WARNING: The latter half of this chapter is a tad graphic. Don't say I didn't warn you…!
Moonbeam was laughing. "Skywarp, why are we walking to the energon smoothie shop? I'm thirsty!"
Skywarp wrapped his hand around Moonbeam's and told her, "We don't have to teleport everywhere. What do you suppose I've got legs for?"
What he wanted to do was take a long walk with her and savor the evening. It was just about to get dark, and all the streetlights were glowing. Soon they would reach the smoothie shop, go on their date, and just enjoy each other's company.
When they finally reached the smoothie shop, they stood outside the entrance before going in. Skywarp held one of Moonbeam's hands and caressed her cheek. She looked up at him, her red eyes shining, and they went inside.
"You can get whatever you want," said Skywarp. "I'll pay for it."
"Why thank you," she said, grinning. "Not every mech is so polite."
Skywarp ended up buying two of the same smoothies. Secretly, he didn't approve of them at all (they weren't very healthy) but she was the one who had asked him, after all. How could he say no?
As Moonbeam was drinking her smoothie, Skywarp couldn't help but stare at her from across the table (with hope, not too conspicuously). Finally, he asked, "So, what's it like being a freelance medic?"
"It's nice," Moonbeam replied. "You know, like, I was really happy to help your friend back at base, earlier today."
"So was he," Skywarp told her. "You wouldn't believe what happened to him. It's kind of a long story, but in short, he basically got wrecked because an energon cube exploded right in his face. We're really lucky he lived. And he was in a ton of pain until you helped him."
"Well, I enjoy getting to know you and your friends," said Moonbeam flirtatiously.
"Oh, is that right, my darling?" said Skywarp, lowering his voice a little and placing one hand over hers. "It's nice to get to know you too."
"Thank you!" Moonbeam giggled, slurping up the last of her energon smoothie.
"How was it?" Skywarp asked.
"Oh, it was delicious," she told him. "In fact, if you buy another one, we could get two straws and drink from the same one."
"Very romantic," said Skywarp. "Just stay here and I'll buy us another one."
Skywarp and Moonbeam finished their drink. Skywarp dumped the empty container in the trash can and the two of them walked outside. The night was completely dark, and it had started to rain again.
"I don't quite understand this Earth weather," Moonbeam giggled, and clasped her hands in Skywarp's.
"I'll keep you warm," Skywarp whispered, taking her into his arms. She felt so small, so delicate; he could hardly feel the raindrops landing on his helmet as he slowly slid both hands down to her hips. She snuggled closer and placed her hands on his chestplate. Her eyes were closed.
Skywarp looked down and put one hand beneath her chin, and she looked up at him sweetly as her lips formed a smile. She traced one finger from the tip of his wing all the way down to his shoulder; he felt himself shiver with pleasure as he closed his own eyes and drew her in for a kiss.
It was nothing short of magical for him. She stood up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and they melted into the kiss, just the two of them, kissing in front of the energon smoothie shop as rain poured down.
Finally, their lips separated, but they still clung to each other, his arms wrapped around her tight, her head resting on his chestplate.
"Hey!" they heard a passerby yell. "Get a room, will you?"
"I can teleport us back to base in two seconds," said Skywarp. Moonbeam nodded, grabbed his hand, and they disappeared into the night.
BACK AT BASE…
"Where are we going to stay, Skywarp?" asked Moonbeam, when they were back at base.
"Well, since Starscream doesn't have to stay in the med bay any more, we can go in there," Skywarp suggested, leading her down the hallway towards the med bay.
"I think we might get caught," said Moonbeam.
"You don't have to worry," Skywarp told her. "Megatron is the only one who can override the locks, and he doesn't care what we do."
"What if somebody gets hurt?" asked Moonbeam. "Won't they need the med bay?"
"You're the medic, Moonbeam," said Skywarp, slamming the door to the med bay behind him, locking it, and scooping Moonbeam up into his arms, bridal-style. "You tell me."
"Well, okay," she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her to the repair table. "Maybe we need this place more than anyone else right now."
Skywarp sat down on the med bay and pulled Moonbeam up so that she was lying on her front, in between his legs, with his hands on her cheeks, gently turning her head up to look at him. He was very well aware that he'd been continuously pressurizing ever since the kiss outside the smoothie shop, and now she was between his legs, her pretty face staring up right at him.
Moonbeam smiled, looking flirty again. Skywarp pulled her up a little further and they started making out furiously. Skywarp let his hands roam; they started out caressing her wings, to which she mewled with pleasure and collapsed against his chestplate.
"Your body is like a temple," Skywarp whispered, as they separated for a split second.
"Luckily, the services are open tonight," she whispered back, and that was enough. Skywarp felt his interface panel open by itself, and he drew her back into the kiss as they let their hands wander wherever they pleased.
"Oh, baby, you've caught me in heat," Skywarp moaned.
"Do you want me to take care of this for you?" Moonbeam reached her hand down to Skywarp's southern regions and wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard spike.
Skywarp nodded and bit his lip, hoping he wouldn't overload all over her face.
Moonbeam gently spread Skywarp's thighs apart and started giving him his blow job, which seemed to send static electricity all over his body, feeling amazingly good but a little painful at the same time as he tried to hold it in. One small hand reached up and started stroking his wing repeatedly. Skywarp felt Moonbeam was teasing him now, and he liked it, but the stimulation of her handling his wings and sucking his spike at the same time was too much and Moonbeam soon found her face covered in transfluid.
"Oh, um…sorry," said Skywarp, sitting up, his face feeling a little warm.
"Don't worry, it's okay." Moonbeam wiped her face and crawled back into Skywarp's arms, stroking his cockpit as they started to make out again.
Skywarp kissed the top of Moonbeam's helmet as she ran her fingers up and down his inner thighs, this time teasingly avoiding the most sensitive areas. While driving him insane in this manner, she let him explore a bit more, his hands wandering down from her wings to her chest and then her hips, and eventually in between her thighs. With a kind of whimper she spread her legs a little wider, letting him insert his fingers one by one. Hmm…she was pretty lubricated too…Skywarp only hoped she was enjoying this as much as he was (a lot).
Like all the male Seekers, Skywarp was capable of overloading up to three times in one session, as their race tended to be the most fertile—and horny. Before he knew it, he found himself ready for the main event, so to speak.
"Are you ready?" he whispered into her ear. She nodded.
So he picked her up again and swung her around, then pushed himself in. She squealed and placed her feet on his shoulders as he kept going, his lips kissing hers, his hands flat on the metal surface of the repair table.
"I-I'm not even close, hon," Skywarp moaned. Moonbeam only answered with a happy scream; by now the rest of the world was blacked out, and all they could feel was the 'facing. Skywarp felt himself getting hotter and hotter, too fast for his cooling fans to kick in yet, stroking Moonbeam's wings and helmet and hips and kissing her lips and then—
With a feeling he couldn't describe as anything but euphoric, he finally felt the rush of overload inside of her, letting the warm transfluid release itself for several long seconds, until finally he pulled himself out and collapsed next to her, panting, his eyes shut.
Skywarp's cooling fans took a few seconds, but soon he felt himself starting to boot up again. Weakly, he turned his head to look at Moonbeam, who was leaning up on her elbow, a little smirk on her face.
"How was that?" she asked cheekily.
"Perfect, baby," he whispered, turning over and drawing her into his arms. "Just perfect."