominently out in front of him and put an expression of male pride on his face. "Little is for sparklings, not mature mechs."
She laughed at him, "C'mon Mr Mojo, weren't you planning to do something special with me tonight? With the Twins and Ironhide on the other side of the country?"
His smile was soft and genuine, "Yes. I was thinking-"
"Ooo, no, don't do that, thinking gets in the way," Arcee purred, leaning on his waist and interrupting him.
He tapped his index finger on her head, "Quiet femme. I was thinking we could start with visiting the wash racks," he waggled a finger at her, "to wash my shoulder out, that is all. I like to have a body which is limber and clean before I start anything with a female."
Arcee winked one optic at him, "Sounds good. Race you back to the base! Last one at the wash racks has to do all the washing!" She transformed in the blink of an optic and shot away up the dirt road.
Grinning to himself, Optimus took his time with folding down into his truck mode, engaging his engine and moving casually off down the road. If he got to the base last that meant he was washing her; something that fitted in well with his plans for the special job they were going to do together.
Prime took some time to duck into his quarters and tidy up once he was back at the base. He was clean and neat by nature but he wanted to have everything just right in case this was the night that resulted in a sparkling. As Ironhide would no doubt have put it, 'Mount up and go for a ride!'. Crude fragger. He strode down the hall towards the wash racks, and as he turned the corner he could already hear the sounds of someone cleaning themselves. He hoped it was Arcee, and not Ratchet doing some body maintenance...
In the washracks...
Arcee sighed to herself, pushing her head back and letting the cleansing fluid pour over her face and down over her body armor. She felt relaxed and at peace. Funny that. She had thought that when it came right down to it, she would be nervous as the pit at the prospect of being intimate with someone as important and legendary as Optimus Prime. Her fuel tank was fluttery, yes, and she wasn't totally sure about Prime's ability to interface with her. He was a mech – definitely! - but what kind of mech? Get on top, insert himself, expose his spark, and that was it? All over in a matter of Earth minutes with him flat out recharging next to her afterwards while she stared up at the ceiling and thought, 'Is that it'? Or maybe he'd be a complete gentlemech, sending her soaring on a cloud of ecstasy and making her scream with passion while a tiny sparkling orb began to form within her chest.
She smirked. If that was the outcome she wanted, it would be desirable if she removed her outer armor and presented herself to him in her protoform – with a few select pieces of her armor intact on her groin and her chest. It was always nice to unwrap a nice package, so to speak. The last bits were for him to play with. She smiled as her armor disengaged and compacted itself around her body so the delicate curves of her protoform were largely naked. She held her arms out and inspected herself. Perfect. Just perfect. Bring it on, Prime, this femme was ready to go!
Optimus entered the tiled room slowly, his optics sweeping the dimly lit room. Three more strides and he peeked momentarily into the occupied stall. FRAG! His jaw hung open. That was... that was... Primus! He ducked back around the corner with his hands over his mouthplates to smother himself. That definitely was NOT Ratchet! The CMO didn't have hips like that. Or such sexy legs. Or a back that curved so intimately into his waist that Prime just knew he could encircle it with his hands. And Ratchet did NOT wear his armor in pieces so narrow, that only the thinnest of metal was covering his lower parts, and across his chest. Prime's optics closed and he groaned silently. Frag it. Inside that cleaning stall was the hottest femme to ever have come out of Cybertron. And she was waiting for him.
Prime could feel his male interface begin to stir and put pressure on his groin armor. His spark was thrumming along inside his chest, playing a melody that set the tune for his interface to react to. Well, this was it. He straightened himself up. Put his shoulders back. Let his hands hang loosely by his sides. Held his head high – and peeked around the corner again. Frag. She was gorgeous. Noiselessly, he stepped back to the door and slid it shut, engaging the lock so that whatever happened, they wouldn't be disturbed.
A light feminine laugh echoed off the walls. "Come inside, Optimus. I've been waiting for you." Arcee glanced coyly at him over her shoulder. "I won. You lost. This femme needs attending to, so get down to it, my big mech."
Eons of battlefield experience amounted to exactly – bugger all, as Major Lennox would have declared. None of his experiences were sufficient to deal with a hot wet femme waiting for him to put his hands all over her metal. Hanging onto his courage, he stepped up behind Arcee.
"You started without me."
"Mmm," Arcee stroked her hand over her shoulder, rubbing in the cleanser. "I thought I'd do some of this for you. I don't want to tire you out. There is so much of me to -" she slid her hand down her own abdomen and let it settle on the front of her groin, "-wash."
Optimus' CPU presented him with a naughty idea. Femmes weren't the only ones who could mess around with the placement of their armor. His CPU sent several commands to his armor. Some of it retracted, some of it compacted, and other parts of it... disappeared. Not sure what to expect, he glanced down at himself. Holy Primus. He was certainly naked and slim-lined now! Even he hadn't thought he'd look THAT good! Just to start things off on more of an equal playing field, he stepped into the space next to Arcee and activated the cleansers. Let her notice him first. See how she reacted. Unless her CPU surged and she fainted, then it would be up to him to carry her back to his quarters to recover.
Arcee glanced at him standing next to her. He was supposed to be cleaning her! What was he – son of a pitspawn! Her optics frizzled, emitting a few sparks. How the pit had he done that? She felt like Primus himself had stepped up next to her, ripped all of his armor off, and was waiting for femmes to swoon at his feet. Prime had been handsome before – now he was in a different league. Her hands began to shake.
"Something wrong?" Optimus asked smoothly, and glanced sideways at her, liquid streaming down his chest, past his hips, and diverting around the only piece of armor left on his lower body, a thin solitary strip of metal covering the place where his interface was tucked away. The only other significant armor left on his body was a t-shaped piece covering his shoulders and swooping down the middle of his chest. Sunstreaker would hang his head in shame and throw in his resignation as an Autobot and join the Decepticons.
"I... I..."
"Yes? What is the matter?" Optimus graciously held his hand out towards her when it appeared that she may collapse at the knees.
"Y-Your... where..."
"I think it's time I washed you, you've missed bits." Optimus plucked a rag from the shelf on the wall and turned to face her. "Turn to face me."
Arcee followed his command. She stood in front of him with her optics racing in long lines up and down his torso. His major hydraulics, his thick muscle cables, the compact bunch of rippled power cells in his abdomen, every powerful ridge and line in his body was worshipped by her adoring gaze. If only Prime had stripped down like this when he had first approached her about producing a sparkling. It would've saved her many Earth months of thinking time. She would've had him shoved onto his back upon her berth while she clambered on top of him and got down to business. She was vaguely aware of his large hands gliding over her body and rubbing at all of the dirty spots she'd missed.
"Turn around Arcee."
She did so. Good thing, too. She'd been about to reach out with her fingers and rip off that silly, tiny piece of metal covering his maleness between his legs.
"Anything sore here?" Optimus asked gently, roving his hands up and down her back. Checking not just for dirt but also cracks, misaligned parts and worn hardware.
"No..." Arcee emitted breathlessly.
"Good."
His hands on her body were setting her on fire. This was the most incredible experience. Why hadn't she approached him before about being berth partners? She'd held herself back from most of the base crew, not wanting to show favor with any of them and ignite jealousy wars.
The sound of a piece of metal hitting the ground brought her out of her musings. She lifted an optic ridge, checking her HUD for errors. "Was that you or me dropping a part?"
"Oh. Oops. That was me. Don't turn around, my crotch covering has, shall we say, parted ways with my crotch. I'm uncovered."
She squeaked and held her hands to her chest. "Oh. Really?"
A low rumble came back at her. "Really."
"Uh huh. That's just less for me to rip off you then isn't it." She grinned broadly. "I'm turning around now, don't worry I've seen everything you have before."
Not like this, you haven't! Optimus thought frantically. He covered his nakedness with one hand, "Wait, I'm not-"
"Don't be silly, you are a big mech, are you not, Optimus?" Arcee purred, facing him head on by spinning around on one foot.
A VERY big mech, Optimus vented to himself anxiously. He didn't want to scare her!
Arcee's optic ridges rose up her forehead. Yes, her bold and smexy Commander was holding one of his hands over his bared interface while the other was clasping his missing crotch plating. Oh. Now she saw the reason why he hadn't wanted her to turn around. His interface housing wasn't just bare, from the way Prime was holding his hand vertically above his groin and covering the lower half of his abdomen, his interface was fully erect.
"You know," Arcee began, forcing herself to lift her optics up to look at him in the face instead of trying to make her x-ray vision work so she could see through his shielding hand, "if we are going to have a sparkling together, I am going to have to see what you look like down there. Well, everywhere, if we're being realistic."
Prime's bright blue optics dimmed as he processed that. He looked down at himself, lifting his hand outwards so he could see what he had down there but she couldn't. Yet. He'd seen himself plenty of times, once a day, at least, and now he was looking at himself from her point of view. He was big. Very big. He had experience with a femme blanching at his size once he had revealed himself, and backing out of being on his berth. He had consoled himself with the fact that every other femme he'd been with he'd deliberately turned into a puddle of cooing, shuddering, screaming-in-ecstasy, goo.
"I know you locked the door. I heard you. No one can enter and see us being intimate." She raised herself up onto the points of her feet and cupped his cheekplate with her hand, smiling at him. He turned his face into her small palm. She was right. So very right. She returned his searching, questioning expression with an encouraging smile. Her small femme hand slowly reached out and rested on top of his hand, the one that was covering himself. "Let me see. Please?"
Optimus dropped the metal he had been trying to cover himself with onto the shelf next to them. "I hadn't planned on doing this in the wash racks, but if you would like to see, er, all of me, I can accommodate your request."
Arcee watched him angle his thighs apart to support himself. She held herself still. Waiting.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Optimus spread open his fingers; paused for maximum effect; and pulled his hand completely away from himself... and waited.
(Yes, I am sadistic enough to make you wait until the next chapter is posted. Isn't it good to be an author? LOL)