For The Race – Prime Protector.
Chapter Ten.
A/N: Thanks to Hummergrey for ideas used in this chapter.
Optimus was concentrating wholly on his practice, or at least he was until the faint scent of arousal registered on his olfactory sensors.
Although not all mechs and femmes were as sensitive as Medic Ratchet when it came to smell, the Cybertronian sense of smell was fairly acute. Various disciplines utilised the sense, for example Ironhide could identify thousands of weapons-grade substances, or the elements used to construct them, by scent alone. With one sniff he could gauge the purity, volatility, and composition of any number of explosive compounds, and likely tell you what type of explosive it was.
Although Optimus was a Prime, his sense of smell, although not as acute as some, could pick up many scents, and this one he had smelt on Elita, and many others. He was aware that he was a mech femmes tended to find attractive, not in a big-headed way, just as a matter of fact. He had been told as much by many femmes, and more than a few mechs, back on Cybertron during peacetime and beyond, and their arousal-scent had merely confirmed what they had said.
As Ironhide too caught the scent, Optimus turned his head, Ironhide turning his a moment later, in time to see the slender form of Sam head out of the armoury, the door sliding closed behind her. The Prime held Ironhide's gaze, comming the Weapons Specialist that he would finish his practice later, then folded his cannon away and slipped out silently behind Sam.
He was careful not to follow Sam too closely, Sam was likely confused about her feelings, and Optimus determined to give her a little space, so he hung back but always kept the femme in optic sight. When she entered Optimus' room, he nodded slightly.
By rights, for her own protection, she should have called him, the whole point of allowing her in his room was so he could keep an optic on her, but he was here, so he'd let it pass. Her confused state was likely clouding her judgement, the last thing she needed was a lecture. He activated his scans, deciding to give her some time alone to compose herself. If there was any disturbance in the room, he could get in fast enough to defend her. He would give her a few minutes, and then go in.
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Sam got into Optimus' room, and once the door had slid shut behind her, moved over to Optimus' berth. She found the catches of her crotch-plate and unfastened them, removing the plate. Touching the inside surface she found it to be slick and shiny, and a quick touch confirmed her port was equally slick. Ugh! What was that about?
Luckily it seemed that Optimus kept some absorbent washable cloths around in case of spills, and Sam found a clean one and used it to wipe up all the wetness. She clipped her crotch plate back on, and suddenly realising she was tired, climbed up onto Optimus' recharge pallet and stretched out. She began sliding into the first stages of recharge but couldn't get any further. Her processors seemed to insist on replaying the sight of Optimus transforming from truck to robot and blasting at the wall, seemingly in overkill, and she could vaguely feel once again a seeping wetness under her crotch plate.
Try as she might, she could not reach the comforting oblivion of a deep recharge.
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Optimus waited for ten human minutes before entering, and he entered when his sharp audios picked up a quiet moan. His scans showed no other nearby, so he entered his room to find out what was going on.
The smell of Sam's arousal was stronger in the room, the smaller enclosed space containing and concentrating it, and Optimus stopped to listen before doing anything else. His sharp optics caught sight of the used cloth in the polishing cloths wash box, and then his audios pickled up the sound of air huffing through vents, louder and faster than was customary for Sam.
He did move through then, and saw Sam curled up on his berth, for Sam, although mechanical now, still slept in the foetal position she had adopted as a human. Sam, already classed as a medium-small-framed 'bot, always looked tiny on the large berth that had been designed to hold up to two mechs of Optimus' size. Usually she lay very still, but Optimus could see the tiny tremors that ran through her frame, and the aroused-scent was much stronger in the berth-room.
Optimus didn't touch Sam at first: he didn't want to go into this situation without thinking and without double checking. He initiated a scan, and from it confirmed that Sam's ventilation had increased, her recharge was light and she was exuding lubricant down below, all indicative of a femme who was charged. As a last check, he looked at the scan results for her Spark energy signature and, sure enough, the results were conclusive: it was comfortably in the middle of the range for a femme who was, as a human might have put it, "turned on.'
He considered potential reasons. Could her arousal be at a different mech, for example Ironhide? He dismissed the thought immediately. Ironhide was the only other mech present when the two mechs had become aware of the scent, and Sam had already spent time with Ironhide previously. Had Ironhide been the source of the femme's arousal, the scent would already have been detectable in the air, but instead it had started soon after Optimus began working out. Now that he had worked out that he was the likely reason for Sam's current condition, maybe he could do something to help Sam out.
Most mechs and femmes could damp their own arousal down: some skilled medics could damp it down in another, but Optimus knew Ratchet was halfway through recharge, so that was not the answer. Unless the situation was dealt with one way or another, Sam would be unable to enter a restful recharge. Many mechs and femmes could deal with it by self-stimulation, but Optimus thought that now was not the best time to try and educate Sam in that facet of her new life.
He stepped up beside the berth and looked down at Sam. She was highly desirable, but he didn't want to go into a full interface with her when she was like this but still uncertain, it would not be right. The body was new, untouched, and a mech or femme's first time was meant to be something extra-special. No, now was not the time to go for anything intense, but there were other ways, and Sam needed to dispel that charge somehow.
Optimus reached down and began massaging Sam's back and shoulders in a sensual manner, light enough to not jolt the femme out of her light recharge, but firm enough to be registered by the sensors in her plating. She curled up tighter in response, pressing into his touch, and let out a soft cry as he trailed practiced fingers up the spinal structure to the juncture of neck and shoulders. Optimus didn't know a mech or femme alive who wasn't sensitive in this area due to the large amount of data cables that transmitted data from both the upper and lower body to the processors, neither did he need to be a medic to know about it, not once he had asked Ratchet why that area was so sensitive.
He put his hands flat on Sam's back and stroked them down, then swept them around her waist as she uncurled in reaction, bringing them up smoothly and gently up over her stomach and chest. He swept his hands up over her shoulders and then caressed her arms, and as she turned onto her back he reached for her audios, two-thirds of Cybertronians had sensitive audios. As Sam turned towards him with a cry, and reached blindly out towards him, he mentally categoried Sam as being among that number, and then moved his hands down to put his arms around Sam as she touched him and grasped at him.
As he pulled her into his arms against his own chest she grabbed for him and held on, her arms folding as she clung to him. Optimus could feel her charge throbbing through her, and shifted so one arm supported her and one side was supported by the wall. He used his free arm to begin stroking rapidly up and down her spinal structure, then danced his fingers lightly over her neck and the sensitive areas of her shoulders close to where her launchers would be deployed.
Sam came out of recharge at this point, jerking her head upwards, her flashing optics looking up into Optimus' own.
"It's okay, Sam, you're going to overload, it's quite normal and most find it highly enjoyable," he assured her, although it was fairly obvious to him that Sam was one of those for whom a building charge overrode their ability to speak. As he finished speaking and his hands brushed against that sensor-rich area at her neck again, she locked up with a shriek, shaking violently as the building charge reached its peak. She stayed like this for several seconds, as Optimus held her close, steadying her and muttering reassurances to her.
Then her optics went off as her body relaxed in Optimus' arm, her neck and head and arms unlocking and flopping loosely. Optimus lay her gently down on the berth, scanning her again as he did so. Her charge was gone and her energy levels suggested she needed a long recharge to recoup the energy she'd spent, both in weapons practice and in overload. Now she would be able to achieve the depth of recharge she would need to do so, and on a whim he found a large piece of cloth to spread over her. He wasn't sure if Sam would need it, but she would be used to sleeping with covers as a human, perhaps the familiar sensation would be helpful.
He had nothing further to do now, and he would not leave Sam alone until and unless they were sure the anti-warp field worked.
He locked his legs and stood by the berth, watching over Sam as she recharged.