Strutting Skywarp

Thanks to Valong and all her wonderful artists. Gosh I would love to see this in a video. The song? Paralyzer by Finger Eleven {Wicked beat} Oh yes, I am pondering more for the other two. Humm, this may get moved to it's own story later... maybe.

Thank you guest-Roserage! (reupdates)

As the beat begins to thump out from the new song, the dark pede begins tapping in time to the spark-rate pulsing-beat as pounds against his chest from the nearby speaker. Standing Skywarp lowers the drink from his lips as the tune calms, turning his attention from the table where he is talking to his trine mates to the heat he feels coming his way. Lifting his optic sight over the top of the seated cherry red commander, there he sees a set of black optics on him from across the room. A tug to his lip pulls out as the words to the song hit him. He flashes his own red optics at the dark ones before he relaxes his grip on the drink and pushes off the table with out even excusing himself from the conversation. The other two just watch in curiosity as those deadly powerful legs thrust their way to the main path. Was it his imagination or did the path actually clear between them as he commands his way across the floor.
With a belly-dancer's rotation of her hips and seductive rise of her crossed wrists over her helm placing the palms skyward, she turns her back on him and accents the staccato beat with her stiletto's pedes and swish of her curves. She's daring him to follow her with a luring finger.
He might follow, but the smile is pulling to a smug one of conquest. Yes, he knows this song and the words. If she wants to toy with him, he will do it right back. He stomps right back in time to the beat cocking those hips right and left accentuating his tasset and the weapon it contains. Yeah he's a bit nervous to who she is and what she could do to him. Why the hell did he let Starscream land them here? Then again, he does like a good challenge and he is know to throw caution to the wind many a-time.
She gives a curl of her helm over her bare shoulder to the drop and clapping beat and smirks to him following her. With a toss of her helm and another roll of her low slung armored hips, she uses a one-finger-pull through the air over her shoulder to have him continue following her into a seductive trap.
As she reaches the end of her run, she sees that everyone's attention is behind her. With a turn on a pointed heal, she sees that he has stopped dead center to the path she strode. There he is with crossed arms over his chest with a canted helm and that 'Oh really?" look. It was rather pretentious of her to think he was that easy to just walk right into her sweet lined trap.
Keeping his optics on her, snags a drink off the next passing tray and downs it in one shot dropping it onto a tray of empties going back the other direction. He never breaks his look with her. She continues to stare at him. No, through him.
His chin dips and steels his gaze. If this had been the 'Pits and a physical fight, he would be lowering his shoulder keeping them level helm tipped up, pulling back on his hips, coiling his biceps, bringing his open hands up, flickering his fingers in ready to charge or counter a strike. But this isn't a physical fight, it's a battle of sexual-wills. Smug coyness. A rakish smirk of that dipped chin and halving his lit optics says it all:
'Bring it on. Come and get me.'

Those Black Hole optics release two more stars-of-shock. In her own cocky strut, she slings those hips back and forth in time to the beat. Her bare belly and corseted chest just accentuates her slithering and seductive body. All sights are on both of them and this sultry show they are putting on. She is not slowing down and his smirk is getting wider and wider until the fangs show. It's ticking her off more and more with each strut. Just as she is to the point where she will either have to slow down or turn away, he takes three bold fast steps forward. Her optics release two more shocking-stars to impact and…
She walks right through him.

The calls of the room go out loud and cheering to diss-ing her. Starscream's cackle is bold and of pure pride to his trine mate's move -who ignores it reaching for a drink someone hands him in congratulations to the slick move. Thundercracker doesn't hold back this time. In a rare show of joining the crowd, Thundercracker gives off a stadium-whistle to his wingmate.
That does surprise Skywarp, cocking a brow. Thundercracker is such a reserved mech that he rarely even privately tells Skywarp his pride to a successful mission, so for him to congratulate him on this public display of cockiness?! With a gentlemech's bow (that Thundercracker didn't know the purple mech knew how to execute), tips his fire-water drink to the truly eloquent one in toast. Then with a smirk to the other rather randy trine-mate, tosses it down his throat and struts right back toward his torturer and conquest.
Her hand comes up to strike his cheek but it goes right through again, then he becomes solid as he grabs the falling hand pinning it to her opposite barely covered hip pinning the other wrist to it's side as well. All she can do is jut her prideful chin up into his face.
He smiles down on her accessing his options. His arrogant smile fades to a cruel one. His pride filled optics go dark in attack. His cruel mouth lowers and takes her lips in the sweetest kiss possible. Light, lingering with promise to torture her body all over with his breathy weightless butterfly kisses. Those kisses promise to make her light-headed as only an experienced flyer can.
She has no idea he has released her wrists until he cups the small of her bare back. Still his kiss is barely there leaving her to make the next move. If she wants more she will have to instigate it and press into it. Her hands move over his taught belly and he fades….

This time all astonishment from the pretentious establishment are behind covered mouths. A seductive femme is left standing in the middle of the dance floor kissing thin air and trying to caress… nothing.
No one moves or even adjusts their optics from the purely embarrassed femme in the middle of the room until they see three Seekers leave a table and stride out the main door. All heads look. The last one is purple and black. All three stop at the door and turn back to look at the scene they have caused. With a soft wink, the violet rouge blows her a kiss from his hand in the form of a lavender puff-blur.
To her surprise, the lavender-kiss actually lands fully on her lips taking her away in a cloud of bliss.

The catcall this time never reaches the purple mech or his invisible conquest. Starscream shakes his head, "Show off."
Thundercracker smirks, "Oh you're just pissed because he one-upped you."
For that, Starscream punches Thundercracker in the shoulder and takes off.