Wayward Phrases
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Chapter 4: Making Peace
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Carly opened the door to the knock, and it was with no surprise that she saw Spike standing there, a box of grocery-store chocolates and an inexpensive bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Yes?". Sparkplug had messaged her earlier and let her know what was about to transpire, and to please go easy on the boy if she didn't want to put their relationship back together. They did still have to live in some proximity to each other.
"Carly? Um... I brought you something..." he said awkwardly, proffering the gifts.
"Really? Oh... Well, thank you." She tried to sound unsuspecting. Carly took the flowers, smelled them appreciatively, and then opened the box of chocolates and popped one in her mouth before insisting that he have one too.
"I... I wanted to apologize for being a jerk a few weeks ago. And for breaking up with you like that."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I kinda reacted badly."
"I forgive you. We had been hiding it from you."
"And I understand why. I guess I would have hidden it too, if I were in your shoes."
"Spike? Do you want to talk about it?"
He poked at a seam in the floor. "Well sorta. I've been thinking about you a lot."
"Shall we sit down?" She gestured into the room.
"Um, sure..."
Carly found a vase-like metal cylinder to put the flowers into, filled it with water, and arranged them prettily as Spike glanced about the room noticing her things scattered amongst Ironhide's. She'd definitely moved in with him with some degree of permanence. Her bathrobe hung next to the sink. A lacy tablecloth draped over the coffee table, atop which lay several trashy celebrity-gossip magazines, one of Carly's guilty pleasures. Her coffee-maker and microwave sat plugged in atop the desk. He cringed on looking at the berth. There were a lot more fancy cushions and comfortable-looking blankets on it than would be normal for a macho Autobot warrior.
After placing the flowers onto the desktop, she ate a couple more chocolates and then hopped up into the huge chair opposite the one Spike had taken.
"Look, Carly. I've been thinking about it, and I miss you."
She smiled inside. Knowing Spike's pride, that had taken a lot of courage, and probably a lot of practice to say.
"I was kinda hoping maybe we could be friends again, like we used to be."
"Like we used to be?"
"I guess, I must not have been that great a boyfriend. I mean, I guess you're happier with Ironhide and … and… and the others."
"Ironhide's... just different for me. I've been learning a lot from him. But I thought you were great as a boyfriend. A bit too young perhaps, but you looked after me on missions and cared about my feelings and always talked to me."
"But you obviously needed more."
"I guess I did."
"We agreed..."
"We did."
He took a deep breath. "So, if you'd like to be friends again, like we were, I'm okay if you still keep... living with Ironhide... and hanging out with Bumblebee and Jazz. I miss Bumblebee so much, and I want to be friends with him again."
Carly could see that he was fighting not to cry. The loss had hurt him perhaps more than she'd expected. And it seemed that he'd matured considerably in the short time that they'd been apart. "You'd be okay with that?"
"The Autobots aren't jealous, and I'm trying not to be. It's just hard to think of a relationship where one can be that close with other people. But it's normal for them. Hound and I talked, and he said it was. Sometimes two of them will pair up exclusively, but it's usually older bots that do that, and it sorta fell out of favor after the war passed the 500 centuries mark. At least that's what Traibreaker said."
"Do you think you can move past this? I mean really move past it?"
Spike looked over at her, the glint of tears in his eyes. "I want to. I want everyone to be happy and caring and fighting the Decepticons instead of each other."
Carly wanted to remind him that he was the only one fighting, but held her tongue. She hopped down off of her chair and moved over to stand next to Spike. "And you'd really be okay with me still living with Ironhide? And... doing what we're doing?"
"I think I can. I'm just surprised that he doesn't hurt you. Or does it hurt?" He suddenly looked down at her with great concern on his face, a concern that wasn't jealousy or indignation.
"They've been very, very careful with me."
"And... would you still be willing to get like that with me when I'm eighteen?"
She smiled and lay her hand upon his knee. "You were worth waiting for before, and you still are."
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Carly curled up at Ironhide's side, sticky and sated, the two of them drifting pleasantly toward recharge. His thumb stroked absently at the month-old tattoo on her lower back between her hips, a Mars symbol interlocked with a Venus symbol. Only the ring on the Mars symbol was not a ring, but a cogwheel. "You know," said the warrior softly and sleepily, "Optimus Prime asked me today how things have been going for us and how we were getting along. So I told him."
"Oh? How did he react?"
"He was glad to hear you were enjoying it. In fact he expressed an interest in perhaps taking you to his berth some night, if you'd be up to it."
Stunned, Carly sat up. "Optimus? Really? I'm... I'm both flattered and intimidated." It was difficult to imagine that Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobot faction—perhaps the most powerful Cybertronian alive, would be interested in her. And as if that weren't intimidating enough, his sheer physical size had to be on an incomprehensible scale for any sort of union to even be possible.
"I can understand that. I felt the same way the first time he took me back to his quarters. But it's not an experience to be missed." Ironhide vented wistfully.
"Really?"
"Really. If you'd be interested, I'd be happy to arrange it for you."
She giggled and leaned against his chest and kissed the plating. "You'd play the pimp for me?"
Ironhide sat up slightly. "There's no exchange of money involved. That's not appropriate for the guardian partner. If that's what you thought was going on..."
Carly giggled again. "I was only teasing."
Ironhide sighed with relief and settled once more.
"But what about his size? He's huge compared to me. He's big even for you, isn't he?"
The mech chuckled. "Surprisingly, he's more than equipped to deal with someone of your size. It comes with the territory when you're the Prime."
"Oh really? How's that?"
He stroked her blonde head. "I'll see about introductions tomorrow. I think you'd prefer a demonstration over an explanation."
"All right. I'll trust you on this. You've not steered me wrong yet."
Ironhide shuffled his head deeper into his pillow and pulled his canvas sheet up more closely. "And I'm about to fall asleep here, so as much as I'd love to stay up chatting I'm afraid I'm going to have to say goodnight, darling."
"Mmmm," she sighed and lay back down. "I'm with you." Carly rolled onto her side and wrapped herself around Ironhide's huge dark grey hand. In a couple more years she'd be falling asleep in Spike's arms... her faithful human boyfriend who'd made one more step into fully embracing the Autobot culture. And as she headed for slumber, she thought of the four mechs she called her lovers:
Ironhide... loving and enthusiastic but with an unexpected gentleness in his touch.
Bumblebee... carefree and lighthearted, and heavily into having her hands enmeshed tightly within his wires and circuitry.
First Aid... reserved and clinical until he got her clothes and his mask off, at which point he became the Cybertronian version of the Kama Sutra.
Jazz... dramatic and unpredictable. She couldn't help but wonder how much of his special-ops training got put to use in the berth.
Her thoughts bounced between the memories of the mechs she'd bedded and into the intriguing possibility of bedding Optimus Prime himself. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would ever become so close to these giant alien robots, at least close in this manner. What a strange twist of fate a bit linguistic misunderstanding had brought about.
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The End
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Need more funny-sexy stories? Check out my other stories in the "Wayward" series:
Wayward Kisses - Spike falls for a femme.
Wayward Lessons - Jazz seems to have gotten Cosmos pregnant.
Wayward Colors - Carly's new car attracts a lot of attention.
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Transformers and all related concepts, characters, worlds, and events are property of Hasbro and Takara Tomy. Original characters and story elements are property of E. Potter, writing under the pen name of Miratete.
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Author's Notes:
Carly's Tattoo – I absolutely love the final scene of this story, a very happy Carly having found her place regarding relationships. The tattoo really sums it all up. And it's really a funny concept if you watch G1 season three and beyond episodes, or the Headmasters series, and wonder if she's still not exclusively Spike's.
The Reason this fic exists – The following is a transcription of part of Ron Algar Watt's YouTube review #37 of the Transformers G1 episode "Desertion of the Dinobots: Part 1."
"Man that opens up a whole world of questions. Number one would be: 'How did Carly know exactly where Bumblebee's pleasure button was?' We haven't seen her for about fourteen episodes, and when we saw her last she had an unmistakable fetish for robots. How exactly has she been passing the time since then?"
When it was three-fourths written, I discovered there was a request for it on Tfanonkink:
REQ: G1, Carly/Ironhide, xenophilia, carly is adventurous (and borderline technosexual)
2012-12-24
Ironhide really, really wasn't expecting to be the first Cybertronian to interface with a human. He doesn't think of himself as particularly experimental, but damned if he can say no to this odd, endearing little creature.
I just really want to see confident, happily perverted Carly talking Ironhide into all sorts of things he never thought of before. I'd like to see her with an honest kink for machinery even before the Autobots showed up. Non-sticky preferred, just to up the xeno factor.