Swiped Away Chapter 8 (STICKY ALLERT! consummation of vows)
The newlyweds enter the front door of the suite and lean against it sighing. Then turn to each other and start laughing. "Mrs. Sidle Swipe? What a stupid name!" He laughs with her in full agreement.
She smiles up at him rolling her bare shoulder against the door, shoes in her hands. He rolls his too to face her. She drops them to the floor and reaches up lacing her fingers behind his neck. "I like to hear you laugh. You don't get to laugh much do you?"
He returns the posture by lacing his finger at the small of her back, "Sure I do. Every time Ratchet and Ironhide go at it. Every time I see Starscream knocked on his can again. Or when he looses an arm again. Every time Sunstreaker and I-" He cuts himself off from the painful memories of his fight with his brother. "Ah, those are good times."
"Tell me, is there… Did you leave someone back home?" She asks him tenderly. He steps away from her, head cluttered. His brother should have been here to see him take his vows. No! Streaker should have felt him take those vows.
Casey tries again, "I'm sorry. I know it is none of my business." He keeps walking towards the loft.
Sagging in regret, she walks towards the living room despondent. Sinking down on the couch she props her feet up on the table. Then she pulls the long skirt up and releases the sword from her thigh, and sets it on the table with a clunk. Leaning her head back and closes her eyes, it has been a very long day. She knows she still has to be on guard for what is next. She is sure Dolce will make a move on them but she would so like to get some simple rest. Sigh.
Casey didn't expect the next moment. Warmth. She feels Swipe's lips on hers. Sure he has kissed her before. Several times today in fact. But this was different. Possessive. She feels him shift his weight. It was like this morning's kiss. Right where they left off. She reaches up and keeps him kissing her. She tries to claim his lips for herself. In turn so does he. This time when he shifts climbing over the couch, she lets him. He pulls back. She can see his true eyes.
"Every thing is your business now, my darling. There is no one like you back home." He is leaning over her smiling. "Is there someone else for you?"
"Not anymore. At one time, but that was a lifetime ago." She can barely breathe let alone think. She reaches for him again. She doesn't give a darn about missions or assignments or past lovers. "Please tell me…." she needs to know where she stands with him.
He slides onto the couch beside her, "Those vows I took today are for real. I give you everything. I hold nothing back from you." Then he leans in and cups the back of her head bringing his face within a breath of hers, "Please tell me…" he needs the same.
She crushes herself to him. Her kisses are full of passion. This time passion consumes them. She knows he will leave her very soon. Their life together will soon be over. But she wants just one more moment at his side. He knows what his comrades have been through. This is what Prime said, it wasn't the serum, it was their sparks bleeding for their mates. Passion is consuming them like a forest fire. It has changed their lives forever. None of them have regretted it. Neither will he. He has a mate even if they don't have a bond!
Swipe reaches for the tinny buttons on the back of her dress. She in turn reaches for those stupid little buttons on the front of his shirt silk shirt. Both are getting frustrated. He stands up quickly. Having already tossed the jacket earlier, now he rips the shirt down the middle tossing it aside. He could care less, he won't be wearing this ever again. She covers her mouth to laugh at the silliness of the act. But then he reaches down and picks up his dagger off the table. She looks at him skeptically. He swiftly unsheathes it. He tenderly takes her hand an brings her to her feet.
His voice is very husky with urgency, "Forgive me… but my patience has run out." He takes the tip of the dagger to the silver ribbons at the center of the corset/bodice of her dress. With the moves of a man used to handling a blade every day of his life, he slices the ribbons to her navel. The dress pillows at her feet. The dagger slips from his hands and he gasps at her nearly natural beauty exposed to him. She smiles that he is pleased. Then reaches for him, her finger tips touch his hard belly. Then stride up his chest and latch around his neck. He swoops down and kisses her once again, tasting every molecule of her lips and mouth. Then he wretches away to taste her jaw, her throat, across her bare shoulder. Casey reaches down and releases his belt and shoves his pants to join her dress. Then she grabs him.
His head yanks back and he cries out something she doesn't understand. But when his head comes back around, she knows that look in his eyes. Optics or eyes, she know she has just fueled his passion to a level he didn't know existed. She kisses and tastes his chest. Biting, tasting,…. His hands are hanging onto her for stability. But she can feel his legs are starting to waver. Maybe it was her own. She puts her hands on his shoulders and forces him to sit. But he doesn't let go of her. Then he watches the incredible. In an instant, she straddles his lap and encloses him. The sheathing emits his cry that could certainly be heard across the hall maybe even to Neptune. She didn't care at this point, nor does he. She rode him hard. He had to hang onto her hips for dear life. He latched his mouth onto the nearest roundest part of her and she echoed his cry. Then her cries came in unison with his and both of them roared together probably letting all of Cybertron know they have mated. She collapses her head into his shoulder panting. With one arm still around her trim waist, he clutches a hand to his forehead trying to regain what normal was. Tingles and pumping still thrumming through their after glow.
Then the cell phone just had to ring. He shakes his head, "I.. I .. I can't answer. They'll know. They know me too well."
She laughs and reaches down to grab his phone. She sees the caller. It's not his base. She answers it with quivering guts, "What do you want?" Sideswipe's head comes up quickly with a commander's warning scowl.
"Enjoying your honeymoon, Mrs. Sideswipe?"
"What do you want?" her voice sneers. He shouldn't be able to contact her being in a military brig.
"I want you to go away. I want to destroy your… your in-laws. So I'll tell you what. I'll give you this night of peace. But when morning comes, beware. I will come with a vengeance. So you can take this night to consult or consort with the Autobots. Because I will be making my battle plans tonight. You may have won you little merger today, but I do not loose gracefully. Remember poor Brian? You husband won't off so easily. I want some information from him first and that may take a little longer than a sniper's bullet can provide. Good-bye Casey Swipe." The line goes dead. She crumbles on the heap of her wedding dress. What has she done? She wasn't sure until this week that he had ordered Brian's death, but now… Sideswipe. She loves him. She can't loose him too.
Casey doesn't move. That worries Sideswipe. He leans forward with a warm hand to her back. She shutters but doesn't pull away. He kneels beside her, "It was Dolce, wasn't it?" She just nods her head. "What did he say?"
"He will murder you like he did Brian. He's making his plans to capture and torture you first."
He turns her into his arms bracing her head against his chest, "He says that a lot. And every time my friends and I beat him back. We will do it again." She clutches tightly to him. He buries his face in her hair. "Casey, it will be alright."
"Not tonight. He said we could have tonight. But I don't know if I can trust him even for that. How did he get out to call me?"
"I don't know and of course we can't be sure he won't try something. But I will tell you right now, I dare him to try." He pulls back so she can see his face, "You and I are a fierce force. I bet you he heard us just now and it worried him. So, let's we rock these walls and scare him to death." She drops her head against his chest and laughs. "Get the dagger. Prime might need it to pry us apart tomorrow morning." She picks up the dagger. He scoops her up into his arms and takes her up the stairs to his bed.
This time, he takes his time feeling and tasting every part of her body. He can't get enough of her. He finds the spots that turn her inside out. It excites him as much as her. Then they collapse in a panting tired ball of arms and legs with the second release.
She takes his left hand and twist his ring around as it lays on her bare breast. She sees the sign on it matching the one on her own hand. "What does it mean?"
"Eternity."
"Where did they come from?" He takes a heavy sign. He doesn't want to admit that someone else knows Casey was something very special in his life. "You, again?"
"No." She turns to face him and he is forced to answer, "Optimus."
She drops her gaze back down to both of their rings together. "He knew how you felt."
"No. He knew how we felt. He's very perceptive. Probably has the best handle on humans. The best of all of us." She buries herself tighter into his arms. She knows time is coming to an end. But not right now. She curls against him. She needs to feel him beside her. He grips her just as tight. They both start to doze.
The dozing only lasts a little while. Casey awakens to feel him stroking his finger tips down her spine and trailing across her hip, back across to the other and back up again. Turning her head she smiles up to him in time to see him move his head. Now she feels his soft lips following the trail his fingers had made. And then his tongue tip takes over. Her body moans, "Swipe…"
"I didn't mean to wake you," his voice is definitely aroused again.
"Darling, I don't know what you are used to in physical erotic contact," he chuckles at her choice of words, "But when a husband touches his wife ever so lightly this way," she rolls over and grasps him again with her hand, (he gasps in delight to her wicked ways) "He is going to get pounced. Is that what you wanted?"
He can't move, and doesn't mind, "Sparkmate, anything that brings you pleasure brings me pleasure. I just wanted to explore your body."
His first word surprises her, "What did you call me?"
His voice changes to tenderness, "Sparkmate. That is what you are. We are bonded." She is too moved to move. Smiling, he takes her hand from his human intimacy cord and lays it flat on his chest over his heart. Then settles himself over her propped up by his elbows and strokes and frames her face. "Forever, my spark and yours will be bound together."
Her voice is shaky, "Even after you go back-"
Beaming he confirms, "Even when I go back to my real form. I'm begging you to please come with me. But I will understand if you choose not to. Even then, we will be bound together. I will never give myself to another femme. Understand?"
She shakes her head, "No. How can you cut yourself off from your own-"
He leans in, "You are my kind. You are mine and I am yours."
Her voice chokes, "Have any others done this?" Swipe smiles broadly but doesn't answer any other way. "Forever?"
He lifts his hand with their band, "Eternity, my love. Eternity." Now Casey sobs in happiness. Swipe can't help but chuckle and lay back pulling her across his chest trying to soothe her tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."
She chokes through her tears, "Then what were your intentions?"
"I was trying to, ah…. hold on let me find the word … I was trying to make love to you."
She lifts her head and smiles, "Oh, well you were doing fine with that too."
Training his fingers down her back again and rounding her aft, letting his fingers trail into the erotic spots he found earlier, "Oh, can I get back to that then?" Her body mews and arches into his touch. "I take that as a yes?" Her own teeth nip and tug at his skin trailing down his ribs, biting harder at the hip and then …
"Oh FRAG, what are you doing Sparkmate!" His body arches in responds to her mouth encasing his cord. Panting , he grasps the sheet in fear of ripping her hair out while she continues. And then when he is sure is body is going to explode, it does to her delight. But she doesn't stop and now he is giggling and squirming, "Oh stop! Please stop! It hurts now, please Casey!" Casey finally does, with one last lick and he shutters. "Oh Primus!"
Casey smiles, "Yes. Thank you God for a husband."
Sideswipe's eyes are closed trying to slow his heart rate down. "You must tell me of your God, if this is the amazing bodies he creates that can do such things."
Casey inches herself up to cuddle close to him, draping her leg across his hip, snuggling her head to his chest. He entwines his hand in her nape soothing her neck. "Tell me of Primus."
She didn't mean to fall asleep, but couldn't help when his warm angelic voice tells her just a delightful bedtime story. Swipe doesn't mind her falling asleep either. It felt good to have a spark mate in his arms. And he doesn't have to share this bond with Sunstreaker. She was his alone.
NO this was not meant to mean Swipe and Streaker shared femmes. I'm not THAT kind of writer. It meant this was a bond he alone shared with Casey. With everything else he shared with Streaker that was personal, this one was his. Does that make sense?
Chapter 9 coming…
