Hold Me Closer

Chapter 4 - Making New Friends

Author's Note: Heey Guyys! Sorry that I've took a long time on this chapter but I've had a lot of school work and I haven't got round to doing it :D By the way, in this story, Red Alert is described as a femme and also I put Prowl and Lancer as a pairing but their not going to be major characters. This chapter is manly about Chromia meeting Ironhide's friends but we do have a sticky scene with the love bots at the beginning ;D Ooh and by the way the song in this chapter is 'Smile' by Avril Lavigne. (I've changed some of the lyrics):)

Ironhide's POV

:So are you coming tonight then Ironhide?:

:Sure Jazz! Only if Ah can bring my femme with meh:

:You've got a femme?:

:Yepp, and a sexy one too:

:Great! The other femme's will be there as well:

:Got High Grade?:

:What's a party without it?:

:Perfect. See ya tonight!:

:Laters!:

Ironhide disconnected the comm. link. Finally Chromia would get to meet his friends. It's been a week since they'd first met and they've spent it getting to know each other... and interfacing. But seriously, life is too short! Gotta do it before your offlined.

Ironhide looked in the mirror. He was covered in purple mix of transfluid and lubricant and scratches. The more they mated, the more violent Chromia became. But Ironhide didn't mind. In fact he loved it. He loved having a feisty femme.

Ironhide got in the shower and turned it on. The hot liquid fell down on his broad shoulders, then trickled down his bare protoform. The mix of transfluid washed away in almost an instant. To be honest, Ironhide was a bit disappointed that he had to wash off Chromia's lubricant. Ironhide let out a groan as the hot liquid began to burn sensitive wiring. That was his que to get out.

After putting his red armour on, Ironhide entered his berth room and there was Chromia, recharging like a sparkling. It was a shame he had to wake her otherwise he would've watched her recharge all cycle.

He tip-toed towards the berth and layed down next to her. He knew exactly how to wake her up. Ironhide crushed his lips against hers. Chromia smiled and kissed back, glossia's entwined. But after a while, Ironhide pulled away making Chromia grumble.

"What in the Pit was that? Glossia's down each others throats but no interfacing?"

Ironhide chuckled.

"Nah, not today. Ah needed to wake you up so Ah thought that would be the best option."

Before Chromia opened her mouthplates to protest, Ironhide spoke again.

"Ma friend, Jazz, invited us to his place tonight to party. All my team will be there including their femme's. It is ok, is it?"

"Of course! I would love to meet your friends!" Chromia giggled. Ironhide sighed with relief. He was hoping she would say that.

"Just going to have a shower." she said, hopping off the berth, heading for the wash room. Ironhide stared at her sexy aft until it was out of sight. Then he had a idea. A sly smile crept across his faceplates.

'Never done it in the shower before' he thought.

Chromia's POV

"You know that I'm a crazy glitch! I do what I want when I feel like it. All I wanna do is lose control-oh-oh! But you don't really give a slag, you go with it, go with it, go with it. 'Cause your fragging rock'n'roll. You-ooh said 'hey, whats you name?'. It took one look and now were not the same. Yeah you said 'hey' and since that day you stole my spark and your the one to blame. Yeeah! And that's whhhyyyy I smile, it's been a while since everyday and everything has felt so rigghhhtt and now you turned it all around and suddenly your all I need. The reason why-ah-ah I smile-ah-ah!"

Chromia's vocals echoed around the cubical. She's been addicted to human music especially a human femme named Avril. The organic was very talented. Chromia continued playing the music from her speakers and swaying her hip to the tune. Suddenly she felt cold servos wrap around her waist. She immediately processed that her spark mate was in the shower as well. Naked. His helm rested on her shoulder as his servo sneaked down to her port. Chromia groaned as Ironhide slipped a finger in and teased the insides of her port. After a while he added another finger. And another. Chromia started rocking herself up and down on his fingers. Holy Primus this felt good. Ironhide chuckled at his mate's desperation. He took out his fingers so that he could replace them with his interfacing rod but before he could, Chromia stopped him.

"Better not start otherwise we'll never stop and I don't wanna miss the party." Chromia smiled. Ironhide grumbled something about wanting to interface in the shower. Chromia giggled.

"Maybe another cycle." She soothed, "But look at me!" She gestured at her transfluid – stained thighs.

"I need to have another shower!"

"Well let me wash you." Ironhide offered. Chromia let out a sigh.

"Your impossible! You know that don't you?"

"Oh I know but-" he cupped her helm and pulled it towards his, "-you love it!"

Chromia rolled her optics. She hated to admit it but he was so right.

Ironhide's POV

'This is the life' Ironhide thought. 'Right where I want to be." The mech was kneeling down on the shower floor, massaging Chromia's thighs with cleanser. He so wanted to interface in the shower but Chromia was right. If they'd started, he didn't know if they would stop. So instead he's washing her. Better than nothing.

Later on that day...

Chromia's POV

They walked down the road heading for Jazz's house. Chromia's small servo was held by Ironhide's much larger one. She was a bit nervous meeting his friends but he kept reassuring her they were nice. It was ages since had held a conversation with another femme. Her old friends were taken away from her. No, her ex took her away from them..

Ironhide's POV

Ironhide knocked on the door with a huge thump. Music was already blasting out of the house. Jazz has always knew how to throw a proper party. High Grade, music and femme's.

The door opened wide. Jazz stood there with a huge grin on his faceplates. Ironhide squeezed Chromia's servo gently to comfort her.

"Ironhide! Glad you could make it man!"

"Ah feel the same way, Jazz." Ironhide smiled, "Chromia, this ma good friend, Jazz. Jazz, this is ma femme, Chromia."

Jazz studied the blue femme.

"So Ironhide wasn't lying when he said his femme was sexy." Jazz stated, raising an optic ridge.

Chromia bowed her helm, trying to hide her heated faceplates. Ironhide narrowed his optics as if to say 'You dare touch her'. Jazz shook his helm.

"Don't worry, old friend, I've got my own femme." Jazz exclaimed, "Fancy meeting the others 'Mia?"

"Yes please!" Chromia said happily. Jazz chuckled a little before showing the way to the others. They entered a large room to find Optimus, Prowl, Inferno, Perceptor and Ratchet all with their femme's, Elita 1, Lancer, Firestar, Moonracer and Red Alert. Optimus headed over to Ironhide. The masked mech's optics were slightly squinted. Ironhide knew him long enough to know he was smiling.

"How are you Ironhide?" Optimus greeted.

"Not bad Prime! I see you and Elita are well." Ironhide said looking at Optimus with Elita on his left.

Why yes, in a matter of fact-" Optimus placed his right servo on her stomach, "-we are doing great."

Only then did Ironhide realise Elita was carrying. To be honest, he wasn't surprised. They'd been trying for a sparking for ages. The Prime needed to anyway, to continue the reign of the Primes. But merely because the couple wanted a family.

"Congratulations you two!" Ironhide exclaimed. Elita giggled and placed her small servo over Optimus' servo on her stomach.

"Thank you Ironhide." She said.

"Who's your femme?" Optimus asked. All that time Chromia had been silently standing behind him. Ironhide almost forgot she was here.

"This is Chromia. Chromia, this is Optimus Prime and Elita 1."

Chromia mumbled a small 'hi' before Elita grabbed her by the servo and dragged her to the other femme's. Ironhide chuckled to himself. She needed time to settle in and make friends with the femme's before meeting the rest of the team. It would be nice for her to speak to another of her gender for a change.

Chromia's POV

Elita sat Chromia down on a huge sofa. The music was blasting out from the disco room. Elita introduced her to the other femme's; Moonracer, a teal and quiet femme, Red Alert, a red and white femme, Firestar, a hot red femme, and Lancer, a bubbly tri-coloured femme. Elita herself was a kind, loving, pink femme and Chromia liked her. Elita reminded her of one of her old friends. But that was long gone. So long that Chromia couldn't ever remember their designations.

"So how about you Chromia?"

Elita's vocals brought Chromia out of her thoughts. Chromia raised an optic ridge.

"Pardon?"

Elita giggled and placed a servo on her shoulder.

"You haven't been listening to a word of our conversation, have you?"

Chromia shook her helm, a bit embarrassed. Elita giggled again.

"Oh well, shall we head into the party room?"

Chromia shrugged.

"Sure why not?"

Elita's smile grew even wider before grabbing Chromia's servo again and heading through large doors to the disco room with the other femme's.

Ironhide's POV

"So how are ya Perce?"

"I believe I am good, thank you Ironhide." Perceptor stated.

"How are you and Moony getting on?"

Perceptor blushed when Ironhide mentioned his femme.

"Moonracer is a... rather beautiful femme and I am beyond lucky to spend my time with her."

Ironhide smiled. He felt the same way with his beloved Chromia.

He was glad his friend had a loving femme. Perceptor was so shy when it came to femme's and he has had a huge crush on Moonracer for as long as Ironhide could remember. Ironhide can still remember the day when Perceptor plucked up all his courage and asked her on a date. Turns out she too had a crush on him. She had a thing for the scientist.

Loud music pulled Ironhide out of his thoughts. He turned on his heels to see the femme's entering the disco room. Ironhide turned to face Perceptor again.

"Hey Perce, fancy getting some High Grade and watch the femme's dance?" Ironhide asked, nudging Perceptor with his elbow.

"Well I am not certain if-"

Ironhide grabbed the microscope's arm and dragged him to the doors. Ironhide rolled his optics. This scientist had to have a good night with his femme tonight. And Ironhide was planning the same. . .

Author's Note: So next chapter will cover the rest of the night but what will happen? Please favourite & follow 'cause there's loads more exciting chapters to come! Also suggestions and reviews are very much welcome :D

-staryy xo