Warning: Some intense love stuff in this chapter.
This is a redo of the old chapter 26, I didn't really like it.
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Love Medicine
Darren's Perspective
She tucked her head in the crook of my neck, and I set my jaw against her head, walking my fingers up her spine. She giggled and turned her deep green eyes up at me, pinkish lips curving up into a smile. I smiled back and let her return her head back in the crook, running my fingers through her straight mane of deep brown hair.
Nicolette, the apple of my eye.
We each tilted a little as Ironhide made a slow swerving right turn onto her street. I took her hand as we hopped over a small crevice, stroking the back of it with my fingers. Ironhide's engine revved as he turned onto her driveway, pausing before the garage of the home. I undid her seatbelt first with a click. She looked at me. We both smiled.
"Will I see you again soon?" She said in a soft voice.
I lifted my hands to her face, holding it gently. I felt her smile.
"You will," I told her. "Don't worry, Nicolette."
Ironhide's solemn holographic driver glanced back at us, smiling very slightly.
I wondered when I would tell Nicolette about the Autobots…
Probably after Bumblebee and I resolved our disputes.
Flashing her a smile, I leaned down and kiss her lips for only our second time, grinning wider. I leaned away and gave her hand a final squeeze. I wanted her to stay longer.
"Seeya, Nicolette," I said.
"Bye, Darren."She opened the door and hopped out, pulling down her pink top below her waistline. I watched as she moved to her front door and opened it, disappearing behind it. Ironhide's hologram faded away as his engine revved into start. We pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, hopping over small crevices and making the smooth swerve again.
We sat in silence for a little while, then I looked toward the driver's seat, blinking once.
"Uhh, Ironhide?" I asked.
"Hmm?" Came the gruff sound in reply.
"What should I do about Bumblebee?"
I listened to his engine in the silence.
"I 'unno, kid. How do ya feel about what he did?"
I deeply sunk back into the soft leather chair material, turning my eyes to the scenery that darted past my window. I sighed. "I'm just…ashamed, but…I can't say I'm actually angry with him."
Ironhide grunted. "…'Cause you love 'im, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I mean…regardless of the arguments we've been having, I still do."
"You should just apologize then," he told me. "…I guess. Seems right to me."
"Yeah," I said softly, remembering how harsh I was with my words to Bumblebee. "I think I'll talk to him later…some other time…I'll give him his space for a while."
"Sounds like a plan," Ironhide said, turning onto the main road that led to Adonis III. "Don't worry about it, kid. M'sure after ya talk to 'im, Bee and you'll be back to yer' regular selves again, 'uh?"
"I sure hope so," I sighed, leaning my head back as my eyes closed.
"You will."
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Late that Night at the Adonis III, Bumblebee's Quarters
Bumblebee's Perspective
"Are you sure about this Darren? I can just…come in? He won't mind?"
"No, no, just c'mon. He's fine with it, m'sure."
Footsteps. Pat, pat, pat, pat…They halted altogether. I turned on my back and ignored the voices that echoed in the background of my dream.
"Is he…sleeping?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I-I shouldn't disturb him."
"Just relax. We're not disturbing anyone."
My spark fluttered as another one came near, and at the instant, I slowly opened my eyes, scanning around as my vision slowly came into focus. I saw her, Arcee, her pale blue eyes looking directly into mine, his lips pressed into a thin line. Darren stood behind her, looking at me, his head slightly cocked to one side.
What was she doing here?
"Bumblebee? You awake?"
I nodded slowly, still snapping into reality. Arcee lowered herself by my legs, then looked up to Darren. She set her hands in the lap of those same white pants, nodding at him.
"Thank you, Darren," she said, not smiling.
He nodded and, without giving me a look, walked from the room. I shifted on the metal berth in the uncomfortable silence, looking to her as she looked to me. We stared for a while, and shortly the silence was broken by her light giggle. She covered her mouth politely.
"S-Sorry," she said, smiling. "It's just awfully quiet."
I blinked at her. "Why are you here?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. "Does Hot Rod know where you are?"
She frowned, shaking her head once. "No, but it's not like he'll discover my location," she said, shrugging a shoulder. "I told him I was out running an errand for Optimus." She giggled. "That mech believes anything I say, don't you agree?"
I smiled, my cheeks blushing. Thank Primus it was dark in my quarters. "Y-Yeah," I said nervously.
She nodded.
It went silent again. I was too nervous to say anything. And before I did, she beat me to it. She bowed her head toward her lap, lifting a hand to fiddle briefly with one of the cinnamon buns fixed at the side of her head with her slender fingers. "S-So, umm," she said, twisting her red lips. "…Darren told me you two have been having…disputes? Arguments of some sort?"
I looked down, nodding. "Yeah, we're in one at the moment."
She looked at me. "Well, do you want to tell me about it?"
I winced, sighing. "I think it'd be best if I…solved this one by myself."
She giggled and leaned in toward me, extending her body so it barely hovered over mine. My eyes flashed an electric blue and my blood rushed in a sudden surge as she set a hand over my spark, looking directly into my eyes. "Why don't you get it off your chest?" She said, almost luring me. "It'll make you feel better."
Was she – what humans called – "flirting" with me?
We smiled at each other, both of our sparks fluttering in happy pulsations, as they were very near to each other. I moved an arm around her slim middle, letting her press her body against mine. My eyes flashed again behind black accented locks of blonde hair, my back leaning against a wall. She lay on me, setting her face close to mine.
"Arcee, really, I'm fine," I cooed, messing with one of her cinnamon buns again. "But, you know what would really help me out?"
She giggled. "What?"
I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers, our noses touching.
"You," I said deeply, making her laugh out wildly. It was then when I first kissed her on the lips, passionately, closing my eyes. One thought at a time, my impurities went away, down the drain as I became lost in this world. It was as if I was floating up into the sky on a cloud, away from the sin-filled Earth, up to the Heavens. What a wonderful feeling it was.
I slid my hands up to her neck, thumbing over her jaw as she massaged my shoulders, her nails lightly digging in. She continued faster, making me release a low sound from my throat, smiling between pauses in our kisses. She giggled and pressed her forehead against mine.
I ran my tongue along the bottom of her lower lip, then nibbled on it lightly, chuckling. She twitched, but I held her tightly.
"Don't be scared, Arcee," I whispered to her. "Don't hold back."
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Arcee's Perspective
The way he kissed me, held me, touched me – It was unlike any other way I had experienced. He moved with such liquid grace, like he knew what he was doing and was going to do. As he kissed, I could feel his tensions slipping away, the pulses through our slow-growing spark bond opening, inviting me.
That wet muscle grazed over the top of my bottom lip lightly, easing a bit further in the forward direction, wanting access. I nodded and opened my mouth a little wider, letting his desperate tongue slip in. The feeling was sensational. Our tongues moved back and forth against each other's, happy, and I felt him smile as his mouth returned to mine. We both laughed, and I moved my hands to his chest, just wanting to feel his pulsing spark.
I felt it, pulsing madly like mine. How comforting that feeling was…
He moved his hands over the backs of my legs giving me chilling sensations everywhere. He breathed a breath into me as I did the same, falling against him. He laughed at me softly, then moved his mouth to my jaw, kissing quickly. I gripped him, laughing.
"Bumblebee," I breathed. "…T-Tickles."
He only grinned widely at me, wrapping his arms around me securely. I melted against him and lay my head where he spark beat. He didn't want to stop. My mouth pressed against my forehead, then worked its way down to my nose, ending with a longer, final kiss. I giggled, leaning up to plant kisses down his throat. I felt him laugh under my lips and he returned his mouth to mine, slipping his tongue in again. I took a breath in, giggling.
"Bumblebee, who knew you were so romantic?" I breathed.
He grinned handsomely at me, his eyes electric. He didn't have to say anything.
I knew he loved me, and I knew I loved him. It was that love triangle that had me frustrated. I couldn't choose between two great mechs. It was impossible.
He leaned down and ran his tongue from my cheek to my ear, making me shiver in a small groan. My hands dug into his chest, massaging him, my mouth moving to kiss his chin.
"Arcee," he whispered in my ear. His hand slid down my front, making me tense.
I knew what he wanted. I could only smile.
"Huh?" I gasped, feeling the bond between our sparks open completely, both of them thudding happily as they were pressed against each other, flirting through the barrier of skin that separated them. He groaned before speaking again.
"Pl-Please?" He breathed against me as I massaged quicker. "J-Just this once?"
Our sparks couldn't get any faster. I grinned.
"Only if you want to Bumblebee…" My hand moved down his leg, lower and lower.
He pressed his sweet mouth against mine and we opened our eyes at the same time, looking into each other's. We both smiled against our mouths.
"Do you feel it in there?" He asked, tapping my chest.
I nodded. "And I feel it in there," I said, rubbing his spark.
He grinned and closed his eyes again with me, moving his hands up my back and neck until his fingers undid one bun at a time, hair tumbling onto my shoulders. I whimpered as his tongue thrusted forward, and his hot breath entered me.
"B-Bumblebee, go easy please," I begged.
"I will, my love."
Thus, began the greatest sensation of my lifetime.
Every worry and trouble flushed from both of us completely.
We were lost in a dream.
Love before dawn.
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About 40 Minutes Later
"ARCEE?!"
Arcee quickly moved her lips from Bumblebee's immediately after she heard her name thundered heatedly into the quarters, her chest lifting from a half-naked Bumblebee's as she let out a frightened gasp.
They both stared at the fuming figure at the door, the one with the narrowed blue eyes as cold as ice and the fists raised above his hips, aiming for them. It slowly thudded its way angrily into the room, its optics flashing electric, penetrating, piercing. In a ray of the moon that shone through a single window, the figure was revealed.
And, lo and behold, it was him again.
Hot Rod.
"I knew I'd find you here," he growled. "…After almost two hours."
Arcee gripped Bumblebee, feeling his arms tightened around her waistline. She whimpered, shivering in quick quakes of her frame. Bumblebee sat up, pressing her body against his.
"G-Go away," Arcee stammered, frozen in Hot Rod's eyes. "G-Go…"
"Leave her alone," Bumblebee demanded.
He only chuckled mockingly at them, pausing merely a couple feet from the berth they lay on.
"Both of you fraggin' liars," he hissed. "It's time for me to play now…"
He slammed his fist into an open palm. I whimpered again.
Don't hurt us, I thought, shutting my eyes. His words crept into my receptors like a snake...
"No more games, Arcee…No. More. Games."
This was it.