Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Chapter Four

Lori entered her bathroom, stripped of her clothes, and stepped into the shower. She let the warm water wash across her as she tried to contain the excitement she was feeling. She turned the water off, dried herself, and pulled on the bikini she wore earlier that day. She stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the straps so that they felt right, and pulled a blue robe on, tying the belt slightly loose. She started to walk out when she got one more idea, and walked over to the door that joined her bathroom with Coby's instead. It was a door with two locks, one on each side, so that both sides had to be unlocked to open it. They had kept the door locked on both sides, but Lori's idea required this entrance. So, she unlocked her side and left for Coby's room.

She walked in without knocking, and caught him exiting his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. They both blushed at the sight of each other, but their embarrassment quickly faded into excitement. Lori closed the door behind her and shrugged her robe off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then she stood there for a little bit, letting Coby stare at her while she stared back. In spite of his slightly thin build, Coby was actually quite strong. While he didn't have the body of a well built athlete, his shoulders, arms, and legs were well muscled – due to his constant mountain biking hobby, a hobby she was starting to pick up on – and his abs showed the faint outlines of a six-pack. She, on the other hand, had soft skin covering her muscles and smoothing out her mature feminine figure.

Lori stepped up to Coby and motioned to his bed. "You might as well lie down first, you're all ready," she grinned at him. He blushed, but did what she said and laid face down on the bed. She climbed on and sat on his thighs with one leg bent on each side, leaned over, and started to massage his shoulders. Knots in his muscles came undone under her touch, and he began to relax more and more, sighing in pleasure. Both of them were enjoying it a great deal.

Once she had gone down and up his back twice, she got off his bed and he sat up. She put a hand on his thigh, leaning in to kiss him. She broke off their kiss, noticing that Coby's towel was coming loose around his waist because of how she was leaning. She grinned and leaned in more, whispering, "My turn." All Coby could trust himself to do was to nod, trying not to look at the cleavage she was showing him. She stopped leaning on him so that he could stand up, and then took his place, lying face down on his bed.

Coby turned away and fixed his towel so that it was more secure, and was glad he did when he turned around. Lori was reaching back and undoing the straps to her top, pulling him off her back. Coby gulped, finding it hard to swallow as his mouth had suddenly gone dry. Hundreds of thoughts raced through his head, not all of them appropriate. Finally, he found his voice again and asked, "Just your back, or would you like your legs massaged too?"

"I like option three, but I'll take option two," she answered. He stood by the bed and began to massage her shoulders and asked, "What's option three?"

"Breasts included," she muttered, and Coby almost froze. Only his instincts kept his hands moving in circles on her back. She wants me to what?!? he thought. Whoa! Wow! She must really want me if she wants me to do that!

Well duh! said another voice in his mind. After all, she's willing to walk in on you, and let you massage he back while she's half naked, let alone she bought that bikini.

Coby massaged Lori's back down and up twice, just as she massaged his. Next was her legs, so Coby decided to make a gamble. Rather than lifting his hands off her, he let them run down her spine and across her butt to her right leg. She practically growled in pleasure as he did this, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Personally, he was scared that she would get mad at him. Apparently, it was just the opposite, and he had her permission to touch her can.

When he finished her right leg, he moved his hands back across her butt to her left leg, drawing another growl of pleasure from her. Upon finishing her left leg, he moved his hands up to her lower back, letting them linger on her rump for a short while as he listened to her growl again. He wrapped his arms around her midriff, careful not to pull her up, and kissed her back softly.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Mmmm, very much so," Lori answered, redoing the straps on her top. "Thanks a bunch, Honeybunch. That felt good."

"You have no idea," Coby grinned, and he began to tickle her. She burst out laughing and retaliated, tickling him back. The wrestled and laughed as the tickling match went on, and soon Lori couldn't breathe.

"S-st-sto-oo-op!" she laughed, gasping for breath. Tears of mirth were streaming down her face. "Truce! Truce, already!"

Coby broke off and sat down on the edge of his bed, chuckling as he tried to catch his breath. Lori sat down next to him and put a hand on his knee. Beads of sweat traced lines across their skin, making them even more aware of their situation. They broke out into a fit of giggles simultaneously, and Lori stood up.

"Thanks to you, I smell like a skunk," she joked, giving Coby a mock glare and smiling. "Since my shower is out of soap, could I use yours?"

He gave her a quizzical look. "The soap, or the shower?"

Lori rolled her eyes. "The shower, silly," she responded. "Why would I just take the soap?"

Coby blushed slightly, but he smiled and nodded, "Its fine by me, just let me get my clothes out of the bathroom first."

Lori ran into the bathroom and pounced on his clothes. Worried, he followed her in to find her standing with a satisfied smirk on her face, holding his boxers out in front of him. "So this is what you wear," she said mischievously.

His blush deepened and he snatched at them yelling, "Give them back!"

"I don't know," she laughed, yanking them out of his reach. "Maybe I'll keep them and hang them from the ceiling in the kitchen."

Coby's face turned redder, partially out of embarrassment and partially out of amused anger. "Lori," he said firmly, "there is only one towel in this bathroom, and I happen to be wearing it right now. Do you want to use it, or not?"

She laughed and gave his boxers back to him. He turned around, pulled them on, and then took off the towel and gave it to her as he gathered up the rest of his clothes. She turned to step into the shower, but he stopped her and gave her a kiss. Then he left and closed the door so she could have her privacy.

Back in his bedroom, Coby had swapped his boxers for a pair of thermals and had pulled his pajamas on when he heard snickering coming from outside his window. Turning toward it, he saw a very familiar black beanie and a hand camera outside.

"BUD!!!" The little peeper had filmed the whole thing from the minute Lori walked in!

Lori heard Coby roar out his brother's name and run after him and giggled. She finished washing and turned off the water. While drying herself, she reached over and unlocked Coby's side of the door that separated their bathrooms. Then she snuck out into Coby's bedroom, checking to make sure he was gone so that he wouldn't see her. She picked up her robe and wrapped it over her naked body, and then walked over to Coby's bed and placed her bikini under his pillow. She didn't plan for Bud being there to distract Coby, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up to play a prank on Coby. Turning off the lights, she left and went to her room. She was too tired to change, so she just shrugged off her robe and climbed into her bed nude, confident that the heavy quilt and electric blanket would keep her warm.

She woke up with Coby next to her, and they looked just like last time with colored, metallic skin and glowing eyes. He smiled and kissed her, one finger tracing the Cybertron emblem on her chest. She giggled slightly and broke off their kiss so she could smile at him. His eyes glowed gently, returning the love she felt for him. They sat up, keeping the sheets wrapped around their naked bodies, and turned to look at the sleeping figure in a sleeping bag on the floor next to their bed. The young boy was eight or nine years old, had Coby's facial structure, her jet black hair…