A/N: Hey guys just to let you know there are a few steamy scenes coming up but they still don't interface yet. Also I kind of wanted to embarrass Bumblebee, but I don't think Transformers actually wear lipstick, I just thought it would be funny ;) enjoy and review please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers
Bee returned with the energon and Ratchet excused himself hurriedly.
Bee frowned after the medic, handing Magnia her energon. "What's up with him?" he messaged.
"I'll tell you later."
Bee shrugged, "Okay. So, where do you recharge?"
Magnia shook her helm angrily, "I'm not assigned a room. I'm not an Autobot, remember?"
"You are," Bee took her servos in his. "Everyone already considers you one anyways; Optimus is just being difficult."
"Not everyone," Magnia glanced unhappily at a few of the bots who were glaring steadily at her and Bee.
Bumblebee sighed, "Come on, let's go to my quarters. Everyone can't be so judgy there. You need somewhere to recharge anyways."
She followed him to his quarters, remembering what Ratchet had said that would surely lead to. Her faceplates warmed as they entered, wondering if that was what Bumblebee was intending.
He glanced back at her bemusedly, "It wasn't, actually. But if you wanted to..."
"Dammit," Magnia cursed. "How do you always know what I'm thinking?"
"We are connected now Mags," Bee smiled happily, slipping his servos into hers. "I feel everything you feel; your pain, your happiness, your worry. And you can feel everything I feel."
"Hmm," Magnia sighed happily feeling Bee's joy and energy wash over her, feeling how amazing he felt. "It's not that bad I suppose."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the tip of her nose.
"What did you mean, if I wanted to?" she mused.
"Magnia," he grinned a little. "I am a mech, you know. We almost never turn down interfacing."
She teased, "It's a miracle you've kept your mechood then."
Bumblebee's faceplates flushed a deep blue, "I see you're beginning to use the bond to your advantage. It's just...nobody ever was special enough to me."
"Aw you're so cute," she teased.
"Hey, you still have yours too!" he protested.
"I know, it's just funnier because you're a mech. We are finally alone together," she murmured.
"We are," Bee traced a digit across her lips.
Magnia squirmed with pleasure, "Uggh fine. But don't tell Ratchet or he'll kill us."
"Deal," Bumblebee cupped her faceplates in his servos, working his glossa into her mouth. She pushed him down on the berth and began to cover his faceplates and neck with kisses as he stroked her thigh.
He traced his digits up her back and began to caress her wings; he knew how sensitive flyers' wings were. Her wings stiffened at his touch and she moaned as he continued to stroke them.
She ran a digit along the seams of his armor and he inhaled as she pried his chassis plate off. He groaned as she kissed his bare chassis, and he rolled her onto her back.
"Your turn," he grinned.
She shivered with pleasure as he began to kiss her neck, hooking her leg around his waist. His servos drifted ever so gently over her port, making her moan.
He was commed suddenly.
"Primus dammit!" he cursed, and switched to the commlink. :What?!:
Magnia could hear the conversation through their bond, trapped beneath him.
:Primus, sorry to bother you Bumblebee,: Optimus said, slightly annoyed.
:Optimus,: Bumblebee sighed. :I apologize, I was in the middle of...something important.:
:How important?:
Bumblebee smiled naughtily at Magnia, :Very important.:
:Well, could you come and meet Ratchet, Prowl, and myself in the docking area? It is somewhat urgent.:
"Go," Magnia sent to Bee, smiling up at him. "I'll be waiting when you get back."
:I'll be there in a minute,: he commed Optimus and then shut off the comm link. He sighed, gazing down at her lovingly, "We can't seem to catch a break huh?"
"Nope," she ran a digit down his chassis, making him shudder. "You better hurry back or I might get...bored."
"Naughty femme," he teased, pinching her aft. She giggled and he got up reluctantly, slipping on his chassis plate.
Bumblebee received a few catcalls on his way to the docking area, which confused him.
"Woohoo, Bumblebee!" Jazz whistled.
"...What?" Bee asked, but Jazz just laughed and kept walking.
Confused, Bumblebee entered the docking area and spotted Prowl with his back to him, "Hey...Prowl."
"Oh good, you're here," Prowl mumbled, sorting through a stack of datapads. "Ratchet, Bumblebee's here."
The tactician bot turned around, looked at Bumblebee, and dropped all of his datapads.
"Bumblebee, what-" he broke off, trying to contain his laughter.
"What...is it?" Bee frowned. "Everyone...keeps...whistling...at me."
"Yeah I bet," Prowl burst out laughing as Optimus and Ratchet came out of Ultra Magnus' ship.
Ratchet's jaw dropped and Optimus said angrily, "That's what was so important?"
"Where is my wrench?" Ratchet yelled, shifting rapidly through medical files. "I'm going to kill that stupid mech!"
Optimus sank into a chair and buried his faceplates in his servos with a groan as Bee demanded, "What...is it?...Somebody...tell me!"
Through peals of laughter Prowl explained, "You-hahaha-you have lipstick all over your faceplates, Bumblebee."
Prowl burst out laughing again as Bee rushed to a mirror with horror. Magnia's maroon lipstick had left perfectly visible marks all over his faceplates and neck.
"Nooooo…." he groaned, grabbing a towel and rubbing his faceplates until they were raw. "Primus...dammit."
Ratchet located his wrench and whacked it heavily on Bumblebee's helm. "You slept with my daughter?!" he yelled.
"No!...I...didn't!"
Ratchet's optics glowed threateningly, "So you slept with someone other than my daughter?"
"No!..." Bee yelled, ducking the wrench again. "We were...interrupted."
Optimus' optics widened, "That's what you were doing when I-?"
Bee blushed badly, "Ummmmm...no?"
"That's it!" Optimus yelled, clapping his servos over his audio receptors. "Magnia can have her own quarters, and if any bot catches you two in each other's quarters after eight o'clock, I will kill both of you."
"I second the motion," Ratchet snarled angrily.
"You...can't!" Bee protested. "We're...bonded...supposed to-" he broke off and blushed.
"I know plenty of bots who are bonded who do not interface," Optimus growled.
"Who?...Nobody...in this...joint...is bonded...except...me and...Mags."
"Well," Optimus sputtered. "I've known plenty of bots that were bonded and didn't interface then. And you will be the first one I know currently!"
Bumblebee crossed his arms and seethed silently as Ratchet and Optimus boarded Ultra Magnus' ship.
"Prowl will explain what is going on to you," Optimus sighed. "Hopefully we will be back within a few solar cycles."
He nodded to Prowl, "Please keep an optic on them and report back to me."
Prowl nodded and Optimus' helm disappeared into the ship, and they flew carefully through the hangar doors and out of sight.
"So...where are...they...going?" Bee asked angrily.
"The basic gist of it is, Optimus combined the Allspark with his Matrix to defeat Unicron, but it's causing some problems, so they're going to Kaon to try and find an old Allspark container," Prowl sighed.
"Sorry about this Bumblebee, but Optimus did leave me in charge, so you and Magnia can't..." Prowl trailed off. "Well, you get what I'm saying."
Bumblebee waved him off, "It's...fine." Unhappily he commed his bonded to say that they probably wouldn't be interfacing for a while.