Chapter 8: Close

Ratchet was in frenzy when they got back, having all of them sitting on the med bay berths, checking them over and over again. He dismissed everyone but Optimus now, and he was busy popping out a few dents in the mech's armor around his helm. Corvin was daydreaming about what she could have done when she was holding Optimus in the air. Poke and prod at his sensitive bits? Hold him close and never ever let go? Corvin hummed as she thought of just holding him close and never letting go. She'd get to smell him and it not be as creepy as she would have to be now.

At least she and Optimus were on some-what friend-like terms, guess fighting with someone helps you get closer in a way. She had casually joked with him and he had gone with it, even hummed a bit in what she wanted to assume was amusement. She really wanted to be and good terms with Optimus, even if she knew she didn't really have a chance with him, which was sad to think about. So she chose not to think about that. Instead she went back to thinking about how she had gotten to hold him so close today, how he was so warm and surprisingly soft. Not squishy, but not rock solid either… it was strange but pleasant.

Corvin felt something in her stir as she stared at Optimus, something deep … something dangerous. She had been holding it back ever since she got here. Her fingers twitched and her arms tensed, her throat constricted and her vocal cords hurt. She could feel how every cable and wire in her body tensed; she could feel how a strange chemical compound was released from her processor into her veins, igniting them with a strange but oh-so-pleasant feeling. Corvin stood up carefully and walked from the room with jerky movements. She couldn't let them see her like this, never. It would terrify them, and Corvin didn't wish to have that. The thing deep inside her moved, pulling her back towards the room full of bots. But she remained firm, moving forward out of their sight before sprinting down the hall.

They could never find out her secret. They would never look at her the same again if they knew her terrible secret. It would scare them; make them look at her differently, with fear and suspicion. They could never know.

Corvin moved into her room, locking the door behind her. The thing clawed at her insides, wrapping dangerous fingers around her mind and tightening her voice. She fell against the wall, shivering. She couldn't hold it back any longer; she needed to let it go! And that's what Corvin did. She released…

The fangirl

OoOoOoOoO

Vela's audios twitched from where she sat next to Bee in the Base's main room. She could have sworn she heard a scream…

OoOoOoOoOoO

Oh god! She was a Transformer, oh goooooddd! This was a dream come true! AHHH! Optimus was real, and he could see her! Every bot could see her!

Corvin placed her servos on the sides of her face as she laughed hysterically. Her optics were huge from the amount off chemicals her processor was releasing into her body. Know that saying 'high off life'? Well she was 100% feeling that right now as her mind released happy chemicals. She felt the heat behind her optics, the way her whole body shuttered from the increase in her energon flow. Her voice was burning from how much she wanted to scream and how much she had been screaming. She sat there, digging her claws into the floor and the wall as she released her pent-up fan.

"Oh My GOSHH! It's Optimus PRIIIMMEE!" She was sure she was dying; this was such a perfect thing happening to her, so amazing. Hell, maybe she was in a coma somewhere making this all up in her crazy oxygen-depraved mind. "Oh, Mom! If I am indeed in a coma, please let me sleep!" Corvin felt a bit foolish talking to the heavens like her Mom could hear her wherever she was, but she couldn't find it within herself to care. Because guess what? SHE waS in Her FANdoM!

Corvin couldn't help it, she got up and started to prance around her room. She made a beet, dancing to her own grove as she celebrated.

"Oh, yeah! No-more fan art for me! Cuz I got the real thing!" The femme sang out as she shuffled around her room. "Optimus is a hand's distance away!~ Dose Bitches be jelly now, cuz I got him now! Oh, yeah Oh yeah!" Well she didn't really have him, but he had a whole hell of a better chance at least being his friend now. Corvin continued to dance, laughing as she thought of meeting all of her favorite bots; she already met her two favorite Autobots: Ratchet and Optimus. Now she just had to meet Megatron and Knockout then her quest would be complete!

"And my parents all said it was impossible for me to marry a truck! Well who's laughing now!?" Corvin yelled to the ceiling. "You judged me and made fun of me for being more attracted to robots than my own species! Well maybe this was destined to happen and some higher force was preparing me! Because obviously I can't be with a human like this!" Corvin felt the happy chemicals die away in her systems at the thought of her family.

Her family… She hadn't thought of them since she got here.

Corvin had a good life, filled with opportunities that she took when she could. She went to one of the best public schools in America, and that was where she met Domi and Vela and her crew. Corvin took phycology classes, and later became a therapist when she graduated from college with a doctorate. She had become an art and music therapist, and she took delight in helping people overcome their problems through hobbies. She helped people convey and overcome their emotional turmoil through art and music and writing and… whatever else it took. She was happy with what she did for a living, and she would have done it for the rest of her life, but then this had happened. Corvin was sure that she was fired.

She had a good connection with her family, and she loved them greatly. But her family was repressive, and her parents were not ones to give compliments or praise. It felt nice to get away from their negative outlooks, like a weight had been lifted away from her gut. She missed her sibs though.

Corvin smiled, she missed her brothers and sister, and they were cool. Feeling chipper, Corvin decided to head back to the main room. Besides…

She had a hot Prime to drool over.

Corvin let out a little 'hehe' before exiting her room, Corvin almost skipped to the main room. Moving down the hall, Corvin let a large, perverted grin cross her face as a certain red and blue Prime popped into her mind. Oh what she would do if she wasn't worried about losing all respect from him. Bad things, very bad things.

She reached the main room to find it the same way that she had left it in. And Optimus was still in the Med Bay. Good, she didn't think that she'd be able to face him right now and not grin like an idiot, thinking back on her previous thoughts. Corvin struck up a conversation with Miko about a mutual OTP.

"I seriously think that John and Sherlock are totally gay for each other, and that show was nothing but a fan service." Corvin stated from where she was leaning against the platform, Miko sitting on her knee.

"Yeah, you could totally see it after John's wedding, even before." Miko agreed, nodding her head, the piggy-tails bobbing with it.

"'He's clueing for looks.'" Corvin quoted, Miko snorted.

"That was one of the best times, ever."

"One-hundred percent," The two girls giggled. "Hey you wanna hear a cool song?" Corvin asked grinning down at the Japanese human. Miko vigorously nodded. Corvin opened a small box-tab on her HUD, pulling up the track that she wanted to show. Music played from a set of speakers in her chassis. An awesome mixed beat played out, drawing the attention of the rest of the bots that were present and not in the Med Bay.

"Brace yourself, Brace yourself," Came out from the speakers. The beat rocked out in a techno-step up, and Miko and Corvin started rocking to it. Soon Bulkhead and Bee joined,

"Your last chance, last summer, your last dance, to beat to your own drummer. Go out fighting, go out young, a flash of lighting, eclipse the sun. (Brace yourself)…" The song continued and the whole base-minus Optimus and Ratchet- was grooving. The bots were grinning, doing silly things the kids were showing them like the cabbage patch and the sprinkler. Everyone looked ridiculous. A new song switched on and they all adjusted their moves to match the song's beat.

Corvin was grinning widely, this was great. It was amazing how she could just play a good song and suddenly everyone would start dancing. Corvin waved her arms above her helm as she moved around, dancing with everyone. Miko and the boys were dancing on the platform; it had taken a bit of nudging to get Jack and Arcee to dance with them. Yet another song came on and Corvin shared the info through the Com. to the rest of the bots in the room, having them also blare it through their speakers. It was a very upbeat song and it had everyone jumping or fist-pumping the air. It was good that Bulkhead chose to pump his fist in the air, not to be mean… but Corvin was sure if he jumped like the rest of them it would cause an earthquake, especially with the fragility of human architecture. Vela danced next to Bee as Corvin dance next to Bulkhead and Arcee.

"Random dance party!" Miko shouted. Corvin was laughing like mad; these bots didn't know how to dance! Corvin decided to educate them. Grabbing Arcee's servo she twirled her around. Arcee grinned up at her as Corvin led her around by her servos.

She and Arcee had become pretty good friends during her stay here; Corvin assumed that Arcee was happy not to be the only femme on the team, so she befriended them surprisingly quickly. Arcee also helped Corvin learn some Cybertronian.

A 'whooshing' sound was heard. The bots looked over to the Med Bay doors to see Ratchet looking at them with a 'really' kind of expression. The music was still going and Corvin decided to take Ratchet's attention off of the embarrassed bots.

"Hey Ratchet!" She jumped into his view and his optics snapped up to look at hers.

"Good, just the femme I needed." The music slowly dyed down as Corvin looked curiously at Ratchet.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I need your assistance. Your claws can each into spaces my fingers can't." He informed, Corvin nodded, he probably needed her to get some wires or something that he couldn't reach, she was happy to help.

"Sure thing," She turned to the bots, "Keep the party goin', guys." She smiled at them before turning and following the medic into the Med Bay. She smiled wider as she heard the music start up again. She followed Ratchet into the Med Bay, spotting Optimus sitting on one of the berths. Ratchet went over and typed in the terminal for a moment, logging something into it.

"So what do ya want me to do?" Corvin asked, placing her servos on her hips as she shifted her weight to her other ped. Ratchet waved his servo over to Optimus and Corvin felt her cheek plates burn. That was a bad way to say it… Did Ratchet..? Damn it.

"I'll show you what you need to do in a moment." Ratchet informed. And in a moment he did. He led her by the berth Optimus was sitting at. "Optimus got rocks lodged in many of his gears and seams, restricting his range of motion and damaging his joints. I need you to remove the rocks."

"How did the rocks get there?"

"The fall."

"Oh" Corvin nodded her helm. Optimus looked a bit sheepish at the information from where he sat. "Um… how am I supposed to do this?" Corvin looked a bit panicky as the information of what she had to do sink in. She had to touch him, closely, in his seams and joints to get out the little rocks in there.

"Just reach your claws in and scrape out the rocks, it's not hard." Ratchet informed like it was a simple walk. Corvin didn't know what to do; they both looked so calm about this, like it was nothing. Corvin was close to Optimus once and in that one time she had almost grouped him several times and kept smelling him like some creep, now Ratchet was expecting her to get all up close and personal with him for a good amount of time like it was no-biggy.

Corvin stood in front of the red, beautiful Prime that she was about to help, she had to get it together! She had to cast aside the fact that she was about to prod around in his seams, which were sensitive, and the fact that he was sexy's incarnate. Damn this was going to be hard.

The berth was raised, making Corvin come optic level with him. She moved closer as Optimus observed her, standing just in between his knees. If she was kneeling right now she'd be level with- Oh God, Cast aside! Cast aside that thought! Bad thought! Be a good femme, Corvin and don't let your mind go into the gutter!

Corvin took Optimus' arm, scraping her claws into his wrist, dislodging the rocks. She concentrated on what she was doing, not on the Prime that was still staring at her. She moved up his arm and decided it would be a good idea to say something to take her mind off of what she was doing.

"I did tell you to avoid the trees." She commented. She felt more than heard him rumble in his chassis.

"Yes, you did inform me to be cautious of them." He sounded amused, if only slightly. Corvin smiled, feeling her wings relax a bit from their tense position on her back. The rocks lodged in his shoulder were being a pain in her ass, and they only moved when she pushed really hard.

"Damn rocks." She muttered, focusing on her work. Unconsciously she moved closer, almost pressing herself into him as she worked to get a better angle. A little part of her mind was overjoyed, and a bit excited at their close proximity. She could feel the heat coming off of him. She smiled in victory as she dislodged the large rock. Optimus rotated his shoulder, giving a released sigh as the movement was not hampered by the rock.

Corvin almost forgot who she was working on as she continued, thinking only about getting out all of the crud from the seams and joints. Some of the stuff she pulled out wasn't even rocks! Shrubbery, branches, rocks, mud flecks! The list went on. Corvin pursed her lips as she finished the second arm and started to work on the neck and helm area. Optimus' optics were closed, weird. Her fingers worked in, dislodging all of the crud and crap that had collected and stayed in Optimus' gears. She tilted his helm to the side, working out the crud that collected under his neck cables. She was also giving him quite the massage as well, working out the knots in his wires to get under them. She prided herself in giving the best damned massages…that were free. A silent rumble went through his chassis, she only knew due to how her chassis was now pressed to his as she worked. A piece was being stubborn, a branch was stuck and well hidden under one of the cables on the right side of his neck, which was her left side. Corvin couldn't see it well; she had to move to do so. So she came closer, moving her helm to try and pear in-between the thick cables in his neck.

There it waaass! Corvin huffed in victory as she moved her claws to pinch at the branch before pulling it out. She pulled back, throwing the branch in the pile of shit she had pulled out of this mech's seams. Fuck, did he ever clean this stuff out? His fingers were big, yes, but he could have gotten help with it! She mumbled a few things under her breath about all of the crud she was cleaning out. She then finished with his neck and worked her way down, getting in his chassis. She pulled out rocks and dead shrubs from behind his windshields and from in between his other plates.

Corvin never really took note of Optimus' reactions to her… preening.

Her claws were digging into seams and dislodging things that had been giving him pain as far back as when they first arrived to Earth. And Corvin was also the first bot in a long time to be this… close to him. All of the Autobots gave Optimus a good ten foot bubble of space that they never breached except on rare occasions. Corvin had only been here for a few months and she had already breached his bubble of space more than anyone else. In small ways, like standing a bit closer to him than the others, patting him on the shoulder a few times, and when she had flown him to stop the train. Now she was very close to him, preening him like a seeker would. She got out all of the little bits that had been bothering him over the stellar cycles they had been here. It felt…. Nice. To be close to someone, it was frighteningly foreign.

Corvin was a good, kind femme. He admired her for her cheer and how she wanted others to be happy. Optimus… didn't know what to do at the moment. Corvin was being nice to him, but she was making things… difficult. She was close, very close, getting in all of the seams of his neck and chassis. He could smell her, her scent was almost intoxicating, the mix of a breeder and a femme seeker permeating the air. She had huffed when she was getting that branch out of his neck, and she had blown hot air on his sensitized neck cables. His servos twitched as her claws reached into another seam on his chassis, digging out another rock. Optimus felt guilt as his core temperature rose.

Optimus didn't know that if Corvin had known, well… she wouldn't be complaining. Actually, Corvin would probably be the most proud, smug little femme in the universe if she had known. But she didn't know, and Optimus didn't know either. Mutual ignorance.

Corvin was too concentrated to think about just what was going on. Some deep part of her just had to get this shit out of his seams, make him shinny and pretty looking. Corvin hummed as she began to work on one of his legs, moving back and around to sit on her knees next to him to gain easier access. Her claws traced one of the scratches on his paint, that deep thing in her pinging that it shouldn't be there. But she wasn't here to fix his paint job; she was here to get the crud out of his seams. She dug out it all, working her way up both of his legs, all the way to his hips.

This was getting bad for Optimus. His legs were more sensitive than the rest of his frame. Corvin didn't know that, and she didn't know that she was hitting sensitive parts that even he didn't know about. Optimus didn't want to put Corvin nor himself into a bad position. Optimus' base programing was screaming at him that this femme was a highly fertile mate that would produce strong, healthy offspring. Optimus didn't listen; Corvin was a soldier and team mate, nothing more. And he would not interface with her. This didn't stop the raw programing in him from flaring, crashing against his solid wall of control. The wall didn't even shutter. Optimus was in full control of his frame. He clamped down on every wild program within him, shutting off all the lines of code that had emerged since Corvin had started her task.

Corvin moved behind him and resumed her work. The seams on his back were larger than the ones on the front, and she had little trouble digging in. Optimus relaxed under her servos as she worked out some knots n his back cables. Optimus sighed, allowing Corvin to continue as she worked out a rather large knot under his right shoulder. She finished with his back after a few minutes, and moved onto his helm. She lightly worked her claws into the seams in his audios, drawing an unexpected purr from the Prime. Optimus blinked this hadn't happened before. But… no one had ever touched his audios before. Optimus didn't protest as she continued, working her claws into his chevron and audios, purring deeply all the while. Corvin finished not long later, removing the last rock from his frame.

"Well, there you go, Optimus." She patted his shoulder, still sitting behind him. Corvin was slightly glad that it was over, she was two seconds from grabbing him and never letting go. Did Optimus know that his purring was driving her insane? The kind of insane that usually ended with some hot kinky shit behind closed doors?

"Thank you for your assistance, Corvin. It was much appreciated."

"Happy to help," Corvin replied. Her mind was racing; thoughts of him being so close were feeding the dark fantasies that sat at the back of her mind, purring evilly. She wanted to trace the scratches on his frame, to run her servos along the glass of his wind shields as he purred. Corvin bet that he would look amazing, his helm thrown back, his ventilations deep as he tried to cool the heat that had gathered in his frame as she explored.

Corvin hummed, these thoughts were bad to have in the presence of others, someone might catch on and ask her what she was thinking about, and then she would have to come up with some good lie that was acceptable. She didn't know if she'd be able to lie convincingly to trained warriors that could smell the smallest of hints deception. Better not chance it.

Corvin was still very close to Optimus, neither had moved much since she had finished. Damn he smelled amazing. Wonder if he's as tasty as he looks. Corvin held back her grin at the thought, biting her lower lip to hide it. Ok, she had to go now.

She stood, stretching to pop the joints in her arms and some in her back. Corvin released a grunt of relief as she settled back down. Placing a servo on the opening between Optimus' neck and shoulder, Corvin smiled at him.

"I'm gonna head to the wash racks, I'll see you later?" She made her stance a comfortable one, showing her ease and openness. Optimus nodded.

"Indeed, I shall see you later on in the day." Optimus replied from where he was still sitting, he had to stay until Ratchet gave him the "all clear". Corvin smiled wider before turning and exiting the room, her servo not leaving his shoulder until her left arm range.

Corvin left the Prime's sights before rubbing her temples. She needed a cold shower. Corvin sighed before inhaling deeply; she still smelled like him.

"Great."

AN: Ohh~ stepping it up! Trust me, Corvin is only going to get worse from here on out as she encounters more and more of Optimus and his amazing smell and his delish hips.

Im so very sorry about not being able to upload sooner, but school started and I'm taking AP classes and on top of it all I have marching band from 2:45-5:15 every day except Wednesdays and weekends. But weekends are also eaten up by parades and competitions. Like this Saturday I have to wake up and be to the school by 3:15 AM. Yeah, I'm not joking. I'm going to be marching at halftime for the Northwestern game, look for the white, black, and gold uniforms, I'm in there somewhere.

Why is psychology so hard?!

I love you all! Stay tuned for my next update.

What do you think will happen next?

Till all are one~!