Knock Out had come to see Diana every day that week, although some days he only poked in for an hour or so, but she didn't care about time, she was just happy he was with her, like now.

"It's too hot for this nonsense." Diana whined. She was lying in the gravel driveway of her shop, a car up on skids so she could crawl beneath it to change it's oil.

"It is the desert." Knock Out shrugged. He was sitting nearby, watching her work.

"Ugh, forget it, I'll do it tonight." she wriggled out from beneath the car, standing up and stretching to crack her back.

He smirked, watching as she linked her hands over her head and bent about to work the kinks out of her joints. "Lazy squishy."

"Oh I'm lazy?" Diana scoffed, walking over and kicking at his foot. "It's been how long and you still haven't fixed my bike."

Knock Out smirked, poking at her with a finger. "Because once I fix it my debt to you if finished, and we don't want that do we?"

She rolled her eyes, reaching for the finger he'd poked her with and running her hands along the metal of the digit. "I'd like to think it's more than a debt that keeps you around."

"Hmm, no, I can't say there's anything else that would keep me here." he teased.

"You're mean."

"I'm an asshole, get it right."

She giggled, turning to head into the garage. "I want to go swimming."

"Good for you." he replied, voice a little wary. "But I don't do swimming."

"I said I wanted to, you don't have to you baby." she climbed the stairs to her loft, shedding her work clothes and pulling a new set out of her dresser; she swapped her undies for a red bikini, also pulling out a pair of denim cutoff shorts and a green tank top. She grabbed a pair of flip flops on her way down, walking over to where Knockout still sat.

He blinked at her as she walked up. "I don't think you've ever shown so much skin." his gaze hovered over her legs.

"Well, I'm usually in work clothes, but it's hot." she murmured, pulling her long hair up into a pony tail.

"I like it." he smirked, lifting himself and flipping backwards, transforming as he moved.

"Such a show off."

"You love it." he chuckled, popping the door open for her.

They had gone to the mountain lake Diana had taken him to the day they had run errands, although this time they both walked about to the far edge of the lake, to a small hill surrounded by trees.

"We used to have picnics here." Diana smiled, rummaging about the large bag she'd brought, pulling a blanket from it and shaking it out before lying it over the grass.

"It's a nice spot." Knock Out had one hand on his hip, watching as she smoothed the blanket out.

"Mmhmm." she walked to the waters edge, one of the few spots where there was an actual sandy beach, to walk into the water a few steps. "Oh that's heaven, so nice."

"If you could rust you wouldn't be saying that." he dropped into a sitting position near her blanket, watching as she pulled her sandals off and threw them back up the beach.

"Oh it's hot enough today, you'd dry in a minute."

He only rolled his optics at her, though the moment he returned his gaze to her he found himself gawking.

She had taken hold of the bottom of her tank top, lifting it up and over her head to toss it next to her flip flops. Her thumbs hooked into her shorts next, hips wiggling as she squirmed out of the cut offs. She tossed those up the beach as well, her eyes meeting his.

"Whoa." was all he could manage.

Diana felt a blush on her cheeks. "Shut up."

Knock Out chuckled. "No no, it's not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all." He leaned sideways, reclining on his left side, his left arm propping his head up. "Cybertronian or not, curves are curves." he purred. "I think that attraction is programmed deep no matter the species."

She shook her head, turning away with a grin and walking into the lake until it was deep enough for her to dive under the water. She reappeared on the surface a few feet away, sighing happily as she wiped the water from her face. "Much better."

"For the record, red looks good on you." Knock Out called from his spot, humor in his voice.

She laughed, diving under the water again.

She didn't swim for too long, only about ten minutes, before she wandered back to the shore. She tugged her hair from it's pony tail, the water having made her hair heavy.

"I understand the fascination your males have with swimsuits now." he grinned, his gaze never leaving her as she made her way to the blanket, flopping down on her backside.

"Well, I rarely go swimming so, don't get used to it." she smiled, stretching out on her back so her head was near his chest, feet pointing towards the lake.

"Hmm, but maybe I like it?" he reached a finger down, trailing it from her feet to belly.

"I'd say tough luck for you." she giggled, squirming a little under his touch. "That tickles."

He smiled at her, watching as she closed her eyes, enjoying the summer sun.

"So, I have a question." he spoke softly, almost shyly.

Diana opened one eye, watching him curiously.

"Why is there so much, intimate content floating about your internet?" he glanced down to her, his head still resting in his left hand.

"Intimate content?"

"You call it pornography."

A laugh bubbled from her. "Oh, well, I guess it's a human thing, don't you guys have porn?"

"Eh, yes and no, interface isn't as taboo as your species makes it out to be, but we don't have mountains of information on it on our data net."

She closed her eyes again, an amused smirk on her lips. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

Diana blinked, looking up to him again. "About what?"

"How you would pleasure yourself." his voice was low, smooth as velvet.

She stared at him a moment, unsure of what to say. Before her brain could process it, she had spoken. "Do you want to see?"

He watched her a moment, a devious grin on his lips. "I would." He touched the index finger of his right hand to her stomach again, tapping gently.

Diana felt her cheeks warm again, but she wasn't exactly embarrassed, an odd wave of excitement washed over her. "Okay." she said quietly, lifting her hips so she could slip out of her bikini bottoms.

Knock Out had shifted his hand as she moved, the appendage sitting next to her, almost cradling her. He watched with great interest as she shed her swimsuit until she was naked.

"If you laugh, I'll beat you down." she gave him a small smirk.

"I wouldn't dream of it." he hummed.

She seemed to accept that and closed her eyes, letting her hands wander her body, now dry from the sun. "I've never really, done this in front of someone."

"Haven't you had intercourse before?"

"Of course I have, I'm twenty six and a total babe, but I mean, this is different, okay?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, it's alright." she looked to him, smiling. "I want to."

He returned the smile, warm and tender.

She re-closed her eyes, inhaling softly as her left hand delved between her legs, carefully exploring herself. Her right hand wandered out, finding one of Knock Out's fingers and taking hold of it.

His spark hummed happily at the contact, proving his earlier statement true, same species or not, such attraction was programmed deeply. He kept his gaze on her, watching as her hand worked, her legs spreading wider to allow herself easier access to her most tender areas. She gave a soft gasp and twitched, her hand holding tight to his finger, maybe they weren't so different after all.

A strangled mewl escaped her as she sped up her ministrations, her face crinkled in focus. She would twitch occasionally, her hips lifting and rolling in response to her actions between her legs.

Knock Out was entranced, still as could be as he watched her, oh how he wanted to touch her... to be the cause of her moaning and spasming.

Her head tipped back and a murmured word left her lips, hidden amongst her gasps. "Knock Out."

He blinked at her use of his name, watching as she gave one final shudder before her body arched up and back, a guttural cry echoing about the small clearing as her hand clutched his fingertip like a lifeline.

A few moments passed and her convulsing subsided, her body going limp as she caught her breath, panting softly. Her eyes fluttered open, heavy lashes dusting her flushed cheeks. "Well?" she asked quietly.

"Mmm, better than I imagined." he murmured, watching as she rolled onto her side and scooted back until her backside was curved against the palm of his hand.

"I'm glad." she sighed, closing her eyes, content.

They lay in silence for sometime, neither caring to move, not noticing that the sun had begun to dip low in the sky. Eventually Diana rose, touching a quick kiss to his cheek before dressing herself. The pair made their way back to the road, Knockout easily shifting into his alternate form for her.

"You know, I think I like swimming." he said.

Diana laughed, sitting sideways in the passenger seat, her feet tucked up and under her legs. "You didn't even go swimming you twit."

"Doesn't matter."

She closed her eyes, chuckling softly as she nuzzled into the warmth of the seat. "Twit."

He drove silently the rest of the way, watching as she sank lower in her seat, having fallen asleep. That settled it, first thing he was going to do once he got back on the Nemesis? Research the holoform.

*hides* Short chapter... sorry... :3