There was something in the air, in the few days that followed. Something charged, nervous, and wonderful all at once. A heightened sense that left Lilah breathless, and Bluestreak jittery. It seemed, as well, as if those around them were somewhat aware of it as well.

Then again, it could have been due to the fact that the two kept sending each other shy, secretive smiles when they both happened to be in the same room, before looking away and flushing.

They thought they were being secretive. But it was more like they were screaming it to the world.

At the end of the week, Lilah stood, more than a little nervous, outside of Bluestreak's quarters. She couldn't remember ever being here before, and was a little excited- which mixed with the anxiety, causing a terrible concoction in her stomach and chest.

They had agreed to meet here, to do the Sparkmating 'Ceremony' of sorts. Blue had admitted to not knowing if it would work or not, given that Lilah wasn't a Cybertronian, but they had agreed to try it anyway. If it was this important to the sniper, Lilah was more then happy to attempt it. Alien marriage didn't seem that scary.

If anything, she preferred it to getting married the human way. Though perhaps she was a little biased, given how her last- and only- human marriage had gone. Straight down the toilet.

And with Bluestreak leading the way? Yeah, Lilah could handle this.

Taking a deep, jittery breath, Lilah pushed the small, human level button on the side. A loud noise she couldn't hear sounded from within. The door opened, sliding back into the wall, and Lilah strode in with far more confidence than she felt. A heavy feeling settled over her, making it difficult to breathe. This was happening.

This was really happening.

Somehow, it felt like there should be something more happening. Something this big, there should be trumpets blaring or something. But there was nothing; just silence and a soft, firm feeling, telling her- telling here that this was happening.

Marriage. To Blue.

The more Lilah thought about it, the more her heart fluttered, and the more certain she felt. This was what she wanted. This was the future she wanted. Lilah wanted to go through the rest of her life at Bluestreak's side. The thought of anything else made her stomach roll sickeningly.

He was now a necessity to her life.

The inside of Bluestreak's quarters was... unique. Just like him. Lilah couldn't remember a time she had been here before. So she turned round and round, trying to soak in every detail.

This was his room. Where the sniper lived. Slept. Spent his free time.

Bluestreak's personality, his essence was soaked into this place.

It was a bit bare of personal items. Lilah thought this was due to the war however, and it made sense. But the little that WAS there, was fascinating. There were several light blue cubes, which glowed white in thin lines along them, making them look like they were made up of smaller cubes. Those must have been from Cybertron, because once in awhile, pictures would flicker above them like a hologram, showing other bots and places that were nowhere on Earth. Tall, sculpted metal and crystal buildings, and Autobots with wide smiles that Lilah had never seen before, or met. She wondered where they were now- or if, perhaps, they had died in combat. Lilah shook that dark thought off and refocused on the object itself.

It was beautiful. Her eyes wandered further.

There was a vase, large and elegant, sitting on Bluestreak's personal work desk. Soft lavender in color and see-through, it appeared to be carved from crystal. In it sat three beautiful, crystalline rose like plants. Lilah wondered if they had been carved, or if it was some kind of plant native to Cybertron. The vase was filled with water, but that could just be for aesthetics.

Then again, that liquid inside the vase, could have been something else besides water. It was hard to see through the material.

Who knew, when aliens were involved.

Finally, there was a plain, gray berth along the far wall. Lilah wondered if it was comfortable to sleep on every night. The ones in the med bay were comfortable, but made your back and head hurt after awhile.

Did Cybertronians have back problems? Lilah wondered at the extent of similarities between the aliens and humanity, and if it extended even further from there. She would have to ask Bluestreak.

Lilah would certainly have the chance to do so. They were going to spend the rest of their time together. The thought had her flushing a dark red color in a fierce blush.

Forever with Blue…

It sounded too good to be true. And yet, here she was. Waiting to meet him, in his quarters. And in a very short time, they would be bound in the Cybertronian way.

For a moment, Lilah had difficulty breathing evenly. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart hammered away like a jackhammer. Euphoria of the simplest, and most powerful joy.

This was how her first marriage should have gone. Yet she found herself grateful that it hadn't. If it had, she never would have met Bluestreak.

Both her best friend, and the love of her life.

Turning around, looking behind her, Lilah froze. Bluestreak stood on the inside of the room, the door closed behind him. He was watching her, eyes dark and soft, seeming to contemplate Lilah's presence.

How long had he been there? Lilah couldn't breathe again for a moment. His presence was powerful, consuming. Commanding.

And yet, she was filled with a wonderful warmth. A feeling of love that had her heart swelling so much it was almost painful.

Taking a small step forward, Lilah hesitantly began closing the gap between them. Bluestreak took over from there. Unusually silent- bar his very loudly whirring fans- he crossed the distance in a single, easy stride, and knelt down on one knee carefully.

When he extended his hand to her, Lilah climbed on eagerly, nearly tripping and falling in her haste. Bluestreak cradled her in his hand for a moment. Just taking the time to soak up her presence.

He could never get enough. His spark demanded more.

Standing carefully, and bringing Lilah to his face, Bluestreak pressed them together lightly, desiring skin on metal contact. His mesh vibrated ever so slightly in a pleased fashion.

She wrapped her arms as best she could along Bluestreak's face. He could feel her sighing deeply against him. The small movement, the knowledge that it was because she was happy- filled him with a rare kind of joy that couldn't be replicated outside of an environment that didn't have her in it.

They stood there a long moment, savoring the contact.

Venting slowly, Bluestreak took an even, measured step to the berth and sat down. Ever cautious not to jostle or unbalance his tiny human.

He drew his body up along the length of his berth, before drawing his face away from Lilah's form with no small amount of reluctance. Her skin was soft, and she smelled wonderful, not to mention the fact that the sniper could feel her heartbeat against his face when she was there.

"I'm glad your here." Bluestreak murmured lowly, as though afraid to be too loud. He made certain to move his mouth clearly, allowing Lilah an easier time to read him.

'I'm glad to be here.' Her expression softened, warm and loving.

"I… this is my first time." Bluestreak flushed, "Well of course it's my first time, I mean, Cybertronians mate for life, and I'm way too young-" He babbled, "But what I mean is, I really only know the basics of how to do this, I don't know what's going to happen, or- or- I mean-" He cleared his throat, "Sorry."

Bluestreak apologized to Lilah, who had been waving to get his attention, looking amused.

'I'm nervous too.' Her face crinkled into a pure smile, 'It's going to be okay. We've got each other, right?'

"Right." Blue breathed out slowly, feeling his spark expanding in its chamber, "Alright." he carefully settled her onto his lap, and began opening his chest. It unlatched easily, and the plating slid apart silently. His spark sputtered nervously about being out in the open, expanding and contracting in a fluttering motion as its light spilled out into the room.

Beautiful. Multi colored; multi layered. Endlessly complex; indescribably beautiful.

Lilah's breath caught in her throat, and time seemed to slow to a halt for her. She could remember- one clearly, the other hazily- the two other times she had the privilege of seeing Bluestreak's spark. It felt… private. Intimate, in a way Lilah couldn't begin to fully understand or describe. It swept her away, and overwhelmed her.

He was beautiful. All of him. Gorgeous.

Her breath came out in a broken puff of harsh air. This; she would be bound to this. Willingly, eagerly, happily. It was otherworldly, like a distant, spinning star, that had chosen to grace her with it's presence.

It seemed to almost… call to her. Almost in a daze, Lilah got to her feet, and moved along the length of Bluestreak's thigh, coming closer. The spark seemed to brighten, and tendrils of light reached out from his chest, seeming to coax her ever closer. Then, unable to reach her, it fell back in on itself, before trying again.

Bluestreak vented hard, shivering a little. The smaller pieces of his armor- along the joints, which allowed for more movement, and his shoulders, as well as other places- rippled, almost like fur. If she wasn't so enraptured with his spark, Lilah would have giggled at the resemblance he bore to a cat.

The sniper held absolutely still as Lilah came to stand in front of his spark, balanced between his thighs.

She reached out, slow and careful, uncertain of what would happen. The tendrils of brilliant, multi colored light entwined around her fingertips, circled around her hand, and ended around her wrist. It held her gently, and while Lilah couldn't feel it like she would skin, it was more like… liquid sunlight. That was the closest she could get to explaining it.

Soft, unlike anything she had ever touched, without texture, and yet so warm. Like standing in a field on a sunny, summer day. It was wonderful, enticing. It was the sort of warmth she could fall asleep under.

It seemed to gently tug her, trying to pull her closer, but lacked the strength. It would tug, and slide down her hand uselessly, only to grab back on in a borderline desperate manner, and try it again.

Bluestreak's head had fallen forward, his mouth open slightly, and his optics dark, occasionally shuddering. Lilah wondered, in the back of her mind, how exactly this felt to him. She was honestly curious.

Shaking the thought off for now, she obeyed the spark, and drew closer, until her hands were resting on the bottom edge of the chamber. It continued to beckon her onward. So, with a small amount of strain and wiggling- and a small boost from Bluestreak's hand- Lilah managed to settle in to the small alcove directly in front of the spark.

There was barely enough room for her to sit on the edge of it- but she managed. It was so close, she could have reached out and laid her hand along the glass like material that made up the outside of the container. Only hesitating a moment, Lilah found her curiosity a bit stronger then what she could control.

Reaching out, she rested her palm against it. The glass like material felt nothing like glass at all. It was more like… stronger baking wrap. It flexed and stretched, and yet resisted her touch slightly. Almost like… a membrane of skin. But it felt soft, and almost like- water? It seemed the best she could describe. Honestly, it was incredibly pleasant to touch.

Bluestreak jolted harshly, and Lilah jerked a bit, worried for a moment she had hurt him. But instead of trying to remove her, he hunched down over her, and cupped his hands around her.

It seemed pleasant for him, so Lilah cautiously turned back to the container.

The tendrils were now wrapping thickly around her arm, insistently, desperately. They spun up along her arm, up to her shoulder, and began to gently probe curiously at her collarbones, and over along her sternum. The shirt, it seemed, was getting in it's way.

Using her free arm, the one it didn't have a hold of, Lilah carefully unbuttoned her work shirt, and shrugged it off, leaving her in a plain black sports bra. Comfy and simple.

Now free to explore the area Lilah had opened up, the bright light went back to its probing, before it abruptly… stopped.

Then, it sunk into her skin.

Lilah choked, startled and tried to draw breath- but couldn't. It was like that one time on the playground at school, when she had fallen off the monkeybars and smacked into the ground full force on her back. It had knocked the wind out of her, and kept Lilah from breathing until her vision started going black.

And then, she could breathe again. A warmth unlike any other filled her, bringing with it a soft, almost sleepy feeling. Her bottom lip wobbled- why did she want to cry? Lilah didn't know. Her heart hurt, and yet she wanted to get closer to the light that was plunging deeper into her chest, making its way into her body like a stream of water.

It filled her, consumed her. And suddenly; she knew Bluestreak.

Not like you know a friend, or a family member. It was more then that. It wasn't something as simple as seeing his memories- there was nothing like that there- and it wasn't as simple as 'hearing' his thoughts. Those were fleeting, like dancing fireflies in the distance. It made sense; thoughts weren't something scribbled on the inside of your mind, to be read like a newspaper. It was far more complex then that.

This was more… like feeling him. Knowing him.

His emotions were whirling around her, along with her own, creating a cyclone of something that was all too much, and yet not enough, all at once. It was overwhelming, yet Lilah craved more. She knew, somewhere in her hazed mind, that if this was what 'spark bonding' was, it would become her drug if she wasn't careful.

It was raw, open, honest. All of what Bluestreak was, mixed with all of what she was. Until there was no 'Bluestreak' or 'Lilah'. They simply… were. It was beautiful, simple, complex, ugly, good, bad, wonderful, heartbreaking, loving, and endlessly more.

Lilah may have cried out- she didn't know. Between the overwhelming sensations and her deafness, it was impossible to tell. But she felt Bluestreak's entire body arch upward, and felt his plating tremble around her as he reacted to this… oneness.

She hoped it never ended, she hoped she could stay here, safe, with him in the closest, most intimate way possible. His, forever, and him, her's, forever.

And then- she couldn't breathe.

Mouth falling open, Lilah choked again, desperately trying to draw breath as the warmth turned hot and she felt as though she were burning. She clawed and beat at the surface of the spark chamber lightly. Not hard enough to hurt, but to get it's, or Blue's attention. It didn't seem to translate. Didn't seem to compute.

Love, happiness, excitement, turned to horror, fear, and despair.

Lilah clawed uselessly at the chamber, before slumping against it. She was out of air. Out of… she couldn't remember. Couldn't think. A fog crept over her mind, ignoring her silent pleads and begging. It easily smothered out any rational thought. Between that and the connection she felt to Bluestreak- it was now like death, Lilah was certain.

And then, her vision darkened, and all turned to black.

(AN: Cybertronians... kinda sorta don't need to breathe? Whoops.

I'm tired. Tired of adulting. Can I go back to when I was a young teen, who only had to worry about if the fanfiction she wrote was good enough to be on here? I wanna go back to when I was just first starting out writing Pierce My Silence. I miss that. It was simple. Easy. Now I gotta fill out paperwork and whatnot and worry about actually making money- I really don't like it.

Honestly, I'd be happy living in a shack with my dog and a computer to write. Just enough food and drink to get by with. Nothing fancy. You feel me? Cause this... this makes me happy. Fills my soul. Simple writing. *Sigh* Adulting sucks.

Anyway, as always, you can find links to support me, and my dog in my profile if you'd like to take a look, and you can be reassured that another chapter will come hurtling your way soon enough. c:)