Chapter 19: Together
(FLUFFY FLUFFY FLUFF)
Optimus leaned back in his chair and raised his arms high into the air, letting the joints pop and hiss as they reset. He groaned into the stretch, the movement feeling heavenly after sitting in the same position for so long. He let out a relieved sigh as he relaxed back into his chair.
He was in his office/room, doing paperwork, as usual. He rather detested paperwork, but it never seemed to end, there was always some approval document or human government demand he needed to sign off on.
Optimus was picking up another data pad when the door to his quarters opened up. He was startled for only a moment, wonder who else would be entering his quarters, before he remembered who else had access to his room. A light surge of relief went through his frame.
Corvin was a good distraction.
She entered into the room, carrying a small crate that seemed to weigh quite a bit. She was grumbling under her breath. Optimus smiled when he heard several profanities in there as well. Corvin set the box on the berth with a heavy 'thud'. She leaned against the box, her hip jutting out as she looked at him.
"What is that?" he asked.
"Stuff," she said, grinning charmingly at him while clasping her servos. Her helm lolled onto the shoulder of the arm that she had holding her up on the box. There was a glint in her optics that Optimus knew all too well now. It was a playful glint (dirty jerks).
Optimus hummed and stood, not breaking optic contact.
"Stuff, hu?" he said, slowly walking around the chair. Corvin's grin grew and she shrunk over the box, covering it with her frame.
"Yeesss," Optimus could hear the suppressed laughter in her voice.
"What kind of stuff?" Optimus asked, one last time.
"Stuff."
Optimus dove and Corvin shrieked. His servos grabbed at warm, smooth metal, wrapping around a thin waist. He picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder. The femme laughed loudly, her claws grasping at the armor of his back. He swung her around a bit before pulling her back down and pinning her to his front.
"What's in the box!?" he asked over Corvin's laughter. Optimus was smiling and laughing a bit as well. The reason he was laughing was because of Corvin's laughter. When Corvin laughed, a hard laugh, she had the tendency to sound like what she referred to as an "inhaling goose getting stepped on". Optimus had to agree. When Corvin laughed hard, he did indeed sound like an inhaling goose.
Corvin apparently could feel that he was laughing at her not with her and slapped his chassis.
"Stop laughing at me, damn it!" she demanded, still trying not to laugh. She kicked at his shins (he had her lifted off the floor), the loud banging sounds from metal hitting metal mixed with the laughter.
They calmed down after a while and were just smiling now. Corvin smiled brightly up at Optimus, like he was the best thing in this world. And that was what got Optimus.
The way she looked at him, no matter what expression she had, it always showed how she felt. Corvin wasn't to good at hiding things, and she was very expressive. She liked him more than both were willing to admit. She looked at him like he was the sun shining after a year of darkness. Optimus didn't know what to feel about it; a part of him was flattered and pleased to have someone look at him like that, and another was worried.
Optimus pushed it to the side and asked again.
"What is in the box, Corvin?" he asked, tilting his helm to the side.
"Oh! Just something I asked Domi to make for me." she said, slipping out of his arms.
"Domi?" he echoed, just to make sure.
"Yes, she likes making things. Keeps her from getting bored. I asked her to tailor some things for me." Optimus was confused. Tailoring was something for cloth, he believed. Why would Corvin need something to be tailored? Perhaps one of the blankets got ripped?
He asked, "Did one of the blankets get ripped?"
"Oh, no. I asked her to make some cloths for me." Corvin informed, confusing him further. "Human garments," she explained further. "I liked the look of them so I bought like, a mile of fabric and had her make some things for me."
"Like what?" he asked. Corvin grinned evilly.
"You'll find out." she said, an evil little chuckle at the end. Optimus didn't know whether to be scared or not, but he assumed that Corvin meant something sexual.
She normally always did.
"Should I be worried?" he asked, watching her closely as she walked back to the box.
"Hmm, about what?" she asked.
"Well, I'm unsure what to be more worried about, my life or my genitals." he said. Corvin smiled widely.
"Hehehe, a bit of both maybe." she said suggestively with a hint of (playful) threat.
"Should I get Ratchet on what the humans call 'Speed dial'?" he asked. The seeker outright laughed at that.
"I thought we already did?" she said humorously. "You know, since all those things started happening to us." Optimus nodded.
"We have fallen quite a few times."
"Yeah, and you are huge and way a fuck-ton." she grouched, no doubt thinking about the times (quite a few of them) where a taxing overload made Optimus fall on her. He was larger than her by quite a few feet and weigh over three times as much as she did. She came up to his windshields, so when he fell on her those few times, he covered her whole frame.
Optimus contained his snickers, remembering the Corvin's muffled voice and her arm flailed out from either side of him. His snickers turned to full laughter as he saw the look that Corvin was giving him. It was comical how far the sides of her lips were pulled down, the angle at which she held her helm (her chin almost sticking in the air) made it even more hilarious.
"Shtaapp" she drawled in one of her 'voices'. Corvin had a tendency to use different voices or accents to make people laugh. He found out that she had been doing them for so long that it was just a natural thing she did now, even in normal conversations, barring the serious ones. Optimus smiled some more.
"All right," he said. Optimus walked over to the berth and sat next to the box. He reached over and pulled Corvin into his lap. He positioned his arms over her wings, so that they were against his sides and under his arms as he wound them around her front. "When should I expect to see these articles of clothing" he asked.
"Um," she leaned forwards and pulled back the top of the crate just a bit to peek inside. "Probably tonight, or tomorrow. I have a few that I can just wear around base when I don't feel like wearing armor. OH!" Corvin began laughing "I have one for Ratchet!"
"For Ratchet, hm?" he questioned, raising an optical brow. Corvin turned her helm and smiled cheekily up at him.
"Yes, For Ratchet." she said. "Poor old mech, he deserves something." she stuck out her lip. "Probably hasn't gotten laid in a millenia." Optimus barked out a laugh.
"I highly doubt that." he said
"How so?"
"Ratchet was known well amongst the Autobot rank for many reasons, Corvin. His medical expertise was the main focus, but it was also well known how much he got around." he stated, smiling fondly.
"Lot's of conquests under the belt?" she asked, Optimus nodded. "Lucky bastard," she said looking forward. Optimus's chassis rumbled with his laughter, which seemed to happen more frequently than ever. Corvin made him laugh quite a bit, she had a strange sense of humor that he enjoyed, not only watching ,but listening to as well.
"Altho im sure he'll appreciate the gesture," Optimus said, pulling her back to him. Corvin hummed and snuggled in, her wings flicking from under his arms.
"You are so warm," she said breathily.
"Thank you," he said, putting his chin on her helm.
"Welcome, hun."
Optimus moved their frames, pulling them both back so that his back would rest on the wall. They got comfortable once again, Corvin's wings having to fan out just a bit farther because of the wall now. Optimus sighed and relaxed, letting his optics close and his frame relax.
All was good for awhile, he almost fell into recharge even.
"You have paperwork don't you?"
"Ugh."
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"Corvin? Where are you taking me?" Optimus asked as Corvin lead him through the thickly condensed trees.
"It's a surprise, Optimus! Just come on!" she insisted, tugging his arm. Optimus didn't know where they were going, or why. He had been just finishing up his paperwork after being at it for hours and he was quite ready to recharge. Corvin had then barged into the room with a bright, eager smile. She had wanted to show him something, and he just couldn't say no. He had allowed Corvin to lead him through the base and through the ground bridge into a dense forest.
They had been walking for the better part of twenty minutes now, and Corvin insisted it was close.
Optimus was tired, and it was rather dark out now.
"It's not too far now," Corvin said. "Just up here, there is an rock overpass that we have to go under before we reach it." She slowed down a bit, and they reached the overpass not too long later. "Just through here, and we are here."
The overpass was a large rocky one, covered in moss and ivy that dangled down in front of the doorway.
"Come on!" she said, pulling him through. The ivy pulled over his frame as he went through the overpass. lt was dark for a moment, he couldn't see Covin even.
But then, all was alight.
Optimus gasped as lights danced across his vision in beautiful displays. They rolled across the clearing that they were in, a pocket in the side of a large rock outcrop where a small pond resided. Greenery crawled up the sides of the rocks that formed the walls, all the way up to the top where the rocks opened to the sky, where billions of stars shone, unhindered by the pollution human cities provided.
"What is this place?" Optimus asked in a daze. Corvin led him over to the water and sat him down at the pond edge.
"I found it when I was on patrol one night, I was flying over when I spotted the light. I came down and found this place." she said as she sat, she waved her servo around.
"The lights, where do they come from?" he asked, watching the lights move across the walls.
"An organic creature called a glow worm. They hid in the crevices of the rocks and only glow at night."
"How are they… moving?" he asked.
"They aren't, I checked. There are just so many of them that when they pusle it makes them look like they are moving." she told him, causing him to look around in amazement.
"Corvin, this is beautiful!" he proclaimed, hypnotized by the display. He looked back to her and smiled, he reached forward and grabbed her servo. "Thank you for bringing me here, Corvin."
"You're welcome, Optimus." she said, smiling back and grasping his servo. Her other servo moved back and pulled a can out of her subspace. She rattled it, grinning as Optimus's optics zoned in on the can.
"What is that?" he asked slowly, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, ya know," she said offhandedly, rattling a bit more. She looked over sharply, a grin forming on her face. "Stuff."
Optimus dove, Corvin shrieked.
Optimus chased Corvin through the clearing, the rust stick can rattling in her servos.
"No, no! Optimus, no!" she laughed loudly holding a servo out to him as he approached. Optimus was laughing, too, his own servos out in front of him, ready to grab her. She was backing up around the side of the pond, and he followed. She suddenly dove to the pond, water flying everywhere. Optimus dove as well, his servos reaching out and grasping at the can of rust sticks. Corvin pulled the can to her chassis, curling around it so he couldn't grab it.
A few moments later, they were both on the shore of the pond, both dripping wet. Optimus was chewing on a rust stick and Corvin was laying next to him, smacking his arm every so often.
"Jerk," she called him, to which Optimus shoved another rust stick into his mouth. "Cheeky jerk," she corrected, smacking him again. Optimus smiled and she returned it brightly. Optimus poked Corvin's mouth with one of the rust sticks and she allowed him to place it in her mouth for her. She grabbed it herself after that and started to chew it.
Optimus watched her, a pleasant look crossing over his face. He was happy right now, he was relaxed and not stressing himself or overthinking anything.
Corvin really was a good distraction.
(AN: I'm very surprised I finished this chapter! I originally didn't have the inspiration today, then it suddenly struck me. Lets have a fluff chapter, some lovey dovey stuff, because i haven't put too much of that in here.
RenaTamer: I don't think I'll be putting them together, but I never really know. I try to plan stuff, but half the time it just goes its own way XD
FlorLove152: Yes they are a group: Domi, Vela, and corvin. But the main character is Corvin and how everything affects her. Though I do and will have chapters just about the other two, but not too many.
Guest: Yes there will always be more chapters for this story.
GoddessNefertari18: OP is such a cutie pie isn't he? I love envisioning him as a big doofus XD
GhostofaGirl03: I have updated :D
Firewarrior123X: heheheeee soon little one, soooonn Mwahahahaa! *THUNDER*
Disappointed guest: Now, I want you to take a step back, two or three actually, and look at what you wrote to me. Now, look at the Author's note I wrote where you got inspiration to write such a message to me. Does it say anywhere in those 2-3 sentences that I am having intercorse with anyone of my three partners? In fact, have I stated anywhere in my entire story that I have participated in any form of sexual activity? No, not a single word. Now justify why you think it is ok to send me such a rude, misinformed, and hurtful review in which you call me a desperate whore and demand that I should "Change my mentality"? Not only do you not know me or anything I have been through, you have no right to demand that I change anything about myself. I do not affect your day-to-day life, I do not keep you up at night with thoughts of "That desperate whore is getting some right now", and I can assure you that one anonymous reviewer is not going to affect me at all either. And to answer your question, in the future im going to have a nice small apartment with my partners, we are going to be happy, and I do not care how disappointed you will be. If something like my relationship ruins this story for you, well, stop reading it. I have enough readers that one won't be missed. Your loss.
And a second thing, you send me this nasty review anonymously, an action you know cannot be reported nor replied to unless public. You are a coward, and need to mind your own business. Reviews are meant for the story, not my personal life.
Till All Are One!
