I hope that the shift in Sentinel's and Shayla's relationship doesn't upset my readers but I promise that you will like the outcome. She is tough but I think she needs an old bot like Sentinel that is why I created her to be his mate. It's inevitable to happen but I hope you like their journey.
I am surprised that only one commented on the name for the mechling. I had something else in mind but then while writing I changed it very suddenly. I thought Galvatron was more appropriate. In my folly I have forgotten the names for Aura's and Thundercracker's sparklings. I know that is terrible and I will have to go back and reread my own writing. If anyone knows which chapter that it is in, please send me a message. It will help me.
Please, please, please, review so I know what you think. I even like negative criticism except when it is intentionally hurtful. Enjoy!
Shayla woke and blushed as she realized that she was draped over Sentinel's torso. She looked up, to her dismay, to see Sentinel smirking at her. It was the first time she had ever over recharged and it made it her first having to deal with Sentinel upon waking.
"Good morning my darling femme, I hope you are not too embarrassed. You usually recharge on top of me every night." He said and Shayla wanted to kill him for the twinkle in his optics. She just knew he was laughing at her in his CPU, the fragger, and she wanted a hole to open up and swallow her. "No spiteful words this morning, or does your gato have your glossa?"
"Go to the pit, Sentinel; I am not in the mood." She replied as he reached around her waist and caressed her aft. "I see the morning doesn't change how you like to feel me up."
"Well of course, it would be no fun if I couldn't get a rise out of you." He laughed at the glare and moved down to stroke her outer thighs. "I remember how warm and soothing you were to me last night. Does this mean that we might make a truce? I love the fights but I also want to learn more about you." He purred softly into her ear as Shayla shivered. She looked him in the optics and sighed.
"We will declare a truce for the nights. Is that agreeable?" She asked him.
"I can manage that. Does that mean we fight through the day?" He asked smirking at her.
"It means you leave me alone so that I can do my work!" She growled back.
"I'll think about it." He stated and Shayla rolled her eyes at him as he laughed. She tried to get up but Sentinel held her firmly to him.
"Sentinel…" She growled. She wiggled and tried to shake loose from his hold but Sentinel would have none of it. He rolled her until she was under him and Shayla breathlessly held back her whimper of fear as he pulled her wrists over her head.
"I mean it, let me go now!" She demanded though it came out a little breathy and insecure. Sentinel laughed at her and then nuzzled her neck.
"Just this once Shayla let go. Be with me and enjoy the pleasure." He whispered and Shayla was tempted but she also knew that to give in would be foolish. "Shayla let me pleasure you and if you don't like it I will leave you alone." He licked at her neck where sensitive cables lie beneath skin and Shayla gasped.
"You will never leave me alone." It was true. If she gave in to him then the memories would haunt her. Shayla thought about him and wondered if it would not be so bad to be haunted by memories. In truth she had plenty of skeletons already littering her closet so one more might not hurt.
"I promise Shayla, I will honor my word if it is truly what you wish." He said as he moved down to nuzzle her breasts. Shayla moaned as she clung to Sentinel. She wanted him and yet she was afraid that when he found that she was not the worldly femme that he thought that he might ridicule her. He reached back up and captured her lips in a tender kiss so contradictory of his personality that Shayla felt like weeping from the confusion and inner turmoil that her thoughts were providing. She wrapped her left arm around his neck as her right hand went to cradle the side of his face, the malleable metal so smooth and warm, despite his age, beneath her fingers that she gasped from the sensation of just touching him.
In that moment Shayla decided to give him a chance. Just last night he had given her hope and she had waited so long for a mech to love her. Would it be so wrong for that mech to be Sentinel? Surely none of the others would do. They were young and brash and the only one to possibly interest her would be Ironhide and he was already bonded to Mia, her friend and comrade in arms, and she would never hurt Mia.
"I still stand by that you will never leave me alone but if it means that much to you I will surrender." She whispered and delight dance across Sentinel's face before masking it behind the desire that Shayla saw burning beneath his optics. He reached down to cup her face with his hands has he met her in the middle for a gentle sweet kiss. Shayla moaned as she raised her knees up next to Sentinel's outer thigh plates and then hooked her heels on the edges of his calf plates for leverage. Shayla plucked at the sensitive wiring beneath Sentinel's armor and then gasped as the cool morning air touched her skin as he reared back and began to shed his armor. She trembled beneath him as she watched wide eye and trembling with realization as the dawning of the day exposed her thoughts and feelings to the reality of her situation. His bluish grey protoform was exquisite beneath his red armor and Shayla reached up to touch his chest as he lowered himself back to her.
"Your spark is so beautiful." He murmured and she laughed.
"You have never seen my spark so how do you know." She said as she felt him stroke her aft to her outer thigh.
"It shines through in your eyes." He replied and Shayla's eyes grew wide at the wonderful compliment. She blushed at his intense gaze and Sentinel drew her knees high and over his shoulders as he lowered his helm to nuzzle her stomach. She gasped as her hands went around Sentinel's helm as he made his way down her body and settled between her legs. She gasped as he licked at her valve and then moaned and whimpered as he gently prepared her for his first thrust.
Shayla shivered as his fingers stretched her tight valve. She had never allowed anyone to touch her so intimately and couldn't help but be a little nervous as Sentinel gently stretched her and lubricated her with her own fluids. Shayla's head thrashed against the pillow and she cried out as she felt his glossa licked and then dip in to touch sensitive walls and nodes never before stimulated but when Shayla tried to pull away from sensations too extreme, Sentinel held her to him as he wrapped his arms around her thighs.
"Sentinel, what… please!" She cried out as she tried to get out from under him but he wouldn't let her. She was frightened by his fervor but she couldn't get away from him. "Sentinel…let me go please!" She yelled but it was breathy and hoarse as she squirmed beneath him.
"Shayla, I will never hurt you." He said, his voice gravelly and low sending vibrations through her, as he flicked his glossa over and around her valve. When his fingers penetrated her Shayla bucked upward in instinct as electrical pulses started flowing through her lower body and stimulating her. She cried out and Sentinel raised her legs over his shoulders as he carefully moved his fingers in her wet tight valve as he stretched her even more so that he would not hurt her when he entered her body.
"Sentinel… please I don't know what to do!" Shayla cried out as Sentinel moved his fingers in and out and then swirled them in circular motions. She coated his fingers with her fluids as they began to soak the sheets on the berth. Shayla rose up against his soft malleable grey metal of his mouth and torso and he held her to him. She pulled him close and covered his mouth with hers as he sucked on her glossa and then filled her mouth with his. It was a dual of wills, of strength, and of spark as they discovered every sensitive place that each could find and both loved the powerful sensation of charge that was coursing through them.
"Shayla you are so responsive." He murmured against her mouth as he brought her to overload with his fingers. Shayla let out a soft scream as electrical charges consumed her body and she bucked up high into his arms as fluid flowed freely over Sentinel's hands and Shayla's thighs running down to soak the sheets and blanket. Sentinel moved back up savoring the taste of her fluids as he licked his digits clean. Shayla's eyes grew big at the erotic sight as her breath caught in her throat and his helm hovered close to hers. He dipped down and she tasted herself on his lips.
"Shayla look at me." Sentinel command he softly and she looked into his azure optics that swirled with so much emotion. "I will not hurt you." He said softly as he lightly kissed her lips. "I want you to enjoy this."
"I trust you Sentinel." She said softly as she felt him line his body up with hers. He lifted her knee up with one hand as he spread her other thigh apart and tensed momentarily at the odd sensation of another touching her so intimately. Her hands went to his chest as if to brace herself as she felt his spike begin to push slowly into her. She made herself relax as Sentinel very slowly entered her but then Sentinel stopped as he looked at her in surprise.
"Shayla…it can't be! What?" He was stumbling as he looked at her with a mixture of confusion and awe.
"I never had an interest in anyone, no one special, and I never thought about casual relationships." Shayla replied as she clutched at Sentinel's shoulders while she felt him raise her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He reared back and then moved suddenly forward as he sheath his spike deeply within he hot moist valve. Shayla gasped at the sudden intrusion and then whimpered in pain while holding desperately to her lover.
"I am sorry that it hurt so much but I promise the pain will go away." Sentinel whispered as he settled himself while relishing the feel of her valve clenching and tightening around him.
"Why do I feel this way Sentinel?" She asked him whimpering and squirming beneath him to make him move, to get some kind of friction, or anything to just get the charge building within her so that she could find release. It was the sweetest torture because he felt so wonderful in her. It was as if he had become the other half of her that this moment was what she had always waited for, and she would never regret it.
"Shayla," Sentinel rasped, "my dear, darling femme. You were made for me." He whispered in her ear and began to move in and out of her valve as Shayla let out a soft scream of surprise and pleasure. "My darling senator you finally belong to me spark and body." Sentinel whispered as he reached down to gently press against her pelvic plating to stimulate her further toward overload.
Shayla moaned loudly as she felt him increase his trusts as her body relaxed more and more to accommodate his passion. She clung to him desperately as he moved faster and deeper bringing her closer to that unknown pleasure that her body was experiencing for the very first time. He touched her in places that no other had ever reached and she reveled in his aggressive passion. Shayla moaned and gasped as Sentinel taught her how to touch him in return to his pleasuring her. They explored each other as Shayla began to thrash against him; she was losing control of her body as Sentinel played like a professional harpist plucking each individual string while it vibrated in delectation.
"My darling come for me, overload, and know that I was the one who pleasured you." He growled arrogantly and Shayla tightened against him as she screamed into overload. Sentinel followed her as he shouted to Primus her true designation, Firestarter. Both lay panting as Shayla listened to Sentinel's fan whirl rapidly to cool his protoform and Shayla ran her legs over his as she felt coolant prickle along his metal flesh and sweat made her skin slick to his touch.
"You're still an aft." She whispered.
"And you loved every moment being in my arms." He returned as his hand stroked her overly sensitive slick skin. Shayla could feel another charge building as she tried to stifle a moan but Sentinel just laughed as his spike began to harden inside her again.
"Sentinel, please…not again. I think I'll die from a third overload." She whispered brokenly as he began to move within her highly sensitive hot wet valve and Shayla cried out as stray tears began to seep from her tightly closed eyes.
"You were made for this, for me, and I will not stop until we are both so tired that we are forced into recharge!" He snarled. In truth he had finally found her and staked his claim on her body and now he wanted her spark. Sentinel was not going to let go of her until he took everything from her that she could give. He stroked her thighs as he reared back on his knees and then he pulled her up where he was snuggled deep inside her body. Shayla cried out as he spike penetrated even deeper if possible and her valve contracted around him. He started pistoning in and out of her roughly and Shayla screamed as he stretched her painfully at first until she was stretched and pleasure took over. Sentinel growled as he kept the relentless speed and Shayla thought he would pound her into the berth.
"Darling Shayla, you are divine, a goddess among goddesses." He murmured as he continued his relentless thrusting and Shayla whimpered and cried out as she felt the charge building rapidly within her. Then Sentinel sent the first spark pulse. Shayla screamed as her body bucked so high Sentinel thought she might split in two. He held her down and close to his chassis as she looked at him with shock.
Shayla had heard her friends talk about being pulsed but she had never had felt it before. "Sentinel, please it scares me." She cried.
"Relax my darling. It is only to pleasure you. Let it flow over your circuits and then try to send it back to me." He whispered as he pulsed her again. Shayla cried out but then tried to relax as she concentrated on the charges' flow and then sending a smaller pulse back. Sentinel cried out and Shayla's eyes grew big as she realized that the power he emanated could flow between them. He was the master and she the student as he began to teach her the delights of spark pulsing. He would bring her to the brink but then stop as she cried out in frustration and then he would start again until she would beg and cling to him. He loved hearing his name cried out as she writhe beneath him, his spike buried deeply within he body, and his spark pulsing to claim hers.
"Sentinel… Sentinel please," she whimpered as she felt his chest plates shift and her eyes widen more as she saw the brilliant blue and gold of his spark. She struggled against him and Sentinel looked down to take in her panic expression. "No please Sentinel, I don't want this." She cried out as he held her still against her will.
"I lost you once, thought you were offlined, I am not losing you again." He snarled softly and Shayla stopped fighting him. He was serious and he meant it. Shayla surrendered as he chest lighted of its on and she gave in to his willful way.
It was more powerful than the pulses, more exquisite than him filling her; she could see everything and he let her, but what startled her, what made tears clog her throat and run down from her eyes was that he truly loved her and never stopped after he thought she was dead. She saw all the times that he defended her when she was not there against Darkwing and the other senators who saw her as a joke. She saw him trying to get to her family, trying to save them, but was too late.
Shayla cried out from all the misunderstandings and hateful things they had hurled at each other, and then Shayla saw why Sentinel went to Megatron and made a pact with him. It wasn't that Sentinel was a traitor or a secret con but that he had been spark broken by the devastation of war. He only wanted to save his race and restore Cybertron. In his naiveté he wanted to reestablish Cybertron to its glory with him as their race's leader.
Shayla loved him in that moment and realized that she had always loved him. It was why he could hurt her and it was why she had fought so hard against him. She had wanted his approval, his support, and now she understood that why he may have fought with her he had always defended her against the ones who wanted her gone or destroyed. Shayla felt so torn, spark broken, that they had lost so much time, but then Sentinel sent her a pulse of love and gratitude so that she would know that what she felt he knew and that it was okay. They had the future and that was all that mattered.
Shayla cried out as she and Sentinel tenderly reached overload and she blacked out from her body forcing her into recharge.
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Allie looked around the lower hanger that was now used for storage. She felt compelled to come back and look by herself without anyone with her to see that Prowl or Soundwave may have overlooked anything from their investigation. She couldn't shake the gut feeling that there was something she should know about this.
It was as if the perpetrator wanted her to know, wanted to be caught, but she was not looking in the right place. Why else would they leave evidence lying around to be found? Nothing that Allie could piece together made sense.
Allie looked around the darkened area, careful not to trip over boxes of shuttle parts or weapon cartridges, as she flashed her light around looking for something she could not explain. There was a bang suddenly and Allie turned her light off careful not to give away her position. She listened carefully as she heard rustling coming from the corner where boxes were stacked and Allie slowly walked stealthily closer so that she wouldn't surprise or upset whoever it was. She drew out her pistol just in case she needed it and stood close to a box so that her shadow would not be seen. She carefully peered over to a see a small femme crying as she mopped at something on the floor. It was Emalia, the young femme that was being trained for patrol and Allie felt compassion for the youngling even if she was the culprit.
"Emalia, can we talk?" Allie said it very softly as she brushed her CPU with hers so that the femme wouldn't shoot first or react too negatively. "What are you doing here? I ordered no one down here." Allie whispered softly and pain filled eyes looked up at her and Allie's breath hitched a realization flooded her systems.
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"Sentinel why? Why didn't you just tell me? Why waste all this time when we could have been together, had a family?" Shayla looked down at Sentinel with the hurt still lingering in her eyes from what she had seen through the bond. Sentinel had rolled her until she was lying on top of his chassis and she was looking down at him with her elbows propping her head as she talked to him.
"They would have been killed in the war, Shayla. This is better. Optimus and Megatron have made peace, a pact, even if we no longer can survive on our home world." Sentinel released warm air from his vents and Shayla smiled sadly.
"It is sad that we finally found each other after all this time." She commented softly as she drew Cybertronian symbols on his chest plates. They were the old symbols that spoke of their time together before everything had become so complicated. Shayla had seen them through their bond as she had also seen where he had left her secret gifts from and admirer that she had never had time to find out. Too many things had happened to get her spurned from her fellow senators. Now she was still awed and amazed that sentinel had been the one to send them. It had been an old courting ritual that was practiced among her class and it saddened her that they had lost so much. She reflected on her thoughts and tried not to swell on the fact that Sentinel could feel them too and then her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at him suddenly on the optics and a soft smile flitted across her lips. "You are still an aft and I will stand by that!"
Sentinel just laughed as Shayla felt the vibrations emanate from him and tingle along her nerve sensory net. "How dare you command me to overload!" She exclaimed indignantly but still smiled at her lover.
"Well femme, I will do what I please!" He replied in a huff and swelling up with arrogance. Shayla rolled her eyes in annoyance but then when he next spoke Shayla's toes curled and her breath hitched as fluids welled within her valve and started to leak. "You loved every minute of it my darling. You can't deny it, my spark, and my lovely and beautiful femme." Sentinel laughed softly but then he groped her aft as he felt a rush of lust so intense flood the bond from her that he growled deeply in his throat as he lifted her up and planted his rapidly growing spike deep inside her valve.
Shayla whimpered as he wrapped his large hands around her waist and taught her the age old dance between a mech and femme. She cried out from the soreness of her valve but couldn't deny that she wanted him as her fluids coated his spike as she moved up and down on his body and he relished every sensation that he felt from her as she whimpered and gasped his name out on every down stroke.
"Sentinel…I don't think…"
"I promise, only gentleness." He kissed her softly as he once again opened his chest plates and showed his love every promise that he wanted to fulfill with her.
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"I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I only wanted that aft helm Cliffjumper to know that he couldn't get away with hurting Waverly. I am so sorry!" The femme, Emalia, sobbed brokenly and her words helped Allie to understand why there had been no new attacks. She was hurting because she had hurt others. Allie compassionately walked around in front of the femme and went down on her knees. She gently pulled the femme to her and wrapped her arms around to hug and comfort the femme.
"You didn't want anyone hurt." Allie whispered.
"It wasn't supposed to go off like that but I didn't anticipate the fuel tank being filled before the explosion occurred. I don't know what to do and I am so scared Allie." She sobbed brokenly as Allie held her and rocked her back and forth.
"I am so sorry. I love Mia and I thought I would die when she was hurt." Emalia cried.
"I know but you need to tell her. You need to so that it won't eat at you." Allie softly said. "Mia would appreciate it too."
"But they won't. They will want to punish me, hurt me, and I am scared. No one was supposed to be on the tarmac!" Emalia sobbed harder as she clung to Allie's arms desperately. Allie in one sense felt relief that it was only one who had caused the problems but Allie also knew that this femme would have to face the repercussions of her actions.
Both sat there while Allie held the femme as she cried out all of her fears. "Emalia, let's get out of here." Allie told her softly.
"But…I need to…clean up. I…"
"Don't worry about it. I will take care of it." Allie gently helped her up and walked with her to the doors that led to the upper level. They slowly walked back to the main hanger and Allie led her up the stairs to her office. Others stared at the pair as they walked by but Allie kept her firmly with her so she couldn't bolt.
Emalia startled as she saw Prowl and Soundwave waiting by Allie's office door. She whimpered and then pulled back but Allie kept a firm arm on her as she escorted the femme inside of her office while the mechs followed.
"Allie, please I didn't mean it." Emalia started scared of the two mechs that had followed them in.
"I know but your actions will have repercussions and I can't excuse you from it." Allie told her in a gentle but firm voice. Emalia started to cry softly again and Soundwave felt sorry for the little femme who had only wanted to protect her friend and then avenge her. Allie sensed his compassion and gave him a sharp look while Prowl kept his stoic face emotionless.
"Please, I didn't mean to hurt anyone." She whispered.
"I know Emalia, and when I talk over the situation with Prowl and Soundwave we will take that into consideration. You have to understand that you can't avenge someone because you think that they are being mistreated. If you had come to us I would have been happy to explain the situation to the best of my ability to you as long as you understood that some of it is private and should be left between Waverly and Cliffjumper, but you didn't. I am recommending counseling for you. Our race is trying to heal from a very long war and we ourselves have been on the edge of it. I think this integration has not been easy on you and a little counseling would help you adjust better. As for Waverly, she is fine. I check on her daily and yes, I know what Cliffjumper is implying but you have to understand that he has an attitude stemming from the fact that he is a minibot and tends to over exaggerate his words and actions. Besides, if you were a true friend of Waverly, you would know that she would only tolerate his high handedness for only so long." Allie took a long look at the small femme. "Emalia, you may be dismissed if you don't have anything else to say." She told her quietly.
"Thank you, Allie and I am truly sorry."
"I know."
