A/N: Ya, so the plot bunny isn't done with this story yet. This chapter isn't as cracked as the first, but this chapter has smut. So don't read it if yer a youngin'. P
Disclaimer: I own Chase, Caz owns Lena. EOS.
Ow, My Foot: The Saga Continues
Connection
(Bee)
Chase's alt form was as flashy as Jazz expected. When she transformed into into a candy-apple red Lamborghini Murcielago LP640 Roadster I saw several human mouths drop open, and Sam nudged Mikaela with his elbow and whispered, "Yer drooling."
Chase had chuckled at them, but opened her doors, making it look as though she had wings, perfectly willing to take a couple of humans with her. The Hatchet put an end to that saying that repairs came before joyrides.
When we got back to the base, the four of us were immediately ushered into Ratchet's makeshift med bay- sans humans. Ratchet said he wanted no more tomfoolery until he was certain that Chase's major systems were, indeed, functioning properly. After that, the repairs began. He wasn't none too gentle about them either. Ratchet left orders for Chase, saying she wasn't to leave the base for a couple of days until she was properly rested, and had given herself time to heal.
Chase and I actually managed to adhere to that for... a couple of hours. During which, Chase spent most of her time chatting with Lena. This was disturbing. They seemed to like each other quite a lot- which meant that Jazz, Sam, and I were all likely to do a lot of suffering in the near future.
I was glad Chase was getting along with my human friends. I wanted her to love them as much as I did, and I wanted them to love her, but at the moment, I would have been perfectly happy if they'd all simply disappeared. For so long, we'd been light years apart, and now, here we were in the same room together, and we're still separated. If there was no one around except other Autobots it would be easy to go with Chase to the field behind the base and join with her like my Spark demanded. If any of the others happened to come out, they might watch for a second, might even drop in a random caress (Jazz was good about that) but would amble off to their own business with not even a second thought for us. Well, except for Ratchet, he was likely to holler out something like, "Don't pull at her wires like that, they'll break!!" The CMO was a total mood killer.
It didn't take much imagination for me to know how embarrassed, say, Sam would be if he were to stumble across such a scene. Humans were such prudes. They were so secretive and restrictive about their mating rituals, and about what could be regarded as simple affection and what couldn't. And, it didn't seem that any of them actually agreed about their own ideas. Confusing.
Chase must have caught the general direction my thoughts were going, because when I looked up, she was staring at me. A knowing smile ghosted across her full metal lips.
Lena looked from Chase to me and said, "If you two left for awhile, I'm sure I wouldn't see or know anything about it." Then she wandered off to make sure no one else would know anything either, especially Sam- he was the one most likely to accidentally blow the whistle.
Thirty seconds later we were racing down the highway, headed to the lookout. The sun was setting before me, Chase followed behind me. For about 10 seconds, anyway. I heard her engines rev, and she pulled up so we were driving side by side. Her metallic body kissed off mine, leaving a bright trail of sparks to drop to the road behind us. Shuddering, I nudged her back, my driver side door connecting with her passenger side, denting metal and scraping paint from both of us, before I backed off from her.
Chase accelerated again, this time cutting in front of me. My grill brushed against her back bumper and I sent a jolt of electricity to her through that brief connection. I could hear her purr over the low growl of our engines before she gained even more speed, increasing the gap between us.
C'mere and catch me.
I did. We drove the rest of the distance to the look out locked together, but this time it was my passenger door against her driver door. Sparks flew, and our paint seemed to disappear. The metal beneath crackled with energy, and seemed to fuse, as though mimicking the connection that we needed. If someone had actually seen us, they would've thought two homicidal psychopaths had stolen cars and were trying to prove which was the most murderous. For us, nothing could be farther from the truth, it might look like murder in the making, but to us, it was foreplay.
We didn't separate to transform, hell, for that matter, we didn't even bother to stop. We just kind of slowed down a bit. I'm not sure if she dragged me to the ground, or if I took her down, but either way, the ground was where we ended up. We hit with an almighty crash, random glass shattered here and there on the both of us, and even more armor dented. We landed on our sides. We wrapped our arms around each other, grinding our bodies together, trying to get as close as physically possible.
I knew she'd been injured recently. I watched Ratchet make the rather painful repairs myself. I would like to say that I was gentle with her, mindful of her injuries, but that would be a lie.
We were savage with each other. Chase wrapped her leg around my waist and rolled us both over, so that she was straddling me, her strong, red thighs on either side of my hips, squeezing hard enough to hurt. She settled herself so that our connection ports were touching, and rocked her hips none too gently, roughly grinding together their coverings. Through no conscious effort that I'm aware of, the protective armor around my connection port shifted out of the way, and the covering itself opened, revealing the rather large (if I do say so, myself) mass of lubricated cables that would make our physical joining almost as complete as our spiritual one. I pressed insistently at her still covered port, needing entrance, but she refused to open up. I looked into her passion clouded optics and saw the mischievous glint there. So that's how she wanted to play it... I could oblige her.
I slipped my hand up her back, trailing against the armor that protected her metallic spine, before I dipped two fingers in and gripped the cable I knew to be her go-spot gently between them. I pinched it lightly, and pulled. Her reaction was instantaneous. She moaned low, her voice full of need. I rubbed my fingers up and down her cable, caressing gently, before suddenly giving it a hard twist. That time she nearly screamed, her claw-like fingers dug into my armor leaving ten long furrows, each an inch deep.
While she was distracted, I rolled us over, grinding her into the soft grass. Her thighs tightened around my hips, dragging me closer. We didn't speak, but the communication was still there:
Mine, Chase. You're mine to take.
Then take me... if you can...
I heard the soft snicker of metal sliding against metal, and looked up just in time to catch the whirring saw that replaced her hand. She struggled underneath me, and I bore down on her wrist, slightly crushing the metal before pinning it above her head. This time, I ground myself into her, the roll of my hips practically screaming dominance. I didn't merely insist on entry, I demanded it. Chase's own need mirrored mine, and it worked against her, but in my favor- she was far too aroused to play games for long. She replaced her saw with her hand, the long fingers bending over her palm to brush the top of my own hand. I released her wrist, and her hand folded with mine at the same time she let me inside of her.
I didn't ease her. I slammed into her with one hard thrust, and it was a deliciously tight fit. I moved roughly inside of her, the cables of my connector twisting and writhing within her body. She bucked beneath me, wanting more, and this time, I was the one that cried out. She pulled me closer with her free hand, caressing my door wing and pulling me down, the metal of our chest plates screeching as they were forced together.
Her 'hair' came to life. It surrounded us, sliding under my armor to snake its way into every crevice, every piece of inner workings I have. She sent tiny impulses of electricity down each strand, touching places that even Ratchet had never fiddled with. And, oh, Primus it was amazing. I couldn't return the favor physically, so I concentrated on our bond, sending her my pleasure, delighting in the way she stiffened under me, and gasped.
We couldn't even bring ourselves to separate just long enough for our Spark chambers to slide open. Metal screamed and clashed as our chests separated, revealing our sparks. The pulse of her Spark sped up, calling to mine. And when they met, it was like two halves of the same soul coming together after eons of separation. All the fears, worries, and horrors we'd had over the past hundred years of separation, flowed between us like liquid, somehow becoming less horrid for having been shared, only to be crushed between our love and need for each other. Some distant, and still slightly rational sub-section of my processors seemed to be watching this from afar, recording every detail, before deeply etching them deep into my database. No matter how long we had together, how long we lived, it wouldn't be long enough. I'd carefully preserved all of my interactions with her, starting from the time I was a sparkling to present day.
And I always would.
I knew she was close to overloading. I could feel it, and I needed it more than I needed my own at the moment. I moved heavily within her, increasing the pace, being rough with her. Red warning lights were flashing in front of my optics, warning of imminent system overload, and as I looked down, her optics flared a blindingly bright blue, her body stiffened, and then Chase's optics dimmed as she off-lined. I closed my own optics, and like a wave cresting, I let the pleasure simply wash me away.
It took awhile for my systems to reboot. When I came to, Chase had slid halfway out from under me. She'd wrapped her arms around me, and was holding me tightly, but not painfully. It reminded me of how she used to comfort me when I was only a sparkling, and gave me an overall case of the warm fuzzies. At least until she started giggling, anyway.
I looked up at her questioningly.
"Lena sent me a text message." she explained. "It says, 'You can bum a smoke when ya get back to the base.'"
(Sam)
Ratchet was, of course, furious when he discovered Chase and Bumblebee had left the base.
The rest of us were awed when they returned. They were scratched, scraped, dented, and dinged. Glass was shattered. And BOTH of them were limping.
All of my fellow squishies had left, with the exception of Mikaela and Lena. Mouse (I only call her that in my mind, she'll smack me if I say it out loud) stared at them, mouth open, purely amazed.
Lena flashed them a quick thumbs-up.
I flashed looks between Bee and Chase, concerned for them both. Clearly, they were both in pain, but the looks on their faces were plainly complete satisfaction. I wasn't entirely sure what to do.
Bee seemed to understand, and he bent over peering at me owlishly before carefully patting my back with one finger. "It's ok, Sam, we're fine. It's just that, well, loving Chase is dangerous." She smacked him. "But, wow, it's worth it."
That said, they both hobbled painfully into the med bay Ratchet was currently angrily pointing to. I can't be sure, but I swear when they passed him, Ratchet said something like, "At least this time, she didn't use her saws on him."
A few hours and much bellowing from Ratchet later, I was in need of a place to sleep. Normally, this wasn't an issue. I just found a comfy look piece of Bumblebee's armor and laid down with my pillow. For a being comprised almost entirely of metal, he was surprisingly comfy.
Only, now, he was wrapped around Chase, recharging peacefully on one of the pallets in the med bay. I looked at them for a few minutes, and feeling only slightly dejected, decided to droop my way over to the other side of the base in search of a sleeping bag.
Instead, I was lifted off my feet by a graceful red hand. She set me down carefully on her chest. "Too good to sleep with us, are you?"
Blushing redder than she was, I looked at my feet and said, "No, no, I just, I just didn't want to intrude."
Chase looked at me, seemingly confused. "How could you possibly intrude? You are a part of us, (she gestured at her and Bee) a part of our family."
She was silent for a moment, and added, "Poor bastard."
I for one, didn't feel like a poor bastard at all. My deepest most horrible fear had been banished with her words. I'd been afraid that she wouldn't like me, might even hate me, and I knew that if forced to choose between us, Bee would have to choose his bond mate. A weight that I hadn't even noticed was on my shoulders lifted off.
She prodded me gently with her finger. "You're such a tense human. Are all humans like this?"
"No," I told her, "I was, well, I was worried that you might not like me."
She smiled at me, and picked me up again, pillow and all, but this time she laid me down against her neck and Bee's head, where he rested against her shoulder. Taking my cue from her, I snuggled against them both and my pillow and got comfortable. One of her fingers carefully stroked my back, rubbing away my tension.
"I know what happened, Sam. Mission City, before and after. If nothing else, I would love you for the love and loyalty you have shown my mate."
I smiled against her neck, and snuggled closer. I felt her hair drape over me like a blanket, and I settled in to go to sleep with them, for once feeling a complete and utter moment of pure Zen with the universe.
Then Chase blew it by adding, "The three of us have been invited to Lena's warehouse Friday night for a game strip poker. Sounds like fun, huh?"
The moment of Zen evaporated.
