#22 - This Means War
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Dear Diary,
Today, Terrorsaur, Waspinator, and Tigatron discovered a powerful, floating, tropical island in the middle of the northern pole of this planet. It was made by the aliens to find and test intelligent species. Nobody seems to know why. Blackarachnia tried to use the island's power to take over. Pfft, what a glitch. Anyway, Tigatron and I had to destroy the island. Good thing Terrorsaur was out and outside... The aliens that made the island know about its destruction and probably aren't too impressed with us.
I know, I need to do something about Terrorsaur... and Waspy. I need to at least tell them about my real allegiance. They would understand... I think... maybe...
Starfeather sighed as she snapped the lid back on her pen and roughly set it on her desk next to her open diary. She read through the last paragraph she had written over and over again. She then whacked her forehead against the open page with a grunt of anger and slammed her fist beside the small book.
"Who am I kidding?" she muttered, gritting her teeth. They would never understand. She could never tell them.
-x-
That wasn't what was truly bothering her right now. It was the fact that Terrorsaur was in pain. He was mostly repaired, but still sore.
"Maybe Megatron will give you an off day tomorrow," Starfeather was saying as she snapped the covering panel back into place on Terrorsaur's arm. She had been helping to reconnect some servos and wires until he got most of the feeling and movement back in his limbs.
"I doubt it," Terrorsaur grumbled. She smiled sympathetically. Then an idea came to her mind. It was late and she was getting tired and neither of them had any night duties, so...
"Would you feel better if I stayed with you for a while?" she asked. He looked up at her.
"I'd like that," he replied after a moment. With that, the two went to his quarters. They made sure no one was watching before they entered.
"Ladies first," he invited, motioning for her to go before him. She smiled and sat down on the bunk and he followed. Starfeather then pulled him into a kiss. He responded by easing an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. After a while, she pulled away first, smiling smugly.
"Feel better?" she asked
"Much," he answered.
"Good. Now, how about you get some rest? I won't go anywhere," she whispered.
"But I don't wanna go to sleep," he protested and made a pouting face.
"Don't make me beg, mister," she threatened playfully, booping his nose with her finger.
"Oh yes, I insist," he growled and started tickling her. She laughed and pleaded for him to stop. "Say it," he taunted.
"Please, please!" she managed between giggling fits.
"That's not it," he chuckled, but he stopped anyway.
"Thank you," she panted.
"I'm still gonna make you beg," he teased, grinning and narrowing an optic. She narrowed her own optics.
"How?" she ventured to ask.
"Like this," he replied and captured her lips once again, wrapping both arms around her and squeezing. Her optics widened a little, but then dimmed as she relaxed into his grip. She could learn to love it when he did that. She eased her own hands up to his face and caressed him. This continued for several minutes before Starfeather began to drop off. Terrorsaur smirked and rubbed up and down her back, helping her to fall asleep.
"If this is torture, chain me to the berth," she murmured a few minutes before she finally went into recharge.
"Don't tempt me," he chuckled softly before he pulled her closer and followed her example.
-x-
Starfeather gradually became aware of someone slowly and rhythmically rubbing her back. For a second, she thought it was Megatron and snapped opened her optics, expecting to see his sly, lustful expression. What she saw made her close her optics again and snuggle deeper into the embrace and sigh contentedly. She heard her bed partner give a low chuckle and pull her closer. She shifted so that she could rub her face against his.
I must've fallen asleep in his room last night... "Good morning," she mumbled.
"It is now that you're awake," Terrorsaur replied with a smirk and moved to kiss her. Playfully but tiredly, the raven smacked him upside the head.
"Stop it," she groaned, smiling. "You know I'm not a morning person." He then put on a devilish grin.
"Then let me help you out of bed." Before she could retort, he snatched her up and gently flung her upper body over his shoulder and stood up.
"Hey!" she laughed, half-heartedly pounding on his back. "Put me down, you oversized turkey!"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, tar feathers," Terrorsaur chuckled. With that, he proceeded into the hallway and to the cafeteria/lounge room. Starfeather giggled and rolled her optics with a sigh. She twisted as much as she could to glare at the back of his head.
"You do realize this mean war, right?"
"Then, by all means, let the fun begin."
