Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Author's Note: Though I said at the very begining that there would be strong romantic scenes in this story, I will post this unnecessary warning that this chapter has quite a bit of fluff in it. No, it is not a lemon, and if there is a chapter like that in this fanfic, I may not post a warning as you should already know.
In fact, why am I even saying that? I don't have a lemon planned for this fanfic, though I will admit that with the way the story is writing itself, I may not be able to get away with it. What do you, my faithful readers think?
Part 7.5 Artic Rescue
Chapter 61
Naomi shivered, sneezing yet again as Bud wrapped his arm around her. "Sorry about this," he apologized.
"No need to apologize, Bud-kun," she said. "You had no way of predicting the avalanche that smashed our campsite." Hours earlier, a torrent of snow had fallen down the entrance shaft and spilled out into the prisons. The edge of it caught them and the Microns and swept them away. It also demolished/buried a lot of their camp, equipment, and food. The Microns got ice and snow in so many systems, that they were forced to shut down into a self-induced coma. Bud's clothes were soaked, and he wore them as long as possible before stripping and climbing in under the last of the dry blankets with Naomi. All they could do now was stay dry and hope that someone would find them.
And she had to admit, she didn't mind the view she got.
"Any regrets, Leena-chan?" Bud asked.
"Not really," she replied. "I feel disappointed that we can't really enjoy our last moments though. I can't deny it anymore, Bud. I want you, not because you're a multi-millionaire. You're funny, witty, and you know how to make me feel better when I'm sad." Naomi felt her face heat up as she confessed.
"Thanks for returning my feelings, Leena-chan," Bud whispered in her ear. His hand ran up her torso until it reached her breast, making her gasp. He removed his hand and blushed, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
"You probably could," Naomi teased, grabbing his hand. She returned it to her breast, murmuring, "Don't stop." He began to gently explore her breast, making her moan in pleasure. "What about you, Bud? Any regrets?"
"Aside that I didn't get to do this sooner, a few," he replied, squeezing slightly before removing his hand again so that neither one of them would loose themselves in the moment. "I have ten Playboy magazines hidden under my bed at home."
Naomi snickered, "Pervert."
"I got them because of the articles inside," Bud protested. "After 14 other girls tried to forcefully bed me, I wanted to make sure I could see the warning signs, and those articles had pointers to finding the girl of my dreams."
"And to look at the chests of women," Naomi continued to tease.
Bud opened his mouth to protest, but then smiled and said, "Yours are bigger."
"Thanks," Naomi said, blushing with pleasure. "I guess I do have one other regret. My parents want me to become a teacher, but I want to be a model."
"What kind of model?" Bud asked.
"Linguine actually," Naomi chuckled nervously. "Don't ask why, I just do."
"That's I side of you I never knew existed. I think I like it. Just don't become a prostitute, please?" Bud begged.
Naomi made a face of disgust, "I would NEVER do that! Ugh! Why would someone even want to do that to themselves is beyond me."
Bud smiled, "Thanks."
They fell asleep with their backs to each other, neither one noticing Bud's cell phone light up for a few seconds as it received a signal and sent the message it was programmed to deliver.
