Hold Me Closer

Chapter 5 - Surprise At The Disco

Author's Note: I'm really sorry for the delay but I've been caught up on school work :/ From now on I'll try to put up a chapter every week but if not, every two weeks :) I hope you like this chapter :D

Song: Sexin' On The Dance Floor – Cash Cash.

Disclaimers: I don't own Transformers or any of the characters. If I did, I would make 100% funny-er and more romancee ;)

Chromia' POV

as the night grew older, Chromia became more and more confident around her new friends.. and more and more drunk. There was enough High Grade to go round the whole of Cybertron for Primus' sake!

The disco room was full with drunk bots either dancing or sitting at the bar. A few mechs had checked her out but they all know she's taken. She would flash a cheeky smile to some of them and sway her hips sometimes but the only mech who would lay a servo on her would be Ironhide.

Come to think of it, where was her mate? She peeked around other bots looking for her mech. Suddenly she felt a servo on her shoulder. Chromia turned around to find Jazz. He bowed and held out his servo.

"Care to have a dance?"

Chromia giggled and let out a small hiccup.

"Why of course!" she said, taking his servo.

Jazz pulled the blue femme on the dance floor as a song came on. Blaster turned up the volume. Chromia found herself swaying to the music.

Ironhide's POV

You got me looking, dancing like she don't give a damn. Her body's workin', bumpin' to the sound of my jam. She got me sweating and she don't even know who I am. I am. I-I-I a-am.

Ironhide shuffled in his seat. He couldn't help for his systems heating up. The sight of Chromia's sexy protoform dancing turned him on. He found himself singing to the addictive song.

She got me slippin' and I ain't even drinkin' tonight. I'm feeling dizzy and I ain't even tipsy. I've been thinking 'bout you baby, baby all night long singing 1, 2, 3, 4, sexin' on the dance floor.

At this point, Ironhide was up on his pedes and walking towards Chromia. She obviously spotted him and headed in his direction.

Chromia swayed her hips making Ironhide helpless. She placed her blue servos on Ironhide's chassis. Electricity sot through Ironhide's circuits as Chromia trailed her servos down his protoform and back up again, taking her time around his upper legs area.

I don't know what your sire would do femme. The way you look at me, makes me wanna misbehave.

Chromia licked at Ironhide's jaw line whilst her arms wrapped around his neck. Ironhide massaged Chromia's sexy aft.

I don't know what my sire would go mech, if he saw me hard core, sexin' on the dance floor.

Chromia traced her fingers gently over Ironhide's back struts, tickling the mech. She moved her servo down his back, to his aft. Chromia gave Ironhide a saucy smack, causing the mech to yelp a little.

Oh how he loved his femme.

…

After a few songs they took a break from dancing. They sat down at a table with Optimus, Elita, Perceptor, Moonracer, Jazz and his femme, Starlight, a white and purple seeker. All the femme's were sitting on their mate's laps. Perceptor looking slightly embarrassed.

Ironhide cradled his femme in his arms. Chromia buried herself in the embrace as response. Ironhide looked at Optimus.

"So have you two thought of any designations for ya lil' sparkling yet?"

"If it's a femme, probably Swiftwind or Emerald. If it's a mech we've decided Hot – Rod." Elita explained.

Ironhide snorted at the designation only to have a whack on the helm by Chromia.

"Hot – Rod," Chromia repeated, "Is that short for anything."

"Rodimus." Optimus replied.

"So are you two going to try?"

Ironhide cocked his helm at Elita.

"Huh?"

"Try for a sparkling?"

Ironhide hadn't thought of trying for a sparkling. Of course he wanted to have a family with Chromia but he wasn't quite sure if it was to early or not. Ironhide didn't even know if Chromia wanted a sparkling or not. Whatever Chromia would choose, Ironhide was fine with it.

Ironhide looked down at the femme in his arms and nudged her.

"Whatever Chromia wants." he said. Chromia smiled before having another sip of her cube.

"So Moonie, how about you and Perce being creators?" Elita questioned. Moonracer smirked.

"I think Perceptor would make a wonderful sire." Moonracer chirped. Perceptor tightened his grip around Moonracer's waist as he buried his heated faceplates into his femme's frame. Moonracer giggled lightly and placed a soft kiss on the top of his helm.

Perceptor lifted his helm, showing his bright red plates. He awkwardly put a servo on her cheekplates and leaned in to kiss her. Moonracer looked slightly startled. Ironhide had never seen Perceptor show his affection before but then again, he has had a few cubes of High Grade. As the couple ended the kiss, everyone's mouths were open in a sort of 'O' shape. Ironhide was sure that Optimus' was as well, under his mask.

Without a moment's notice, Perceptor thanked Jazz for inviting them and swooped Moonracer in his arms, lifting her into a bridle carry. After Perceptor and Moonracer exited the disco room, everyone was still in shock.

"Well I didn't expect that." Jazz said.

Everyone burst into laughter at Jazz's sudden outburst. It was obvious that the High Grade took the better of Perce.

Chromia's POV

Chromia took another huge gulp of her High Grade before setting it down and wrapping her arms around Ironhide's neck. The mech stroked her blue back struts in response. Chromia nuzzled her faceplates in his chassis as he continued to caress her. Chromia placed hungry kisses down his neck. Ironhide made a rumbling sound deep in his chassis lovingly but the femme wanted more.

Chromia slid a servo in between his legs, fiddling with sensitive wires on his inner thighs. She felt Ironhide shiver at her soft touch. She placed one of her servos on his muscular chassis, taking in the sexiness. She traced a finger on his paint job whilst her other servo tapped Ironhide's codpiece. As Chromia did this, she heard the whirling of Ironhide's fans starting to cool himself down.

Chromia brushed her lips over his audio receivers, licking the smooth metal.

"Shall we take this somewhere else?" Chromia purred. Ironhide nodded eagerly taking shaky intakes. Chromia giggled under her breath. She loved teasing him.

Ironhide lifted her out of the room and into an alleyway, quite like the one they'd met in. the mech smashed her protoform against a wall, pinning her down. Chromia claimed Ironhide's mouth with her hungry glossia. Ironhide snaked his servos around her waist, down to cup her aft. Chromia moaned in the kiss. She onlined an optic and peered over Ironhide's shoulder.

She gasped.

No, not again.. no. This can't happen.. not again.. not him

Chromia's whole frame tensed as she stared at the mech.

Ironhide's POV

Ironhide turned to look where his femme was looking. There stood a white and grey mech. His faceplates was emotionless and his optics were ruby red.

Chromia's POV

"Chromia." Ironhide whispered, "Whose that?"

Chromia took a shaky intake, looking at her ex-boyfriend.

"M-Megatron."

Author's Note: Cliffhanger – I'm evil :)