She was in his arms again, but this time it was different. This time she could feel the lust boiling under her skin as he carried her to his quarters, closing the door behind him with a snap.
He pushed her roughly down on his berth and held her wrists above her helm, gazing at her.
"Well?" She finally said impatiently "I'm waiting!"
His faceplates split into that irritating, irresistibly sexy smirk of his, "I know. I plan to make you beg for it."
"You know I can hold out longer than you can." Chromia dragged a digit across his chassis, scratching just hard enough.
"Chromia." He moaned, "Dammit femme, why do you have to be so sexy?" He licked his lips and Chromia smiled a triumphant grin.
"You better be rough with me, tiger." She said seductively "I like it rough."
He grinned again and pounced on top of her, "Fine by me." Then he came closer and whispered in her audio receptor, "Wake up, femme"
Chromia woke up with a gasp, wrenching out of her covers into a sitting position. Firestar and Strongarm were gathered around her berth, and Firestar removed her servos from Chromia's shoulders, which she had been shaking.
"Thank Primus." Firestar sighed ,Chromia, we've been trying to wake you up. You were moaning in your sleep; you sounded like you were in pain."
Chromia flushed a deep blue and pushed past the femmes to her bathroom. She splashed energon on her faceplates and neck as Strongarm asked, "Are you okay? Your fans are overheating"
"Fine" Chromia said hoarsely, her spark still fluttering in her chassis.
"Wait..." Firestar grabbed Chromia's shoulders and spun her around, "Are you blushing?" She grabbed Strongarm's shoulder with her other servo and shook both of them, "Strongarm! She's blushing! Chromia doesn't blush!"
"You know what that means..." Strongarm said slyly
"It means nothing!" Chromia insisted, shrugging Firestar's servo and heading towards her berth, "I'm going back to recharge."
"Oh no you're not!" Firestar tackled her and they both fell into a heap on the berth. Firestar pinned a struggling Chromia down and hooted, "You had an interface dream! Admit it!"
"Fine" Chromia snapped, "I did. So what?" She pushed Firestar off of her and sat on the edge of her berth, rubbing her forehelm.
"So what?" Firestar sat next to her and Strongarm sat on the other side, "So what, she asks me. I'll tell you what, you are never, ever attracted to anybot, so therefore this is a huge deal! What's his name?"
"Is it Bumblebee?" Strongarm asked eagerly
"You know, Prime is kinda hot when you look at him in the right light" Firestar started but Strongarm and Chromia both just stared at her and she wilted a little, "Okay, nevermind"
"Tell us!" Strongarm pleaded
"No!" Chromia shook her helm fiercely, "I won't, because it doesn't matter! You two know me, you know I don't ever get into relationships. Nothing is going to happen."
"Fine, we'll let it go for now." Firestar sighed and then said sternly, "But, you have to tell us as soon as anything happens!"
"Fine." Chromia shook herself, "I'm going back to recharge. Good night femmes."
"Good night." They yawned and returned to their quarters.
Chromia tried to go into recharge, but every time she remembered the feeling of his bulk on top of her, his hips pressed against hers, her spark began to race again. Finally she sat up with a groan and began getting ready for the day.
It was still dark outside when she slipped out of her quarters and headed to the training room, resolving to train hard to take her processor off it.
She set up a training dummy and had been going at it for about five minutes when she felt a tap on her arm, making her jump about a mile out of her armour.
She spun around and Ironhide jumped back, chuckling nervously, "Don't claw my faceplates off again, please."
"Sorry" She exhaled, her optics darting back and forth as she looked at the ground, "I'm having a bit of a...jumpy morning."
Ironhide looked at her closely, wondering what was making her so skittish; she was usually so calm and controlled, unless she got angry. But now she just looked...freaked out. He remembered her comment about her former teammates yesterday and thought that she must have been thinking about what happened to them all night because of him.
"Hey" He said guiltily,"Sorry I, um, blew up at you yesterday; It was uncalled for. You were just trying to help."
"You sound like you swallowed poison saying that." Chromia laughed shakily
"I may as well have." He chuckled and Chromia marveled at how quickly the low sound sent shivers down her spine.
What in Pit is happening to me?, She wondered, This is still Ironhide, the same annoying, sexist mech I was angry at yesterday. Nothing has changed, one weird dream aside.
She took a breath, steadying her circuits, and said in a calmer voice, "What you said yesterday was true; you did not ask for my help." She turned and looked at him, "But neither did anyone else on my former team. And I often wonder if they had my knowledge, my fighting skills, perhaps they would be alive." Ironhide moved to put a servo on her shoulder, but she shifted so he couldn't touch her and continued, "I am not going to make the same mistake again; you are going to get my advice whether you want it or not. That way if you are…." Her voice wavered a little on the word, "offlined, I can at least know I did everything I could."
"Would you care if I offlined?" He asked suddenly
She studied him, "Do you mean regardless of the fact that you are extremely sexist, arrogant, and stubborn as Pit?"
He rolled his optics, "Yes, besides that fact, Oh Wise One"
She smiled quietly, "Maybe."
"Maybe?" He said, exasperatedly waving his servos around, "After I just let all those insults slip, by all I get is a 'maybe'?" Chromia could tell he was holding back a smile
"Yes, that's what you get." She said forcefully, "And you're lucky I didn't just straight up say no. Now, we need to work on your defense from certain positions..."
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When Jazz walked into the training room an hour later and found Ironhide and Chromia sparring, he nearly dropped the bag of new equipment he was carrying, startled that no one was yelling at each other.
They turned to him as he grinned and said, "Well, I guess you guys do sparr when I'm not here."