Okay, so I know the ending is a little cheesy; but I wanted to display an emotional sense of acceptance and comfort, so you'll forgive me if it's a little fairy tale-ish (After all, OP is the perfect gentleman; a real 'knight in shining armour' hahahaha)
Anyhow this chapter; despite being a little on the shorter side, is pretty gosh darn awesome. Since you guys are being so gosh-darn patient in waiting for the lemons, I decided to throw a little make-out session your way to tide you over!
As usual, kissing scenes; especially those with sexual back-play, are still very new to me; so your feedback is REALLY, REALLY appreciated. I need to know what I'm doing right or wrong to improve!
Enjoy ;)
P.S. Megatron is illiterate HAHAHA!
It had required very little effort on his part to carry Tessa through the house.
Under her bleary, sleep-laden guidance, he found the room that they were staying in without the need to turn on any lights; given that he could see in the dark. Since her family assumed he was human; they had thought that he would be sharing the room with Tess; not knowing for even a second that he was actually the Peterbilt rested outside the house.
With a soft sigh, he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him without turning on the light at all; not wanting to wake anyone else in the home.
As he lowered her feet to the floor and held a protective arm around her waist, he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed; suddenly remembering that humans apparently did not like to stasis in their 'day clothes'. Standing before her as she sat on the bed, he gently grasped her chin between the Holoform's thumb and forefinger and guided her face to look up at him.
"Tessa," he said gently, trying to rouse her, "where are the sleeping clothes?"
She cracked her eyes open slightly, regaining some of her comprehension upon realizing that Optimus needed her help. Pointing weakly at the chest of drawers across from them, she murmured, "shirts and shorts…second drawer…" then she leaned forward, tucking her legs under her bottom and propping her elbows on her knees; resting her head in her hands sleepily.
Obediently, the Prime reluctantly left her side; worried she might fall over if he let her go. However she seemed just fine in her current position, and so he opened the second set of drawers, pulling out something he assumed would fit her. It was a pair of baggy, blue cotton boxer shorts and a dark grey t-shirt. Both items would probably be too large for her; given that they seemed to belong to her father, but he concluded that they would have to do. Quietly crossing the carpet, he stood before her and tenderly ran a hand through her hair.
"You need to change your clothing," he said gently, "I have them here…would you like me to wait outside the door?"
To his surprise, she lolled her head lazily against her chest and raised her arms over her head sleepily, "I trust you…" she whispered gently.
A prickle seeped its way up his spine, and he recognized it as uncertainty. He wasn't precisely sure how garments worked, so he studied the clothing closely before continuing. While the Holoform did wear clothes, he'd never actually dressed; so he took a moment to process which way the clothing was supposed to go. The t-shirt he realized had a large gap in the centre, and two smaller ones at the side; eventually he realized that these were allocated places for a head and the arms. Finally understanding, he slipped his fingers gently under the hem of her shirt and pulled it gently up over her head, dropping it to the side of the bed before he picked up the t-shirt.
He was determined not to look at her form in a state of undress; certainly not while she was in her current state. He would not take advantage of his Tessa.
Not to say that it wasn't difficult to avoid the temptation.
Gently and carefully, he worked the collar of the shirt over her head and took her wrists; guiding her hands through their assigned spaces before he sighed; realizing that now he would embarrassingly have to learn the shorts. However, her hand on his chest stopped him; drawing his attention to her instead.
She leaned forward, raised herself up on her knees and rested her forehead against his chest; nestling in the gap between his Holoform's pectoral muscles. She sat there quietly for a moment, her exhalations warming the skin underneath the fabric of his shirt; before her fingers trailed feather-lightly up his chest and twining themselves into the fabric. While her behaviour was certainly not unpleasant, it did confuse him a little.
"Tess…?" he asked softly, trying to coax her to look at him, "…are you alright?"
Slowly she looked up at him, her eyes tired but clear; she was more awake now, despite being a little drowsy. His soft and concerned expression burning into her very heart, and she felt her chest swell with so much love that it was almost unbelievable. He was incredible, and he didn't even see just how wonderful he was in her eyes; sleep pushed itself to the back of her mind as she felt the will to make him see it.
Suddenly, he felt the hands on his shirt tighten their grip and he was jerked forward; her lips crashing up to meet his. He was leaning over her trying to stay standing and support his weight, but that was when he noticed that she was lowering herself on her knees again and pulling him with her. She moved her mouth against his, her nails biting into the skin underneath his shirt before she dropped back, pulling him forward with her. A surprised exclamation made its way from his throat as he was yanked down; having to place a leg either side of her hips to avoid crushing her and his arms bracing his from either side of her shoulders.
"Tessa-" he choked, unable to disguise the evident surprise in his voice, "Wh-what are you doing…?"
Her fingers were still firmly caught up in the fabric of the shirt as she looked up at him; her expression surprisingly serious. "I meant what I said, Chief." She whispered, "I love you. Not just…some stupid ass words that some high-school girl says... I'm in love with you."
He gave an amused, whispering chuckle as he regarded her beneath him; her hair splayed out over the sheets and the light of the moon casting a pearlescent glow over her pale skin.
"I doubt it is necessary for me to inform you that I am also in love with you," he replied, mimicking her tone at the words before he licked his lips; tasting her there, "but that…does not explain why you just…did that."
Her right hand loosened from its grip on his placed before trailing down is stomach; tracing the ligature of his abdominal muscles and sending chills up the spine of the Holoform, making his skin break out in strange minute bumps.
Gooseflesh, they called it.
"What I want," she whispered, "is for you to kiss me, Optimus. Right now."
Not waiting for him to respond, her left hand tightened its grip on the fabric and pulled his down to her; pressing her lips against his once more. She breathed a relieved sound through her nose as he started to reciprocate her movements by nipping at her bottom lip gently. Tessa's left hand eventually slid up his pectoral muscle, trailed over the skin of his neck and twined its way into his hair as she kissed him; gently coaxing his mouth open with her tongue. He was still tentative about kissing; still a little unsure about exactly how it was done.
And Tessa still enjoyed teaching him.
His hands remained restricted at her shoulders, clearly he was not permitting himself to touch her in such a questionably tired state; not wanting to take advantage of the situation. However she did notice that as their kiss became more heated, and she trailed her mouth hungrily against the hollow of his throat; his hands clenched the sheets below him into fists in an attempt to control himself. She couldn't help but smile gently against his skin, a little embarrassed as she realized the effect she was having on him.
She would never admit it allowed, but the idea of him losing his inhibitions and acting so human…was hot.
Reattaching her lips to his and sliding her tongue along his teeth; she tasted the metal twinge of his mouth, something that had become increasingly addictive simply because the taste was him. Her right hand, which had been obediently stationed on his stomach, slid down the musculature of his abdomen and her fingers twiddled with the hem of his shirt. Tess softly tucked her fingers beneath the fabric and touched them to the raw skin just underneath his navel; which suddenly caused a gasp to escape him as he broke their kiss.
"T-Tessa…" he whispered breathlessly, "We…need to stop…"
Respectfully, her hand fell from beneath his shirt, but she gripped his hair with her other hand gently, looking up at him with a confused expression.
"Why?" she asked, her exhalations heavy after their heavy little 'make-out'.
He shook his head and moved to cup her face with one hand, "Because if we continue our course of action…I fear I won't be able to stop. My restraint is far more…limited with you."
She traced along his jaw with a smile as she breathed a laugh, "What's wrong with continuing this course of action? I don't object."
He shook his head and looked at her with a serious expression, "Tessa, I will not do this here; in the home of your father, and certainly not while you are so exhausted from what we participated in today."
She looked up at him with a blush, a cheeky smile crossing her features, "Oh? Are you implying that I'll need a certain level of stamina to continue this?"
His Cybertronian eyes cast an almost eerie blue glow on her face as he looked at her intensely, a soft and authorative smile sneaking onto his face; he was dead serious as he spoke though, "You need sleep right now. I will not do what you ask, not here; not like this…" he dropped himself onto his elbows and nuzzled his nose into her collarbone before he lowered his voice to a rumbling whisper, "…The day you and I interface, you will remember every second; every sensation…I promise. But for tonight…"
Tessa felt her entire body break out in heckles as he traced the collar of her t-shirt with one finger before gently trailing it down her right arm and intertwining his fingers with hers. She swallowed thickly as he looked at her with his intensely blue gaze before she cracked out a whisper, prompting him to continue, "Tonight…?"
He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead before touching his to hers; their noses brushing together, "Tonight I will hold you until you fall asleep, and then I will watch you dream before I go into stasis beside you."
She couldn't help but smile at his words; it was the most romantic thing that had ever been said to her, and that fact alone made her just want to kiss him again. However she resisted, instead deciding to make his refusal work in her favour.
"Alright," she whispered, untangling her left hand from his hair and trailing her fingers along his jawline, "but I have one condition."
He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she had to hold back a giggle at how bizarre the gesture looked coming from him, "A condition?"
She nodded with a smile before her fingers trailed down from his jaw and tucked into the collar of his shirt, tugging it gently, "You go without this until I fall asleep."
His eyes widened in surprise at the request, but after the initial shock; he allowed a chuckle to rumble up his chest, "Very well…but perhaps you'd best dress yourself in these." Lifting himself off of her, he picked up the cotton shorts that had been dropped carelessly on the edge of the mattress and handed them to her, "Then, I will remove what covers the Holoform's torso."
Once she had taken the shorts from his hand, he turned around and waited; his back to her for a few minutes before her voice gently sounded from the bed.
"Done." She said softly.
No sooner than she had said so, than a set of slight, luminescent electrical sparks gathered around him; clouding around his legs and torso and creating an almost glowing effect. When they finally disintegrated, he was standing in a pair of plain black cotton pants…and nothing else.
From her place on the bed, she could see the curves and muscles of his back; the curvature of his spine and the firm, moulded tissue of his arms. He was not big like Ironhide, but with his broad shoulders and tall stance, he was certainly not someone you would underestimate. His build was slightly leaner than Aaron's; but well-formed and, to her, perfectly muscled. She smirked at his back.
"So, you going to turn around and give me a peek, Chief?" she asked cheekily, sitting cross-legged on the mattress.
With a heavy, amused sigh, he slowly turned to face her; his arms raised in a 'well?' gesture. He approached her and sat easily on the bed beside her, noticing her staring not at his chest itself, but at the off-centre of his pectoral muscles where his Spark would be located.
"What…?" she gasped, reaching forward, "What is that…?"
Her fingers touched the skin there; and in the back of his mind, Optimus took note of how incredible the skin-to-skin sensation was. Marring the flesh was a large, discoloured patch of skin with a visible scar in the centre of it; a representation of an injury. He placed his hand over Tessa's and pressed her palm to it as he looked her in the eye.
"Holoform's represent our true selves," he explained, "…you may have noticed Ironhide's scar over his eye, yes?"
She nodded dumbly, showing that she was following; despite her awe.
"Well this," he pressed her hand flush against him to emphasise his point, "was where I was struck…right through my Spark chamber when Megatron took my life. It entered from the back…"
She gasped in a whisper, and Optimus noticed that her eyes welled up in the very corners; her emotions brimming on the surface as she spoke, "This was…where he took you away from me…?" she choked, tracing the skin tenderly as she fought to keep the emotional memories from drowning her.
"Yes."
Closing her eyes, she felt a single tear escape the side of one of them before she lowered her head to his chest and snaking an arm around to his spine, looking for the matching scar on the back. With a heavy exhale, she planted her lips against the one on his chest tenderly; a sign of acceptance and memory as she clasped his hand. Then she removed her lips and placed her forehead against the scar as a few more silent tears escaped her, several of them falling onto his skin.
"He won't take you from me again…" she whispered as she fought with her memories of when he had died; when he was gone, "…I won't let him."
His Spark felt heavy with emotion, empathising with how much pain his death had probably caused her; he didn't even want to imagine what he would have gone through if she had been the one who had died. As the very thought crossed his mind, he ached horribly just at the suggestion; causing him to bring his arms around her and cradle her to his chest like a little Sparkling. He shushed her gently, rocking slightly as he held her flush against him.
"Everything is all right, Tessa…" he murmured into her hair, "I am here now, and I will not leave you like that again."
She breathed heavily against his skin as she replied in a whispered whine, "I know…"
He smiled and ran a hand gently over her hair, "Lie down," he hummed to her gently, "I am going to keep you right here until you fall asleep, there is nothing outside of my arms. Do not think about Megatron, or what he has done to us; right now you only exist here."
Optimus pressed her hand to his Spark and coaxed her to pull the covers over herself; pressing her back to his chest and twining his arms around her firmly. Her exhaustion was finally winning out, and her tears had not really helped it either; with a soft smile he planted a kiss to her shoulder and cradled her warmly.
"Sleep," he whispered as she obediently began to drift away, "I am right here."
