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Note : Like I...think I've stated before, I don't know much of jack squat outside of the movie-verse. So...I'm going to include someone being pregnant at some point, and it's not going to last long, by human standards. I don't know how long Transformer pregnancies would be like, or how the berthing would go.
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Solabyte - LOL I have had a few mentions it was unexpected. -.-' Trust me, that goes for me too. I didn't know I was going to write it until I wrote it and sat staring at the screen blankly. lol.
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(The Next Evening, Bella's POV)
Turning sideways, I pulled down on my top a little, before making a face and pulling up on it, trying to hide at least some of my bust. Frowning slightly, I eyed my body, which had grown more muscular over the last month. Solid battle training with Ironhide, and learning some very basic medics from Ratchet had left me more toned and fit.
Except for that tiny lump in my stomach.
It wasn't really noticeable, except to my eyes, and I found myself running my hand over it curiously. Shaking off the thought, I pulled up slightly on my jeans, and turned away from the mirror, blaming the bulge on the added muscle all over my body.
I wore my hair down and curly, with lots of black eye makeup and a cherry red lipstick, with my usual black corset top and jeans combo. Checking on Sunfire, whom Prowl was more than happy to watch over, and seemed to be good at, despite his apparent lack of a sense of humor, I sighed longingly. A small part of me wondered if I'd ever be able to give Ratchet a sparkling of our very own. A biological daughter, or son.
Then I pushed the thought to the back of my mind with a grin and wave to Prowl as I turned and dashed across the darkened base, running out into the hangar and jumping against the hood of the Hummer. I didn't jump on it, but pressed my body against it firmly.
He insisted that he'd no longer allow me to go off alone, without him. He just didn't seem to trust the others with protecting me, or me in being alone. Apparently, I was a huge disaster magnet.
Arms around my waist pulled me off, against a warm, hard body. I turned slowly, admiring the dark yellow button up shirt and black jeans Ratchet wore. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, however. No matter how hard he tried, Ratchet was a medic first and foremost, and he looked the part. Then again, I couldn't find it in me to complain. I loved the way the thin gold-framed glasses made his intelligent blue eyes stand out. I'd managed to get him to change his hair to a dark, sandy blonde though, which took a few years off his holoform.
"You look good." He complimented me, and the sincerity ringing over the bond only reassured me.
I nodded, kissing his lips gently and pulling away with a giggle, knowing he'd grown to like kissing, especially in this form with more flexible lips and tongues. "As do you." Taking his hand, I led him to the driver side of the Hummer, before climbing in and settling myself in the passenger side. I could have gone around, like any normal person, but this way he had a very nice view of my assets, and judging by the searing heat and desire coming from the link, he realized that too.
As I settled in, I didn't even bother reaching for the seatbelt, as Ratchet had taken it upon himself to belt me in, whenever I rode inside him. The belt slid around my waist, the metal buckle of it gliding almost teasingly across my stomach, before clipping into place on my left side.
I shot Ratchet a look. "Watch it. I know how to handle you, remember?" I smirked, watching as holo-Ratchet's eyes went wide, and a strong wave of lust shot through our link, before he shook himself. "Keep that up, and we'll be late to the new club." I wagged a finger in his face when he shot me a hopeful look. "And we promised Maur that we'd go. Remember the twins' threat if we didn't?"
"That they'd weld me to my medical berth if we didn't?" He chuckled. "I'm not worried. I'll have you and Sunfire with me."
My heart swelled at his words, still trying to adjust to the love between us. It was so much more powerful than anything I'd ever felt or thought I'd feel. "Well then..." Clearing my throat, I gave an evil smirk. "If we don't get there by oh..." I raised my hand and made a show of checking the watch I wore. The very same watch Optimus had given me a short while ago. "Eleven ten... You won't be getting any. For a long, long time."
He blinked and frowned, even as the Hummer backed out of the hangar and headed to the docks, where a boat was waiting for us. "'Getting any' what?"
I began to laugh. I'd almost forgotten that they didn't tend to know our sayings. Turning to him, I caught his holo-eyes and my smirk widened. "Sparking. Overloading. Personal time." His eyes widened and I laughed again. "Exactly."
Then I squealed as the Hummer speed up, very nearly racing towards the boat. I could feel the amusement leaking through our bond, so I knew he wasn't serious, but the fact that he was playing along at all was enough to make me laugh, even as I pressed back into the seat. He then slowed and boarded the boat, remaining in his alternate mode for the fourty minute ride.
As I sat back, I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the warm hum of energy running through his body, and how soft and comfortable the seats were. Even as a hand brushed against my arm lightly, I only turned my face towards him and peeked one eye open with a smile.
"Are you alright?" He was simply asking, which I was grateful for, since when I finally figured out the tingling I would sometimes feel under his stare was his scanning, I gave him what for, because of it. It was just so violating when he'd do that without asking, first.
Nodding a little, I grasped his hand with my own. "Just relaxed." Then I frowned as I sat up. I tapped the belt, and he retracted it, allowing me to get up. As I crossed over to him, I grinned devilishly, and slid down into his lap, curling up and relaxing once again. "Hm... I like this better."
I felt the warm body vibrating with a quiet laugh, even as Ratchet wrapped his holo-arms around me, holding me close. The warmth, the smell, and the comforting sensation were all enough to lull me into a light sleep for the ride.
(Later)
A hand shaking my shoulder was what woke me. Blinking my eyes, I yawned a little and sat up, still feeling slightly heavy and tired. Huh, it is getting close to my time for an energon refil. Smiling, I reached out, grasped the yellow collar in front of me, and pulled Ratched into a deep kiss, seizing his bottom lip between mine, and suckling on it a little, before biting into it gently.
I felt the interior of the Hummer heat noticeably, and smirked as I finally pulled away, raising an eyebrow at the reluctant look on his face. "What?"
He eyed me a long moment, before his eyes darted to my lips. He licked his own, a habit he'd picked up since I'd taken to teaching him about kissing in this form, and then he closed his eyes, sighing. "We're here." He almost grumbled it, even as his holoform turned away and opened the driver side door and hopped out.
I felt my own reluctance building, but mentally beat it down as he turned to me. I realized I was back in the passenger seat, and climbed out, bending forward as I climbed through the cab and out of the driver side. I felt intrigue and lust hit me, and looked up, only to realize Ratchet's gaze was fixed on my breasts, pushing against my top. While they were...alien things to him, he was more than eager to learn all about them, even as I taught him about his own holo-body.
And just because he's a super advanced alien robot, who could Google anything in 0.01 seconds with ease, there's a difference between looking something up, and actually experiencing it.
"What're you thinking of?" His eyes were narrowed warily as we walked towards a large set of double doors, where booming music and loud voices could be heard.
I smirked as we stopped a few feet away, waving to Maurice, who had Rika on her leash, and Bumblebee, who seemed to be waiting awkwardly. What's with him? These places seem to embarrass him and make him feel awkward, but he just keeps coming back for more? I guessed it was the company. That or the twins said something, and I needed to beat them down for it. "Wouldn't you like to know. What does it matter?" Turning to Ratchet, I attached the leash that would mark him as my slave, even as Arcee arrived and sidled past us, towards Bumblebee. Oh yeah, it's definitely the company. "We're here." Biting my lip, I waved a finger in his face, before reaching out and tapping his cheek. "A kiss, my pet?"
Ratchet as a submissive.
Something I thought that, no matter how long I lived, I'd ever get to see. He just didn't have the personality for it. But here he was, trying. I had to give him props.
Even as he raised an eyebrow, a look of understanding came over him and he nodded, his look turning awkward. "Yes." He leaned forward, but I put my hand ove his mouth and raised an eyebrow, sending disappointment over the link but remaining silent to see if he got it. It took him a minute. "Oh! Right. Yes, mistress." He nodded, looking for all the world like he'd rather be dissecting himself than going through with the submissive thing.
Then he leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine.
I kissed him back, molding my lips against his and then swiping my lip over his pouty lower lip before pulling back with a smile. "Very nice. Time to go meet the others." Turning, I grasped the leash, completely aware that Ratchet was receiving the full effect all my rampant thoughts were having on me, but it couldn't be helped, really. I had him on a leash, and he had to do whatever I told him to, within reason. The idea was....intoxicating, and I had more than my fair share of naughty thoughts.
There was a low groan. "Bella..."
With a giggle, I sidled up to the bouncer, flashing him my modified ID, that listed me as part of the military, before leading my man by him. This club was far larger than the other, and no where near as private. Nerves creeped up on me, and I felt the warmth of Ratchet pressing against me, behind me, his arms coming up to mine. Slipping into my usual role, I looked over my shoulder with a smirk, and raised an eyebrow. "Who said you could touch me?" The utterly apalled feeling that washed over me had me laughing. "Subs have rules, Ratchet. If you want to be rewarded, follow them."
He frowned slightly, before slowly and hesitantly lowering his eyes to the floor.
I felt sympathy towards him, hating that he had to feel this discomfort, but it was the easiest way to stay close to me. While he didn't really have a submissive personality, neither did I, and I had far more experience being a dominant.
A small laugh escaped me as I walked further into the club, and I felt Ratchet's curiosity peak at the sound. Then again... Ratchet can be pretty dominant when he wants, too. I was thinking of his attitude when he's in the med bay, dominant over all the others, and not afraid to show it. Looking over my shoulder, I kept my lips curled into a smirk, and sent approval over our link to see his eyes still fixed on the ground. Maybe I'll let him be my dominant sometime.
He stiffened at the sensation rolling through our link, and I bit my lip, controlling myself as I turned back around. I walked over to the bar and sat down on a tall stool, pulling Ratchet to me, and having him stand between my legs, facing the dance floor in front of us with his back to me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaning my head on one as we watched the twins and Maurice and Bumblebee and Arcee dancing. They weren't in a circle, like before, but in their own separate groups.
"What is it about this place that makes you so uncomfortable?" I asked, almost whispering into his ear. I felt him shiver, and felt my lips twitch in response, pulling back up into the smirk that seemed almost fixed to my face tonight.
He remained silent, but peering around his shoulder, I noticed he looked a little wary and confused. My smirked turned into a gentle smile as I trailed my fingertips across the side of his throat, feeling him swallow against them. "You can speak, and look at me."
He did so, frowning slightly, and I could feel his unease. "This place is just...perplexing. People harm each other, and like it." He frowned deeper. "And some even perform acts that are supposed to be intimate and private in the open."
"Some people like that sort of thing." I looked back, pointing to the twins as they danced close, like usual. "Some people love to be the center of attention, and aren't afraid to push boundaries to get it. Some just like the thrill of doing something they were taught was forbidden or taboo." I then pointed to a dominant, whose submissive was chained in a corner, their arms stuck over their head. I watched as he whipped her, and the look of lust in her eyes as he did so. "Some like the sense of danger it can provide, and some, for reasons not even I understand, like mild pain."
"I understand..." His frown never faded. "But I don't think I will ever understand why."
Oh, really...? A particularly evil idea came to mind, and I grinned as I pushed him away. "Eyes on the floor, lover boy." I ordered as I got up. I led him over to the dance floor, and pulled him against me as we began to sway and twist to the music. I caught the wariness and uncertainty in his emotions as I pressed up against him, rubbing deliberately.
The response was immediate, and I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, even as my hands roamed his sides, and chest. I caressed the area where his spark would be on his real body, and felt him gasp and groan, the desire leaking through our bond as his hands came to my own waist.
"Do you really not understand why?" I whispered into his ear, allowing my hands to roam over the most sensitive of his receptors, knowing exactly what I was doing. I pressed up against him again, and felt his physical reactions to my ministrations. "Well, do you?"
His eyes were closed, when I looked, and his lips pressed tightly into a thin line, even as I felt him fight for control.
Always has to be in control... I smirked and pulled on the leash, pressing my lips to the false pulse point in his neck and suckling on the artificial skin. My fingers trailed over the small piece of exposed flesh at the collar of his throat, to where I'd memorized the red cable to be, if he was in his real body. He shivered, and I licked his throat. "Well? Are you going to make me ask again?"
Confusion leaked through the lust in our bond, before realization hit. "Uh... Bella, we shouldn't be doing this..." He gasped a little as I leaned in and kissed him deeply, still fingering the areas I knew would get him most.
"And why not? Everyone else is." I practically purred, feeling hot. Something flashed in my vision, but as I pulled away to focus on it, it disappeared before I could catch it.
"What's wrong?"
I still felt strangely heavy, but pushed it off as having a hard day training with Ironhide. He'd since calmed down and I hadn't taken any hits, but I did have a pretty hard workout. Concern prickled at the corner of my mind, and I looked up to find Ratchet looking at me in worry. Raising an eyebrow, I folded my arms over my chest. "Who gave you permission to look up?" I sent reassurance through our bond, even though I still felt his lingering doubt.
Jerking the leash I frowned at him, still firmly in the roll of Mistress B. He lowered his head, his eyes going to the floor.
Leaning in, I sighed and touched his chin, kissing his lips gently as we continued to dance. The heaviness seemed to stick around, but I ignored it in favor of getting lost in those endless blue eyes. "Ratchet, have I told you lately I love you?" I smiled as he seemed to blink in surprise. "I really am ok." I insisted.
He seemed to stare at me a long moment, as if debating that for himself. Finally, he hesitantly nodded, though clearly not happy about it. I knew a part of him itched to scan me and tell for himself, but for the sake of my privacy and trust, he held himself back. Leaning in, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his pleasantly warm body. "I love you too."
I leaned into the embrace, swaying as a slower song came on, and relaxing into his embrace, feeling for all the world like nothing could touch me in the safety of his embrace.
We remained like that until the place closed, just relaxing in each other's embrace, and blocking all the worries of the world out of our minds.
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