This day… was not fun.
Actually, I think that goes without saying. It was downright horrifying.
My family was in the middle of a battlezone, with a bunch of robots more than ready to kill them all.
Our goal was to rescue one man. One fucking guy!
And it was all thrown to Hell because Miko had to be a goddamn dumbass.
I don't care if she's a teenager. That stupid stunt lead to my family's danger.
Though, I certainly didn't help things. I flipped the fuck out on her when we got back to base. I scared the hell out of everybody.
That was the loudest I've ever yelled in my life, and a part of me wonders if it was an unconcious reflex because of how purely angry I was.
But… I don't even think the worst part of that moment was my outburst.
Optimus… revealed to me that he figured out what species I was.
And he told me… that Megatron would be gunning for me cause of it.
What's worse… he knew my name.
Cause I had to be a fucking smartass with his daughter.
I fucked up.
I put Krystal and Amy in the firing line.
My biggest fears were coming true.
Clark reacted on instict.
"Bulkhead, get them to safety!" Clark shouted as he turned towards the warship. "I'll provide cover!"
Bulkhead didn't argue, transforming and flooring it over to Bumblebee and the others, Miko in his vehicle mode, while Clark fired a blast of heat vision that seared the edge of the ship, forcing the Vehicons above back.
"Bee!" Bulkhead cried out as he stopped next to him and the humans. "Help me!"
Bumblebee nodded in acknowledgement, transforming into his own vehicle mode as he opened his doors.
Raf and Talida both jumped inside Bumblebee, while Jack, Amy, and Krystal hopped inside Bulkhead, more than eager to escape the gunfire.
"Thanks, Bulkhead." Amy said, before her gaze snapped towards her daughter. "Krystal, what the fuck do you think you were doing?!" She screeched, anger flooding her core as Jack and Miko watched on in discomfort.
"I wanted to help Miko…" Krystal said softly, more than terrified by her mother's temper.
"Oh, yeah, because getting killed is such a good idea!" Amy responded, before snapping her gaze towards the exchange student in Bulkhead's back seat. "By the way, thank you so much, Miko!"
"Hey, I didn't ask you to follow me!" Miko defended herself poorly.
"That's no excuse!" Jack snapped. "This is a battlezone, and not only that, it's a rescue mission! You're a hindrance, not a help!" He growled, glaring at her with daggers in his eyes. "You caused this, Miko!"
"Hey, I want to help!" Miko responded. "I want to see the Bots in action!"
"My daughter just ran into a battlefield to save your sorry ass, Miko!" Amy snapped. "Are you really so callous that you don't care?!"
"Hey!" Miko shouted in indignation "I do care!"
"You got a real funny way of showing it!"
"Enough!" Bulkhead snapped as he stopped, and opened his door. "Everybody out, and for Primus' sake, WAIT HERE!" He ordered.
Everyone piled out of Bulkhead and Bumblebee, before the two bots drove off towards the warship.
Almost immediately, Clark was stomping up to him, his eyes red with rage.
"What the fuck?!" He shouted, gazing over the group in front of him. "Every goddamn one of you was told to stay back at base!" His gaze snapped towards Amy, Krystal, and Talida. "You three especially!"
"Hey, it's not like we all wanted to be here, Clark!" Amy snapped right back at her boyfriend, her frazzled nerves definitely not helping her temper as she turned her gaze towards Krystal. "We followed this one through after she managed to slip by us!"
Clark glanced at Amy for a moment, before he turned his gaze to his daughter, his lips tightening into a thin line. "Krystal, is that true?"
Krystal kept her gaze averted, too scared to answer. Her father was scary when he was mad, and Krystal was too scared to anger her father.
Unfortunately, Clark wanted an answer. "KRYSTAL!" He snapped with gritted teeth, causing his daughter to jump in fright as she looked up at him. "Answer me! Did you sneak off into the Groundbridge?!"
Gulping, tears flowing down her eyes, Krystal nodded. "Y-Yes…" She whimpered.
Clark looked at his daughter he took in a hiss of air as he tried to calm his temper. "Do you think that was a good idea?"
"No…" Krystal said in a high pitched whine, averting her gaze once more.
Clark crouched down to Krystal's level, snapping his fingers. "Hey, look at me!" He ordered, causing his daughter's gaze to snap back up at him. "I want you to tell me why the fuck you decided to try and sneak through the Groundbridge!"
"I…" Krystal quieted for a moment as she looked at her father, and she felt the guilt well up as she realized that she'd really done wrong. "I-I wa-wanted to hel-help M-Miko…" She admitted through her hiccups and tears as the dam burst, crying her little eyes out as she looked up at her father. "I'm sorry!"
Clark was silent for a moment as he took in the crying face of his daughter, before he let out a rather irritated sigh. "Look, we'll deal with this when we get home, got it?" He ordered. "But for the love of god, stay by your mother, and don't run off!"
With a gulp, Krystal nodded, before moving over to her mother, grabbing fistfulls of her mother's shirt as she tucked her head into Amy's side.
Amy looked down at her daughter for a moment, before sighing and picking Krystal up. "Come here, Krys." She said softly as she held her close, allowing Krystal to cry.
Clark ran his gaze across everyone. "Look, for fuck's sake, stay-" He suddenly stopped as he realized something, his eyes going wide. "That stupid fucking girl!"
"What?" Amy asked as she looked around.
"I think Miko's still in Bulkhead's chest!" Clark snarled as he turned towards the warship. "I am gonna wring her fucking neck when this is over. Stay here!" He ordered as he sped off towards the warship.
With a powerful leap, Clark made it to the warship deck with ease. By the time he'd gotten up there, Bulkhead and Bumblebee had already made it, and had made short work of the Decepticons who were up there.
"Bulkhead!" Clark shouted, catching the wrecker's attention as he stomped towards him. "Open up your chest compartment!"
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Bulkhead did as asked, and he and Bumblebee both looked in disbelief as Miko flopped out against the paneling, looking as if she'd just puked.
"Miko?!" Bulkhead said in shock.
"I heaved on your floormats." Miko admitted as she resisted the urge to vomit once more. "Sorry."
"Are you kidding me?!" Bumblebee beeped in annoyed outrage as he watched Miko climb out of Bulkhead's chest and onto his hand.
"Remind me never to do that again." Miko requested as she wobbled some once she was back on her own two feet.
"You are really starting to piss me off." Clark growled as he stomped up to the teen. "Are you just too stupid to understand when your told to do something?"
"Hey!" Miko cried out in indignation. "I will not be left behind to sit on my butt!"
"Goddammit, Miko! This isn't about you!" Clark shouted. "You are not the priority here! Your wants do not matter right now!"
"They matter to me!"
"THAT'S THE FUCKING PROBLEM YOU GODDAMN DUMBASS!"
"Get down!" Bulkhead shouted as gunfire began blasting from an open door to the Nemesis.
Once again, Clark found himself playing body shield for Miko as Bulkhead and Bumblebee returned fire.
As the Vehicons held their ground surprisingly well, Clark found his vision wandering to what looked like a large satellite dish.
It was relatively flat, and with enough force, it could possibly sever the cons and take them all out.
He looked down a Miko. "For christ sake, stay here!" He groaned to the teen before blurring towards the satellite.
Grabbing the dish, he dug his fingers into the durable metal with ease, and ripped it clear off it's stand like a paper weight.
"GET DOWN!" Clark shouted to Bulkhead and Bumblebee, whom turned to look at him in confusion.
Both bots ducked just in time for the satellite to speed past them, hitting the group of Vehicons with devastating force.
Both Bulkhead and Bumblebee looked at the carnage for a moment, before turning to look at Clark.
Miko looked at Clark as well, but with a different expression.
"That was so cool!" She shouted, bouncing up and down in excitement.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that, Miko!" Clark growled. "Out of everyone here, that's one!"
Bulkhead looked down at the two, scooping Miko up in his hand. "Let's go. We'll have to find a safe place for her aboard until we rescue Fowler."
"What about everyone down there?" Clark asked, pointing towards the canyon floor where the others were watching. "My girlfriend and daughter?"
"There's no guarantee we could get back up here if we got down there, and all the cons down there have been taken care of." Bumblebee whirred.
Clark's gaze snapped towards Bulkhead. "And for those of us who don't speak in beep-bop?"
"If we go back down there, we may not be able to get back up here, Clark." Bulkhead explained. "Especially not without alerting the whole ship. And all of the Cons down there are taken care of. Down there is the safest place for them."
Clark glanced back towards the others, before letting out a sigh. "Let's get this done quick. We're gonna have to search for him the hard way."
"Why?" Bulkhead asked.
"Ship's lined with lead. I tried to scan it the minute we stepped through the bridge. I can't hear or see anything inside, cause it's soundproofed and lined with lead." Clark explained.
Bulkhead rolled his eyes. "Great."
"Let's go." Clark said, jerking his head towards the opening.
"Oh, and one more thing." Bulkhead spoke, turning towards Clark. "Be careful around Malita. She'll most likely be gunning for you if she knows you're here."
"Good luck to her." Clark snarled as they walked towards the entrance to the ship, Miko taking the chance to take some pictures.
Meanwhile, with the others, the teens looked at each other nervously.
"Do you think they forgot about us?" Raf questioned fearfully.
"Doubtfull." Amy reassured. "I could practically see Clark asking if it was safe for us down here."
"Well… I think they might've missjudged…" Talida remarked fearfully as a couple of Vehicons approached around the rock, causing all of them to look up in fear.
Inside the less than welcoming halls of the Nemesis, Bulkhead and Bumblebee ran through, Miko clutched protectively in his servo as they attemped to find somewhere safe for her. Clark was moving along with them.
"Weird." Clark muttered to himself as they ran.
"What is it?" Bulkhead asked, glancing down towards the man.
"The walls are leadlined, but only the exterior of the ship is soundproofed."
"Makes sense, actually." Bulkhead admitted. "The exterior is soundproofed so that no one can really listen in, but the interior not being soundproof is a fear tactic, for when they perform interrogations."
"So that their screams can be heard." Clark surmised. "The sick sons o' bitches."
They were cut off at an intersection of a hall, but rather than slow down, Clark decided to make short work of the Vehicons, jumping and turning his body into a cannon shell as he ripped through the chest of one Vehicon, destroying it's spark completely.
Bulkhead gently sent Miko sliding towards Clark with surprising grace, the teen sliding past the confused Vehicon as Bulkhead slammed his wrecking ball into the poor Con's head without even slowing down.
Scooping up Miko as he ran by, they all continued their trek, looking for a safe harbor for Miko, and hopefully finding Fowler.
"We need to split up." Clark announced. "There's three of us. While you are finding a place for Miko, Bulk, me and Bee can go find Fowler."
Bulkhead nodded. "If you can find Fowler before I find Miko a place to hide, that makes this all the more easier."
"Exactly."
"Alright." Bulkhead said with a nod. "Let's do it."
Bumblebee nodded his own head in agreement.
As they came up to another intersection, Clark and Bumblebee turned and went down opposite paths as Bulkhead continued to pursue his goal.
"Bring them to the brig. Commander Starscream and Lady Malita are keeping the other human there."
"LET GO OF MY DAUGHTER, YOU OVERSIZED PILE OF SCRAP METAL!"
The Vehicons had managed to snag everyone with ease. One had Amy and Krystal in both hands, while another held Jack and Raf. A third held Talida, snuggly holding her with both hands. The fourth one seemed to be the commander.
Krystal was crying her little eyes out, completely terrified at the situation, while Amy was screaming her head off in absolute fury.
She was not afraid of Clark, and she'd be damned if she'd be afraid of these piles of scrap metal.
"Shut those two up!" The lead Vehicon ordered. "They're causing an ache in my audio processors!"
"LET GOT OF US, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Suddenly, the sound of a roaring car engine could be heard, and that was the only warning before a familiar black and yellow muscle car slammed into the group of Cons with ease.
Bumblebee was quick to to transform, catching Amy and Krystal while Arcee, whom Bumblebee had run into while looking Fowler, managed to slide in and catch Jack, Raf, and Talida.
"Appreciate you opening the front door, but storming the Decepticon warship was not on the activities list." Arcee reprimanded.
"Are you two okay?" Bumblebee beeped in concern as he let the two down.
"Mommy!" Krystal cried, seeking the comfort of her mother from the terrifying incident that had just occured.
"Come here, baby." Amy said softly as she scooped her daughter up into her arms tightly. "It's alright… shh…" She comforted as Krystal sobbed into her mother's shoulder, extremely shaken from what had just happened.
"Come on, let's go." Arcee ordered as she moved down the hall, Bumblebee moving behind the humans to make sure no one was going to sneak up on him.
"You got to be quiet, sweetheart." Amy urged gently, rubbing the back of her daughter's head. "We'll be out of here in no time."
Krystal's sobs of terror quieted somewhat, but it was obvious she was still terrified. "Okay…"
Arcee put her back to a wall edge, preparing her blaster, before whipping around the corner, preparing to shoot any Cons she saw…
…only to find herself staring down Bulkhead's own blaster as she aimed her own at his helm, Miko still tucked in his hand.
"Friendly!"
"Hello!"
The two retracted their blasters back into their hands as Arcee raised an eyebrow.
"Brought the humans along and Talida along, huh?" Arcee guessed. "Optimus is gonna kill us since Talida and Krystal are here."
"You try getting them to stay behind!" Bulkhead retorted.
"Look, we need to find Fowler and get them out of here." Arcee proclaimed.
"Uh…" The voice of the teens spoke up. "He's in the brig, Jack, Talida, and Raf all told them simultaneously.
In the brig, Fowler was strung up by chains, hanging high off the ground. He was visibly unwell, a result of the torture he'd been put through by Malita and Starscream so far.
A part of him wondered how lucky he was, as the only thing they've taken to him so far was something called an Energon prod, and as painful as it was… if Talida's words were anything to go by, Malita had much worse she wanted to do.
"My dear Agent Fowler. You do realized the Autobots have abandoned you." Starscream said with a sadistic chuckle. "We are the only ones you can rely upon, now."
"So…" Malita sparked the Energon Prod as she spoke. 'Tell us what we want to know. Or else…" She helf the Energon Prod towards Fowler, more than ready to shock the poor man.
"Wait… no more…" Fowler groaned at, nearly at his breaking point. "They're in a secret government base…"
"Go on…" Malita and Starscream both pressed him.
And the sounds of a scuffle could be heard outside. The sound of gunfire rang out, along with the screams of some poor Vehicons who sounded as if they'd encountered hell itself.
And then it hit Fowler.
He really was being rescued. The Autobots had gotten his signal.
He just had to hold out a little longer.
"Yes?" Starscream pressed, a little more desperate for answers.
"In the old still mill? Or was it under that carnival house?" Fowler joked, a rather cocky smirk on his face.
Starscream and Malita growled in frustration as she jammed the Energon prod into Fowler's stomach once again. A sadistic grin came onto her face as she relished the pained screams from the Government agent. It never got old, torturing a prisoner.
"Someone find out what's going on out there!" Malita snapped at the Vehicons, who gladly made haste in obeying her.
Malita was a skilled interrogator for a reason.
However interrogation skills wouldn't help with what happened next.
The moment the Vehicons walked through the doorway, they were thrown back inside by the corpse of another smashing against them.
Both Malita and Starscream spun around at the racket, just in time for Starscream to get blasted against a wall by a stream of heat vision.
Luckily for the seeker, it wasn't strong enough to kill him, but the force of the blast was definitely more than enough to knock him unconcious.
Malita and Fowler, despite his haze, both looked at the now nuetralized seeker, before turning to look back through the doorway.
Clark now stood atop the pile of dead Vehicons, his eyes glowing red, a grin upon his face as he looked at Malita.
"Hey. Miss me?"
Malita's eyes were wide with shock. This was the last person she needed on the ship right now.
Forgetting Fowler, Malita narrowed her eyes as she dropped the Energon Prod, taking up a combat stance as waves of energy seemed to build up around her hands.
"Kent." She snarled, pointing the sword at Clark. "You attacked my lover."
Clark's face fell as an angry scowl took over his face as he stomped off the pile of corpses. "Huh… I'd say we're nowhere near even then." He snarled. "You see… a friend of mine went missing… about two years ago. A teenage girl whom I consider family."
If it was at all possible, Clark's eyes seemed to glow even brighter, and Malita had the feeling that she knew where this was going.
And of course, she had to strike the nerve she'd now found.
"Talida…" She realized with a smirk. "What, did the little brat whine and cry about it?" She giggled darkly. Clark gritted his teeth as Malita continued. "I suppose it's understandable… the pain I put her through… oh her screams were so… intoxicating."
"Is that how you get off?" Clark growled. "You bend over and take it up the ass like the slut you are, while your torturing people?"
Malita glowered as she glared at Clark. "I. Am. Not. A. Whore." She snarled.
Clark smirked. "Sure… I bet you get fucked by every soldier here on a daily basis, don't you?"
"SHUT UP!" Malita screeched, shooting her hand out as a wave of fire blasted out from her hand, engulfing the entirity of Clark's upper body.
Clark scowled, easily bulldozing through the torrent of flame as brought his fist towards where Malita's head was.
But this time, Malita was prepared. And Megatron made sure that his daughter didn't get by on her title alone.
Malita barely dodged the fist that came for her face, delivering a TK charged punch to Clark's ribs.
It didn't hurt, but the unexpected force made Clark instinctually pull away from the hit as his hand lashed out, snagging Malita by her long, dark hair.
Malita yelped as Clark yanked hard, throwing her towards the edge of the room with a snarl.
Meanwhile, Fowler watched the entire thing from above, completely shellshocked.
The Bots and Cons were one thing, but he'd never seen a techno-organic in action.
And that doesn't even take into account the man fighting Megatron's daughter.
It was the guy from the Autobot's base. The one who'd revealed himself first.
It confused Fowler, and he definitely wanted answers… but for now, he'd be happy that this man would most likely be his savior.
He just had to stop Malita.
Meanwhile, the brawl between Malita and Clark continued.
Though he had some fighting experience, Clark's own skills were nothing compared to Malita's own training. However, his sheer power more than made up for that.
Malita had to use technical attacks, focus on staggering him, creating distance. She was realizing very quickly that Starscream and Megatron weren't exaggerating.
Every attack she gave seemed to have no effect, and a part of her had the inkling that Clark was toying with her.
Which he was.
Meanwhile, Clark was having the time of his life. He'd hadn't had a fight since Amy'd gotten pregnant, and even in highschool, he'd never been able to cut loose this much.
To be fair, it still wasn't much of a release, but the fact that it was the girl who'd put Talida through Hell was more than enough for him.
"What's wrong?" Clark asked as he noticed Malita beginning to struggle, delivering a strong haymaker that the teen just barely dodged, trying to counter with a TK punch to Clark's face. "Not having so much fun anymore?" He said with a smirk as he easily caught Malita's fist.
Malita's eyes widened, before she let out a shout of pain as Clark viciously twisted her wrist, forcing her to her knees as she made futile attempts to pry Clark's hand from her own.
She tried to hit him with a TK blast, but to her horror… he didn't even budge.
"Same trick won't work twice, Princess." He taunted, enjoying her struggles, before he snarled.
Malita let out a strangled yelp as Clark's spared hand snapped forward, wrapping around her throat with unbelievable force.
His face was the sheer personification of rage. He looked absolutely livid.
And a part of him was extremely satisfied at the look of fear in the techno-organic's face.
"You hurt Tally." Clark snarled, leaning right into her face. "You tortured her, made her hurt… left her scarred." His eyes began to glow. "So I'm gonna do the same to you."
Malita's eyes widened, and she realized just how bad of an idea it was to try and engage the man in front of her. "No!" She yelled out, though it was strangled somewhat by the hand around her throat, as she tried vainly to escape.
Clark's angry glare turned towards Malita's shoulder, and her screams echoed all through the room and the nearby hall as Clark's heat vision burned Malita's shoulder.
It was more pain than she'd ever felt in her life. The intense heat seared her shoulder almost immediately, and Clark made sure that his heat vision slowly burned her shoulder to an excruciating degree.
"PLEASE!" Malita begged, in tears at this point from the cruel punishment. "I'M SORRY!"
"Talida begged too, didn't she?" Clark snarled. "And you didn't stop. So I won't either." He growled. "No scream. "
Malita did exactly as Clark ordered as he upped the intensity, and she could feel his grip on her wrist tightning as well. She was positive that it would be broken when was done.
And she was right.
With a visceral snap, Clark twitched his wrist, brutally breaking Malita's own as he ceased his onslaught of heat vision.
Malita crumbled to the ground, clutching her now broken wrist as she cried, forced to deal with more pain than she'd ever felt in her life.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing was as bad as what she'd just endured.
"I saw the burn mark on Talida's wrist." Clark told the sniveling teen under him. "So I gave you a larger one." He said without remorse as he turned away from her, leaving her to writhe in agony as he went to free Fowler.
And Malita knew, from that day on… she wanted to kill Clark Kent.
The Terrorcons were relentless.
No matter how many Optimus and Ratchet took down, they kept coming, more and more taking the place of the fallen ones.
Ratchet had recommended the use of their swords rather than their blasters, and the fallen soldiers seemed rather unfazed by the Energon blasts.
But their energy was not infinite.
"Optimus," Ratchet called out to his old friend. "This prolonged exposure to Dark Energon is sapping our strength."
"We cannot falter now!" Optimus proclaimed with determination as he charged forward, Ratchet close behind.
More and more dead swarmed them, and despite their valiant efforts, Optimus was eventually overwhelmed, Ratchet following close behind.
"Optimus!" Ratchet cried out to his friend in horror as he watched a swarm of Terrorcons pile on top of Optimus, as another group of them swarmed himself.
The two were buried under the undead, and Megatron watched with sadistic glee as his old enemy was overwhelmed.
And then a ferocious battle cry echoed throughout the canyon.
A large sword burst out from the top of one of the dogpiles as Energon blasts rained in all directions, before Optimus broke free, sending them all flying as he vicously slammed the Terrorcon on his sword down, before blasting back another one in anger.
Making his way to the ones piling on top of Ratchet, he grabbed the closest two and slammed them together, before blasting the others off of him and helping his friend to his feet.
Megatron smirked. "After all these years, Optimus, still at the top of your game?" He taunted as Ratchet and Optimus seemed to gain a second wind. "My legion, FINISH THEM!"
With Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and the humans, the firefight going on between the bots and the Decepticons was a horror show.
Every time the humans would try to run away from the Decepticons, one would be their to block their path. The sound of gunfire was deafening, as was the footsteps and the noises of combat. Even Talida, who had been in this situation before, still found it all completely terrifying.
They attempted to get away once more, only for a Decepticon to be alarmingly close, reaching to pick up some of them, only for the massive form of Bulkhead to slam into the Vehicon and smash him into scrap.
Finally, after what felt like hours of deafening and suffocating battle, it was over.
Leading everyone to a room, Arcee opened the door, immediately taking out the Vehicon on the other side before both she and Bulkhead sprinted into the room, taking down all the Decepticons they saw.
They made short work of the poor Vehicons, and only when all the Decepticons were dead did Arcee give the all clear.
"All clear!" She proclaimed.
Bumblebee lead the humans into the room, making sure the door closed behind him.
"Wait here." Arcee ordered, earning beeps of objection from Bumblebee. "They're easy targets and they're slowing us down. They'll be alright in here as long as they stay put." She gave a stern glance towards the humans as towards the end of the sentence.
The Autobots were about to move out of the room, when the door opened.
On instinct, they all pulled their blasters, ready to fire on the possible threat. However, instead of a Decepticon, the culprit was much more welcome.
"Clark!" Amy cried out in joy as her husband walked through, supporting a visibly weak Fowler.
"Found him!" Clark grinned slightly as he dragged the poor agent into the room.
"Couldn't have come… a little sooner?" Fowler couldn't help but joke as he looked up at the Bots. "That prod thing does not feel good."
Talida visibly flinched, before she gave a slight chuckle. "Take it from me. It could've been worse."
"I don't doubt it." Fowler said with a nod, turning his glance towards Clark. "I owe you my thanks, in particular."
"Hey," Clark said with a chuckle. "Pretend you never met us, and we're even."
"Noted."
"Now, can we please get out of here?" Jack asked urgently. "I do not want to stick around. I've seen enough Cons today."
"I'm for that." Clark said with a nod. "Bee, a little help here? The man can barely stand right now."
"Hey, I'm not out yet!" Fowler yelled in indignation.
"Got it." Bumblebee beeped as he transformed into his vehicle mode, opening the back door and allowing Clark to help Fowler into his interior.
Clark immediately moved over towards Amy and Krystal, pulling them into a hug. "How did you guys get up here?" He asked as he kissed Krystal's temple before looking at Amy.
"A couple of those things found us after you all went into the ship." Amy explained, shuddering. "I was so worried… Krystal was scared to death."
"Daddy?" Krystal's small voice spoke up from in her mother's arms as she looked at her dad. "I'm scared."
Clark kissed Krystal's forhead as he gave a reassuring smile. "We're getting out of here, Krystal. We'll be okay." He whispered softly.
Bulkhead was about to transform, when he spotted something on a large purple computer screen. Something he recognized.
"Uh, guys?" He spoke, catching everyone's attention. "What do you make of that?" He asked, pointing to the screen.
Everyone turned to look at the screen, which showed a bunch of text written in Cybertronian, along with a picture of what vaguely resembled a Groundbridge.
"Is that-"
"Space Bridge schematics!" Arcee interrupted Talida. "What would the Cons need a Space Bridge for?"
"Whatever it is, it can't be good." Bulkhead remarked. "We need to get this to Optimus."
"I have a flash drive to copy it." Raf proposed, pulling out his hard drive as he approached the computer. "But I don't see a place to plug it in."
"It's not a human computer, Raf." Clark remarked, before he turned to Miko. "Hey, you got your phone, Miko?"
The teen nodded. "Yeah." She said, pulling it out. "I already got a few good pictures!"
"That's neat." Clark said, not caring whatsoever. "You wanted to help? Here's your chance. Take a picture."
"On it." Miko said with a nod, snapping a picture of the schematics.
The sound of voices alerted everyone that it was time to go.
"Alright, everyone!" Clark spoke up catching everyone's attention. "Talida, Jack, you two get Arcee. Everyone else, pick a bot." He instructed.
Bulkhead and Arcee transformed at his words, Talida and Jack moving towards the femme. Amy and Krystal entered Bumblebee while Miko entered Bulkhead.
Once everyone was loaded up, the Autobots sped off, focusing on evacuating the ship as Clark run behind them, providing cover fire and taking out any Cons that posed a risk.
Finally, after much struggle, Optimus and Ratchet had eliminated most of the Terrorcons.
Though their numbers were massive, they were not infinite, and eventually, they had to come to an end against the sheer willpower and determination of Ratchet and Optimus Prime. Meanwhile, Megatron watched with a satisfied grin, despite the fact that his army had been decimated.
"Bravo, Optimus." Megatron congratulated sarcastically. "Though, this is just a prelude. You may wish to save your strength for the main event." He taunted.
Optimus glared at Megatron, determined to stop him as he began scaling the cliff towards Megatron. "You will not prevail, Megatron. Not while Energon still runs through my veins."
"Fitting that Dark Energon flows through mine." Megatron sneered, before jumping into the air as Optimus took a swipe, hoping to catch Megatron.
Optimus fired his blaster at Megatron, desperate to bring down his foe, but Megatron was a skilled pilot for a reason. He watched in disappointment as his foe successfully escaped.
"If this wasn't Megatron's endgame," Ratchet spoke nervously as Optimus helped him up the cliffside. "What is?"
Back at Autobot Outpost Omega 1, the mood was rather dreary.
Optimus was currently wrapping a metal cast around Ratchet's arm, which had been damaged during their battle, while Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead all sat around the main hub.
Miko was resting on at the top of the ladder, her feet dangling off the edge as she watched Optimus patch up Ratchet.
Jack was leaning on the railing of the human area, Talida by his side as he rested his head on his fists. Talida was rubbing his back, trying to calm his still frazzled nerves.
Fowler was resting on the hospital bed, unconcious, recovering from the torture that he'd been put through.
Amy was currently sitting on the couch, Krystal tucked into her side as she slept. Raf was sitting on the otherside of the couch, his knees tucked into his chest.
Clark was gripping the railing, his head down, deep in thought.
"What happened to you guys, anyway?" Miko asked curiously.
"We engaged an army of undead Cybertronian warriors." Ratchet answered.
"Zombies?" Miko exclaimed. "You fought zombies and I missed it?!"
"Be thankful you did." Talida remarked, glancing towards her friend.
"Bulkhead." Optimus spoke as he finished patching up Ratchet. "You excercised extremely poor judgement in allowing the humans and my daughter to accompany you." He berated.
"Hey Prime?" Clark spoke without looking up, catching the Prime's attention. "If your gonna chew someone's ass, you need to chew out the person who caused most of this shit to begin with." He advised, glaring at Miko out the corner of his eye. "Miko decided it was a good idea to sneak along."
"I helped though!" Miko defended, turning towards the Autobot leader. "Check it, recon!" She exclaimed as she pulled out her phone, holding it towards Optimus.
"Ratchet," Optimus spoke after examining the picture. "Take a look. It could be of importance to Megatron."
"Wait, Megatron's back?" Jack asked nervously, turning to Talida. "That's bad, right?"
"Oh yeah." Talida nodded. "Very."
"I… I don't understand." Ratchet spoke, causing Miko to look at her phone.
Rather than the schematics, it was a picture of a dead Vehicon.
"Oops. That's the Con who tried to blow everyone away from the airship. At least, before Bulk, Bee, and Clark turned them into scrap!" She said, doing some mid air punches.
"Miko, we were all nearly killed. This isn't a game." Jack snapped. "When are you going to get that through your skull?"
"You're right, Jack, we were all almost killed." Miko retorted. "Including them!"
"You don't say?!"
Everyone jumped out of their skins, even the bots, as Clark's temper finally exploded.
"Clark-" Amy was about to say something, but Clark interrupted her, continuing before she could.
"Hey, Miko? " Clark's voice was deep, gravelly, and his eyes were glowing red with rage. " How many of us here needed to be in danger?"
Miko couldn't help the feeling of fear on her face as she looked at Clark. "I-I don't-"
"You were told to STAY HERE! " Clark growled, his voice echoing through the base as he stomped towards Miko. " INSTEAD, YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO SNEAK OFF WITH BULKHEAD!"
"Clark…" Amy walked over to Clark, resting her hand on his shoulder, but Clark simply brushed her off, continuing towards Miko.
"IF YOU HAD DONE WHAT YOU WERE TOLD, ONLY PRIME, RATCHET, AND BULKHEAD WOULD'VE BEEN IN ANY SORT OF DANGER!"
"Clark…" Optimus spoke up, hoping to sate his anger in some way.
But Clark had tunnel vision. He was going to make sure Miko knew exactly what she'd done.
"You wanted to help? No! " Clark snarled. " You wanted a cheap thrill, and damn everyone else!"
"That's not-" Miko looked near tears at this point.
"You left the base, is what put most of the people here in danger! YOUR ACTIONS! AND YOU DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN! "
"CLARK!" Amy's voice finally broke through the haze, and Clark's gaze snapped towards his girlfriend. "Calm the fuck down, you're scaring everybody!"
At her words, Clark looked around, scanning over everyon present.
Miko was practically in tears at this point, the guilt and fear both eating away at her. Jack had Talida behind him, both of them looking at him nervously.
Raf was over on the couch, looking over at Clark with terror in his eyes, and even the Bots looked worried about his next course of action.
With a frustrated sigh, Clark closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, calming his nerves.
And then he looked directly at Optimus.
"We're leaving." He proclaimed, to everyone's surprise. "If this is what it's like being here, I'm not putting my family through it."
"Clark-"
"No, Prime!" Clark interrupted the Autobot leader. "Look, I respect you, I really do, but I will not put my family in danger on a daily basis."
"I'm leaving to." Jack said, catching everyone's attention.
"Woah, Jack, hold on-" Talida started, but Jack looked at her.
"No, Talida!" He snapped. "If this is a regular day with the Autobots, I want no part of it!"
"Jack-" Talida tried once more, but Jack wasn't having it.
"No!" Jack shouted. "You might be okay with this, but I don't want to have to live looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life!"
"What, you think I wanted this?!" Talida snapped, tears in her eyes. "You have a choice, Jack! I never got one!" Talida's voice quivered as everyone turned their attention to her, listening to her every word. "I was born into this, Jack! I never had a choice! That's the only thing I ever wanted…" She snifflled as she continued. "I wish my mom was alive, I wish that I didn't have to deal with this stupid war… but you can't fight fate…" Her voice hitched as she averted her gaze. Everyone was stricken by her words, particularly Jack, Optimus, and Clark, as her voice was laced with sadness. "All I want is a choice… is that too much to ask?"
"Talida…" Jack said, feeling terrible that his friend was crying.
"I need a moment…" Talida said, taking a breath a she tried to wipe her tears, while she pulled out a small device. "I'll see you all at school."
Suddenly, a Groundbridge appeared, and Talida walked through it, leaving a saddened mood upon everyone.
Optimus sighed as he turned to Clark. "Clark, I will gladly send you home if you wish… but you need to hear something."
Clark's gaze lingered towards where Talida had been standing, before he turned to look at Optimus. "What?"
"It never occured to me, due to being unfamiliar with their powerset… but I believe I'm familiar with what species you are."
Clark visibly perked up, eyes wide as both he and Amy looked at Optimus in surprise.
"You do?" He asked, a little excited.
Optimus nodded. "I'd have to see the craft that brought you here for sure… but I believe you are part of a race known as Kryptonians." He revealed.
"What are Kryptonians?" Arcee asked curiously.
"Kryptonians and Humans greatly resemble each other, but Kryptonians were far more advanced. From what I know, they were as advanced, if not moreso, than Cybertron." Optimus recalled. "Due to the harsh conditions of their planet, they evolved to the point that they gained nutrients from their solar radiation."
"Solar radiation?" Raf questioned curiously. "Like the sun?"
Optimus nodded. "Yes. Under a red sun, Kryptonians are only stronger and more durable than a human by a fair amount."
"But Earth's sun is yellow." Clark said with a raised eyebrow.
Once again, Optimus nodded. "Under a young sun, such as a blue one, or Earth's own yellow one, Kryptonians are one of the most powerful creatures in the universe." He looked at Clark. "I'm not sure what you can do exactly, but I have a feeling that there's more to your powers than even you know."
"Where was the planet?" Clark asked curiously. "Krypton, I'm assuming Krypton is what it's called?"
"Krypton was situated in the Andromeda Galaxy, under a red sun." Optimus revealed.
"Was?" Amy spoke. "Don't you mean is?"
Optimus looked sad. "No. it was."
None of them liked the sound of that.
"What does that mean?" Jack asked, worry in his voice.
"Krypton was destroyed… around twenty years ago." Optimus revealed, to the horror of everyone there. "As far as I knew, there were no Kryptonians left. They all died with their planet."
"But…" Clark spoke softly, mortified by the news. "I… I made it… could there be others?"
Optimus looked at Clark with sympathy. "It's possible, Clark, but you are the first Kryptonian to ever be encountered in the time since it's destruction. If there are anymore out there, the chances of finding them are extremely low."
Clark looked down. "Oh." Amy looked at her boyfriend sadly, rubbing circles along his back in an attempt to comfort him as his hopes were dashed.
Everyone looked at Clark in sympathy. Even though their planet was uninhabitable, there were other Cybertronians out there.
But Clark was completely alone.
"I'm afraid that this revelation came with grave news." Optimus spoke up once more. Ratchet visibly flinched next to Optimus. He knew exactly what he was about to tell Clark. "Megatron knows of your existence."
Clark snorted. "Yeah… I thought that was why we were here."
"You misunderstand, Clark." Optimus spoke with a shake of his head. "The Decepticons might've known about you all until today, when it became a certainty. But Megatron not only knows of your Kryptonian heritage, but…" Optimus trailed off.
"But what?"
"Megatron spoke your name, Clark." Ratchet revealed, in place of his old friend. "He knows that the Autobots have encountered a Kryptonian by the name of Clark Kent."
Clark felt horror flood him. Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons… knew who he was.
His gaze slowly shifted towards Amy, who looked just as horrified as he was, and they looked at each other for a moment, before both of their gazes moved to their daughter.
"We understand if you still want to go home." Optimus assured. "But I strogly urge you to reconsider."
Amy and Clark looked at each other for a moment, communicating a thousand words in just a second, before looking at Optimus.
"Give us tonight…" Amy requested. "Just to think about it."
Optimus nodded. "Of course."
"Please, Lord Megatron!" Starscream cried out. "I meant no-"
He was cut off as Megatron slapped him once more.
"I ordered you to await my command!" Megatron growled as he slapped Starscream to the ground. "Instead, you mindless agenda resulted in the disabling of my ship, the delay of my hands, and my daughter being left scarred and injured by the Kryptonian!"
"My intentions were pure, Master!" Starscream pleaded, only for Megatron's large foot to stomp down onto his entire torso and head. "I only wanted you to be rid of Optimus!"
"No one rids me of Optimus but me." Megatron snarled. "Do you understand?! Do you?!"
"Lord Megatron, I will make things right! I swear! I know how to set your plans back on course!" Starscream proclaimed, causing Megatron to take his foot off Starscream, though he was still definitely impatient.
"Explain, Starscream." Megatron ordered as he grabbed Starscream by the throat. "Quickly."
Clark sighed as he sat on the couch in his night clothes, a pair of dark blue sleeping shorts. So much had happened today, and it was all crashing down on him at once. Even after returning to base, he still couldn't bring himself to relax.
Now was the first time today that he was able to relax.
"Krystal's in bed." Amy spoke as she walked into the living room, wearing nothing but a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of panties as her night clothes. "She's really tired after everything that happened today."
"I hope she doesn't have any nightmares." Clark stated without looking towards Amy.
Amy tilted her head, looking at Clark in concern as she took a seat next to him, pulling her legs up onto the couch. "Still thinking about everything?"
"How can I not?" Clark retorted as he leaned forward, resting his head in his hands as he propped his elbows on his knees. "I mean… my race is extinct… The Decepticons will be gunning for me… that puts you in danger-"
"Hey." Amy interrupted, softly but sternly, her hand cupping Clark's cheek as she pulled him to look at her. "The Decepticons are something we deal with together."
"Amy-"
"No." Amy shook her head, never breaking eye contact with Clark as she put her fingers onto his lips. "We promised… the day I found out I was pregnant… that we would work through everything together."
"Amy, how can we work through the Decepticons together?" He asked, shaking his head. "They nearly killed you and Krystal, not to mention Jack, Talida, Miko, and Raf."
"Clark, you… you're my sparkmate." Amy declared, causing Clark to look at her in confusion.
"Huh?"
"It's a Cybertronian term. Optimus told me it meant the one you want to be with all your life… the one you love with everything in your being." She explained to her boyfriend with a smile. "That's how I feel about you. I love you. I want to be with you. I want to marry you some day, and I want to die with you."
Clark looked at Amy for a moment, before he smiled slightly. "And you're my sparkmate." He proclaimed softly, gently grabbing her chin as he leaned in close, kissing her.
Amy gladly returned the kiss, before they seperated. "Feel better?"
Clark smiled softly. "A little."
"What's on your mind?" Amy asked, looking at Clark in concern.
Clark was silent for a moment, before he turned away from Amy. "I'm alone, Amy."
Amy's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
"My species is gone, my home planet is gone." Clark spoke, sadness in his voice. "I'm the last of my race. I'm all alone."
"That's not true." Amy said sternly.
"Amy, you heard Optimus-"
"Shut up!" Amy said firmly, surprising Clark when she climbed onto his lap, straddling him as she glared into his eyes. "You aren't alone, Clark." She said aggressively.
Clark looked at her, surprised by how much this seemed to agitate her. "What-"
"Stop!" Amy said, putting her hand on Clark's mouth, silencing him. "You are not alone. Sure, Krypton might be gone, and I'm sorry that you'll never know you're birth place." She said sincerely, leaning close to Clark as she cupped his face her hands. "But you are more human than you'll ever be Kryptonian. You have me, you have Krystal… you're mom… Pete, Lana, Chloe…" Amy shook her head as she looked into Clark's eyes. "You will never be alone, Clark."
Clark couldn't help the feeling of elation he got at hearing her heartfelt words. "Thank you." He whispered softly, cupping the hand upon his face with his own.
Amy smiled as she moved closer to his face. "Someone has to set you straight." She whispered as she kissed him.
Clark pulled Amy closer to him as he gladly returned the kiss, melting into her comforting presence.
When they pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes.
Clark found himself entranced by the beauty of the woman he'd fallen for in highschool, looking into her blue eyes as he moved her hair fell in front of her face slightly.
Amy found herself hypnotized by the handsome features of the man who's child she'd had, taking in his chiseled jaw with slight scruff, his piercing blue eyes, and his dark hair.
The two felt an urge, deep within, that forced their lips to clash once more, this time more intensely than the first.
The two relished in each other's presence, Clark's rough but gentle hands catching her shirt as Amy's own delicate hands gripped his shoulders.
When the two finally parted again, they were both panting slightly, Amy being slightly, out of breath, but both of them had another feeling going through them.
Hugging her to him, Clark stood up, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from Amy as he easily held her aloft.
Amy's legs wrapped around Clark's waist as they kissed once more. All the while, Clark used his memory of his home to carry the two towards their target.
Their bedroom.
Krystal was asleep, and they didn't always get the luxury…
Once they made it do their bedroom, Clark gently kicked the door closed, granting them privacy.
Amy gasped slightly when she felt her back fall against the bed as Clark gently, but quickly, pried her away from him.
Amy watched in anticipation as Clark gripped the waistband of both his shorts and underwear, dropping them to his ankles and stopping out of them, exposing his already semi-hard member to her.
More than eager to please her man, a smile came onto her already flushed face as she quickly removed her own shirt, pulling it over her head and frazzling her hair slightly as she exposed her bra-less chest to Clark.
Clark kicked his shorts and underwear away as he bent down towards Amy's crotch, his hands finding the sides of her panties pulling them down, Amy gasping slightly as Clark forced them out from under her.
Smiling up at Amy, Clark crouched down till his head was level with the top of the bed, and he pulled Amy till she was sitting on the edge.
Amy looked down at Clark in anticipation as he eyed her glistening womanhood for a moment, before gasping when he touched his mouth to her sensetive nub.
"Clark…" Amy moaned out with a shuddered breath as Clark ran his tongue across her most sensetive spot, her hand instictually intertwining with his hair to encourage him.
Clark looked at his girlfriend's face, carefully watching her reactions, wanting to see everything he was doing to her.
Amy's legs almost instinctively pulled together on Clark's head, and any other man most likely would've complained.
Clark wasn't any other man.
Amy's hands fisted Clark's hair, and she couldn't help the cry of pleasure when Clark began suckling gently on her clit.
"C-Clark…" Amy gasped, looking down at Clark. "Don't stop."
Clark glanced up at Amy, lust in his eyes as he moved a little lower, until he was even with her entrance.
And the Amy let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a gasp when Clark inserted his tongue inside her.
The woman flopped back onto the bed, her hands still tightly gripping her lover's hair as he brought his hands up around her legs, beginning to rub her clit as he ran his slick tongue along her inner walls.
"Oh god, Clark!" Amy cried out when Clark gently pinched her nub, her legs coming up and wrapping around Clark's head as she tugged on his hair.
Clark was proud of what he was doing. He always loved the little sounds Amy made when he went down on her, and the taste of her fluids were never that bad either.
Amy could feel it. Her orgasm.
She couldn't take much more of this. Clark had always been skilled. He was determined to learn every way possible to make her moan and scream… before he put it in.
"Clark… Ah, Ngh! I-I'm gonna-" Amy tried to warn, but Clark knew what she was gonna say.
With full intent to make her fall apart, Clark tenderly ran his finger across her clit as he pulled his tongue out of her.
And then he brought his mouth slightly higher, and gently bit down on her nub.
" AH~! " Amy cried out in bliss as she came undone, her fluids pouring all over Clark's mouth as she gripped his hair for dear life.
Clark smiled as he lapped up as much of her fluids as he could, swallowing it all and enjoying the sweet taste. It always made him happy, tasting the nectar of her ecstasy.
Amy panted, her face flushed red as she came down from her orgasm, looking down at Clark as he stood up to his feet.
And his member was at full mast.
Most other girls would be intimidated. Clark was exceptionally gifted down below… whether it was luck, or a natural part of his heritage, she didn't know. But it made her happy.
She was always a little more sensetive when Clark made her cum before they actually had sex. But she could take it.
Considering how he can get when he's just fucking her like crazy, she's more than willing to settle for this when they're making love.
Giving him a teasing grin, Amy dragged herself up towards the top of the bed, Clark climbing after her, desire in his eyes.
"Come on~ Follow me…" Amy whispered, her eyes lidded with lust as Clark crawled onto the bed after her.
She finally stopped when she could feel a pillow against the back of her neck, and her gaze followed Clark's as he climbed above her.
When she was hovering over him, she couldn't help but admire him.
Clark was quite the site, in Amy's opinion. His body was perfectly sculpted, herculean. Every muscle on his body was perfectly defined, and just looking at it made Amy's legs weak.
Clark viewed Amy in much the same way. Her flushed body was beautiful, lying under him. It looked as if it belonged to a supermodel, in his eyes anyway, and it was only enhanced, in his opinion, by her sprawled out under her head.
"Are you ready?" Clark asked softly, smiling down at his girlfriend with a love filled gaze.
Amy smiled at that. Clark always focused on her comfort. He wanted to make sure that not only was she alright with it, that she wanted it, but that she was ready.
Amy was silent for a moment, simply smiling up at Clark as she pulled her legs up, spreading them in an inviting manner, presenting herself to him.
"Always." Amy said sincerily.
Clark smile grew, and he lowered himself down, their bodies coming together, her breasts pushing against his chest as he kissed her.
Amy gladly returned the passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around Clark and hugging him close as Clark reached down with one hand, gripping himself and lining up with her still moist entrance.
She moaned as his tip pushed past her folds, before Clark let go of himself as he slowly pushed himself deeper into her.
Once again, they were one, two lovers joined together by their desire for each other's presence.
As he pushed himself deeper, slowly, allowing her to adjust to every inch of him, they seperated from the kiss, Clark groaning in pleasure as he looked down at his girlfriend, writhing under him from the sensation.
Amy let out shuddering gasps as Clark finally sheathed himself completely inside her, stilling himself, staying frozen as he allowed her to completely adjust to him. Clark simply looked down at her, brushing some of her blonde hair off her face as he admired her pleasure filled face.
"You're so beautiful." Clark whispered out as he leaned down next to her ear, holding her close to him. "Tell me when you're ready…"
Amy was silently for a moment, gasping, as her tight love canal adjusted to the large rod inside her.
One thing about Clark's size… it almost always felt like the first time.
Not in the sense that it hurt, obviously. Her hymen was long since broken. But it was more in the sense of… taking his sheer size.
It wasn't a necessarily painful experience, but it wasn't an easy one either.
But once she adjusted… it was always the most wonderful thing in the world.
"Y-You can… Ngh… you can move now." Amy gasped out, any sense of discomfort having disappeared, leaving only the already immense pleasure.
Nodding, Clark carefully examined every inch of her face as he began to move.
Amy let out a gasp as Clark pulled out slowly, his member creating ripples of pleasure as it moved along her walls, stopping when only the tip was in, before pushing back in immediately.
"Mmm… Oh, Clark…" Amy moaned as Clark set a slow, steady pace, thrusting into her core as he groaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling back into his head at the sensation of Amy's womanhood gripping him.
"Oh god, Amy…" Clark couldn't help but gasp out. He could tank Energon blasts and massive falls, but it was the woman under him that turned him into putty. "I love you so much."
"I-Ah!" Amy interrupted herself with moan of pleasure as Clark sped up a little. "I-I love you too." She said with a smile, her lips tightening as she let out a muffled moan. "I love you so fucking much."
Her delicate hands gripped his powerful frame tightly, her legs wrapping around Clark's waist as he found a fast, strong rythim, his thrusts into her core sending pleasure through her entire body.
"Mmm… Ahah! Clark!" Amy cried as Clark finally the sweet spot, tagging it with ease with every thrust. "You-AH! Oh! You got my-Mmm!"
"You like it, baby?" Clark asked with a smile, touching his head to hers in an intimate move as they made love.
"So much!" Amy gasped. "Please, don't sto-AH-op!"
Clark smiled. "Never." He whispered as he kissed her, holding her to him for dear life.
Amy couldn't help but gyrate her hips, moving them in time with Clark's thrusts, the need for pleasure pushing her. "You're-AHAHHA! Oh god, you're so big." Amy moaned when they seperated, her eyes closing as she tossed her head back and let out a loud moan.
Clark groaned in pleasure, littering her neck and her chest with soft kisses, the site of his woman writhing in so much pleasure urging him on, encouraging him to make her happy.
Amy's hand trailed up Clark's back and into his hair as his mouth came down onto one of her breasts, teasing her nipple with his teeth.
"Oh god, Clark…" Amy's voice was pleading, needing, as she looked down at Clark. "You-Uuh! You know just what buttons to push."
Clark let go of Amy's nipple from his teeth as he moved back up above her. "It takes two to tango… ohh…" Clark groaned out.
Amy smiled up at Clark, and her hands ran from his back and down his arms, taking his hands into her own.
Clark gladly let her, their fingers intertwining as he pinned her hands above her head, holding them in a tender grip.
Amy took in the site of Clark's toned body thrusting into her above her. The site alone made her walls flex around Clark with need.
Eventually, though, the pleasure had to become immense for both parties.
"Clark!" Amy whimpered, the pleasure building inside her. "I'm gonna-"
"I am too." Clark gasped out as he looked into her eyes, his throbbing member twitching inside Amy as his orgasm rose rapidly.
Clark lowered himself down, their hands still intertwined in each other comfortingly as his lips met Amy's.
It was this act of intimacy that triggered them.
Amy cried out, muffled by the kiss, as her walls tightened around Clark's member inside her, spraying her love juices all over his crotch. For Clark's part, her released himself, groaning into Amy's mouth as he released his seed inside her, pumping it deep into her womb.
The feel of Clark's semen inside her was a warm, comforting one, and one she'd felt numerous times before, as she tighted her legs around Clark's waist, excelling his pleasure as she pulled him even deeper into her.
As Clark finished emptying his seed deep into his girlfriend, he found himself pulling away from the kiss, panting along with Amy as he looked into her eyes with an untold amount of love.
"I love you, Amy." Clark spoke softly as he moved to lie next to her on the bed, moving some of her hair out of her face with his finger.
Amy gave a loving smile, her flushed face turned towards Clark's own. "I love you too, Clark." She proclaimed quietly as she moved towards him, bringing her arms together as she snuggled into his chest.
Clark pulled her close, her presence an immense pleasure, as he grabbed the cover and pulled it over the himself and Amy.
"I want you to know…" Clark whispered into her ear. "That I'm lucky to have you in my life. That I'm lucky I found you in the rain that day. That I'm lucky you had Krystal. That I'm lucky you accepted me for me."
Amy smiled, tucking her head into Clark's chest as he softly kissed her head, running his hand through her hair. "I want you to know… That I'm lucky to have you in my life too. That I'm lucky you found me that day. That I'm lucky you gave me our daughter. That I'm lucky you chose me." She whispered softly. "I love you… with everything in my heart." She murmured.
"I love you too." Clark mumbled into her hair as he held her close.
The couple found themselves fading into sleep, Amy snuggled against Clark's chest and wrapped comfortably in his arms as he held her lithe form in his strong arms.