Here we go! Time for a brand new chapter! A huge thank you to everyone that reviewed! Reviews make my day. And now, on with the show!
Elita was in a bit of shock. She couldn't make her processor form a coherent thought. All she could do was stare at Optimus as he pulled away from her, breaking the kiss. Once her processor cleared a bit, she began to think about what had happened. Her lips still tingled from Optimus's kiss. She knew it had been accidental, but it was spark-stopping nonetheless. She couldn't stop her spark from pounding. When their lips had touched, she thought it would jump right out of her chassis! But what was puzzling her was that his kiss seemed familiar, somehow. She couldn't understand how, because she had only met him a few months ago.
Unbeknownst to Elita, Optimus was having his own internal struggle. All sorts of jumbled up thoughts ran through his dazed processor. He had only wanted to kiss her cheek plate, but when she had turned her helm unexpectedly, and the kiss had been on the lips instead, he couldn't help himself. He just had to kiss her. He couldn't believe how soft and warm her lips were! It took every ounce of strength he had not to wrap his arms around her; pull her close, and kiss her senseless, but he knew he needed to control himself, for her sake. He would never forgive himself if he frightened or hurt her in any way. He could only hope and pray she didn't hate him now. As he sat next to Elita, her small hand in his enormous one, he tried to read her expression, but all he got was a rather dazed look from her. He had to say something to her, but what? He swallowed hard and began to speak.
"Elita, I'm so sorry. I never meant for that to happen. I only meant to give you a kiss on the cheek plate, like you gave me. I understand if you are upset with me. Would you like me to escort you back to your quarters?" Optimus said; optics lowered. He couldn't bring himself to look her in her optics.
Elita had finally recovered enough to speak, and seeing the sad look in Optimus's optics, she knew she needed to reassure him. "It's ok, Optimus. It just - surprised me, that's all. I'm not upset with you at all;" she said softly.
Optimus looked as if the weight of Cybertron lifted off his broad shoulders. Heaving a great sigh of relief, he found himself looking Elita in the optics once again, but what he saw confused him a bit. She had a bit of a puzzled look on her face, like she was trying to figure something out.
"Elita; is everything all right?" He asked.
"Yes, Optimus, everything is fine. I was just lost in thought." she said, leaning against him, her helm resting gently on his shoulder.
Optimus slowly put his arm around Elita, holding her close. "What were you thinking about?" he said quietly.
"Nothing much. Only how lucky I feel having a mech as sweet as you around;" she sighed. Elita sat up and looked at Optimus, her optics softly glowing. She stayed that way for a few moments, before slowly lifting her hand, and gently touching his cheek plate. Optimus froze, unsure what to do next. He loved the feel of her small soft hand on his cheek plate. He closed his optics and ever so slightly leaned into her hand.
Elita gently caressed his cheek plate a moment longer, and while his optics were still closed, she leaned up and gently touched her lips to his. She slowly closed her own optics and let her hands slowly slide around his neck, pulling him closer.
Optimus was stunned for a moment, then slid one arm around her tiny waist, and gently supported her back with the other. He relished the feel of her soft lips on his, and slowly deepened the kiss. The kiss was pure bliss. Had he died and gone to the matrix? If so, he never wanted to come back. After so many years without Elita, to finally have her in his arms was almost more than he could bear. He softly nibbled her bottom lip, eliciting a soft whimper from Elita.
The kiss continued awhile longer, neither one wanting to stop, but finally they pulled apart, and Elita snuggled deep into Optimus's arms. It wasn't long before she drifted into recharge, Optimus following soon after; both having finally found comfort in each other's arms.
Unbeknownst to Optimus and Elita, Sunny and Sides had been outside Prime's quarters all evening, spying on them and trying to gather some ammunition for a good prank on them. They were so busy scheming that they didn't notice Ironhide walking down the corridor.
"What are you two knuckleheads doing outside Prime's quarters? You two know very well he doesn't want to be disturbed while he's in his private quarters!" Ironhide roared.
"Shhh! Optimus and Elita are recharging, stupid!" hissed Sides.
Ironhide's optics turned a deep purple, and he slowly clenched and unclenched his fists.
"Oh scrap! For once, Sides, shut your big mouth and RUN!" Sunny cried. Before either one could move, Ironhide had both of them by the back of the neck. CLANG! He knocked their helms together.
"Aw, sorry, you two! I seem to have dented your helms. Allow me to escort you to Dr. Hatchet!," he chuckled evilly.
"Noooooo! Not Hatchet! We'll behave, we promise!" Sides howled. Ironhide just kept walking to the medbay, Sunny and Sides howling the whole way.
"I have a couple of patients for you, Ratchet," Ironhide said as he burst through the doors. He dropped them on adjoining berths and Ratchet quickly (and painfully) strapped them down.
"What did these two idiots do this time, Ironhide?" Ratchet said, pulling out his favorite wrench.
"I caught them spying on Prime while he was in his quarters with Elita," Ironhide growled.
"Oh they were, were they? I'll take extra good care of them, don't you worry, Ironhide!" Ratchet said, grabbing a rather large hammer in the other hand.
"For the love of Primus, Ironhide, don't leave us here!" Sunny shrieked as Ratchet walked up to his berth. Ironhide just turned and walked out of the medbay, the sounds of several loud clangs and Sunny and Sides howling in pain following him into the corridor.
A/N: Well, Optimus and Elita have shared their first real kiss! What do you think will happen next? You'll find out in the next chapter!