This one is strictly Maggie/Megatron! Nothing naughty, but very fluffy. You have been warned!
They had just settled in on the couch to watch a movie, something called Titanic, the DVD cover said it was a love story during some kind of disaster, it didn't sound very exciting to Megatron. Another thing he wasn't very happy with was the extremely narrow gap between him and Maggie. Oh he knew what she was doing, he wasn't stupid, despite what the Witwicky boy thought. He had been on Earth long enough to know a bit about how humans courted each other. And that was exactly what she was doing. Smiling at him, inching closer to him, causally touching him. He was annoyed by it, being the type that never liked outward displays of affection, but he didn't stop her either, and this was...unexpected of himself.
If she had been another other human woman, he probably would have thrown her out the window by now. But somehow Maggie made him feel...what was that word...comfortable? No. Secure? No..wait..it made him feel like he could be...himself. The self he remembered or thought he remembered before the war. He last remembered a peaceful moment like this when he spoke to Optimus' potential mate Elita-1. He had feelings for her, that much he knew, but he dared not make an advance on her. Not out of fear, but respect to Optimus. His little brother had chosen well. Elita was a treasure. Intelligent, engaging, compassionate...beautiful. Megatron had not seen a more lovelier femme than Elita. She did however seem a bit old fashioned, not when it came to making up her own mind, she had no problems in that, but in the matters of romance. She never went after Optimus, he was the one who swept her off her servos, which considering his personality, was a hard thing for him to do.
Optimus was never a forceful mech when it came to love. Megatron nearly had to physically push his brother to speak to her. But once they did, they clicked, even though he wanted Elita for his own, he knew Optimus and her were a better match. She wasn't really his type anyways. Yet, one of the things he did like about her was the fact she spoke to everyone as if they were on her level. She could gain the trust of even the toughest of mechs, and most shyest of sparklings with a calm, gentle demeanor that made you want to call her friend. You could be herself around her with no fear, and that...that was what he felt around Maggie. She reflected a bit her character and that was something he felt a bit attracted to.
Oh no..attracted? He groaned. Well, now that he did admit it to himself, Maggie definitely represented what he liked in a femme..er..mate. She had a few flaws though; she talked too much about nothing at times, she was stubborn, she was..human and her hands were on his thigh. Then again, he would have loved it if Elita was the one paying attention to him like this and not Optimus. Even if she was a few years younger than him, but then hey, he was even older than Maggie by a few centuries! Maybe this was a second chance for him to get a femm...female that he liked. Though he wasn't even sure he really liked Maggie in that way. I mean, they barely just met! He had always said to himself that if he found himself in this kind of situation he would take things slow. Rushing into these kind of things was just asking for...
" There's a slice of pepperoni in there, want it?" asked Maggie.
Before he knew it, she took the slice, planted a small kiss on it, and put on his lips. An indirect kiss. He could feel his face threatening to expose his thoughts on her shameless flirting, but at the same time it confirmed a solid anwser to a question he was trying to so hard to solve.
He did like her.
Not because she seemed so much like a past flame, but the fact she was trouble. And that was his type.
Author's notes:
Go ahead and squee. You know you want to.
