Firewing sat on the flight deck looking out at the sunset. She turned to look at Starscream, who had swapped with Thundercracker earlier in the day. His optics closed as he enjoyed the feeling of the evening breeze over his wings.

The day just seemed to fly by so quickly. She sighed happily as she checked the time, realising that in just a few short hours, she would see Megatron again.

"So you and Megatron huh?" Starscream asked, as he turned to look at the femme.

"Yeah" she sighed contentedly. She had expected these questions, and was surprised that he had waited this long to ask. "It just kind of… Happened" she admitted.

The tri-coloured seeker chuckled. "The best kind of relationships just… Happen" he said, closing his optics again to enjoy to breeze once more. "When you're not looking for it. Often, it finds you" he stated.

Firewing thought about that for a moment, and realised he was right. She had not been looking for anyone, if fact believing she would never find anyone. When suddenly, she met the most perfect mech. She smiled, knowing that if Sentinel Prime had not thrown her away, she may not have met Megatron. I guess everything happens for a reason. She supposed.

Suddenly the other seeker was on his pedes. "I don't know about you. But I'm hungry" he said, offering his servo to her.

The femme took his servo, allowing the larger seeker to haul her to her pedes. "Great processors think alike" she said, her own tank grumbling in discomfort.

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Firewing sat in her quarters, Starscream having dropped her off and gone about his way. She could not remember how long she sat there, having gotten enthralled in the datapad Starscream had lent her. She nearly jumped when there was a knock at her door. She rose from the chair, leaving the datapad on the table, and moved towards the door. She smiled broadly as she opened the door to the large silver Decepticon leader. "Evening Megatron"

"Evening my femme" he said, seemingly distracted, although she was willing to let it go. "How was your day?" he asked, stepping aside, allowing the seeker to step out into the hall.

Firewing smiled as she answered. "It was great. Thundercracker and I sparred in the training room for a while, before watching a movie" she started, excited to share her day with the large mech. "Then Starscream and I went for a leisure flight and then watched the sunset" she finished. Megatron nodded in return, otherwise remaining quiet on their trip to his quarters. This worried the femme; she didn't like when he was so quiet and closed off. "Are you alright?" she asked the silver mech as they entered his quarters.

Megatron sighed as he approached his berth. "I'm sorry my dear" he said, sitting down with a sigh. "Just been a difficult day" he admitted.

The femme walked into the room, making sure the door closed behind her. She approached the large mech with a purpose. Tonight was going to be about him. "I think I know what might help" she whispered, pushing him back so he was lying flat on the berth. She swatted his servo away as he reached out to touch her, before climbing up to straddle his hips. "Tonight you're going to let go and enjoy" she said, as her servos moved up and down his abdomen.

The silver mech groaned as her small servos found gaps in his armour. He purred as he felt her digits snake into a transformation seam, stroking the delicate wires and protoform underneath. The silver mech moaned sensually as her digits stroked everything they could touch, his body trembling with both need and excitement. "Oh primus" he whispered, his processor could focus on nothing else except the servos currently moving up and down his body.

Firewing shimmied up his body, allowing her to reach his shoulders, neck and upper chest. "Primus you're gorgeous" she spoke, as her servos found pressure points over his upper chest.

Megatron let out a guttural moan as her servo found a gap just over his spark. He arched as she worked her digits further into the gap, finding every wire she could. "Oh primus" he breathed out. "Close". He gasped as the femmes other servo found a transformation seam just below his chestplates. His helm spun as overload suddenly hit like a freight train. His back arched, helm thrown back with a deep roar of pleasure.

Firewing watched the display, suddenly feeling very aroused. She had never seen Megatron let go before, and it was a sight to behold. She lied her helm on his chestplates, listening to the sound of his spark, as he came down from his overload. She must have gotten so distracted by the addictive sound that she didn't realised that he moved, until she found herself on her back pinned underneath his weight.

He lent down to take in her scent. "It appears as though that turned you on more than you expected" he stated confidently. "Let me return the favour" he whispered seductively, as he ran his servos over he chestplates. He worked her cockpit until it opened, allowing him free access to the controls inside. He caught both her servos in one of his larger ones, as she tried to fondle his chestplates. He held her servos above her helm, leaning down to whisper. "Let me pleasure you". He eased the pressure on her servos, and when he was sure she was not going to move, he let his servo wander. He ran his servo over her wing, causing her to moan as her back arched. He slid his servo across the length of the wing, taking in every detail of the appendage, before gently pinching the tip of it.

Firewing all but screamed; her servos leaving there position to claw at his broad shoulders. "Oh primus. More" she panted, her digits gripping his shoulders tightly.

"For you my dear. Anything" the silver mech said. One servo marking out every detail of her cockpit, while the other moved down her wing. His servo found the seam where the two wings meet, clawed digits gently delving into the gap.

The femme arched her back as the servos continued to cause her such delicious pleasure. Her own servos clawing at the Decepticons shoulders. "Oh primus. So good".

The silver mech knew the femme wasn't going to last much longer. He lent down whispering into her audios. "Can we try something femme? I believe you will like it" her response was a very breathy 'yes'. Suddenly his servos stopped what they doing, both of them running over her chestplates. But this wasn't unfocused, they had a purpose. "Open for me" he whispered, causing the femme to tremble. It took a few moments for the femmes foggy processor to comply. But the silver mech purred when her chestplates parted, revealing her beautiful indigo coloured spark. "Good femme" he said, as his servo reached out carefully to touch the glowing ball of energy.

The femme groaned in pleasure as the servo played with the tendrils that flared out from her spark. "Oh frag yes" she gasped, having never felt anything like this before. "So close".

Megatron pulled his servo away from her chest, as his own chestplates parted. His deep blood red spark glowed happily at the closeness of hers. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to his body. Both bots cried out in pleasure, as their sparks shot out, wrapping tightly around each other in a spark merge.

Overload hit both mech and femme heavily; bodies arched together, both clawing at the other in bliss. Firewing was the first to fall into stasis, the overload having ripped through her systems with such force; they had to shut down to recover. Megatron fell forward, using one arm to stop himself from crushing the femme beneath him. He rolled himself over to lie on his back, allowing both their chestplates to close and lock back in place. His intakes coming fast and deep, in an attempt to cool his heated systems. "Frag. That was amazing" he whispered to himself, as he pulled the femme close. He smiled as she moved in her recharge, her helm resting on his shoulder and her servo came up to rest on his chestplates. He kissed the femme on the forehelm before closing his optics, allowing recharge to claim him.

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