Bleu Lambos

by Freya2Xana

Anwen is like your average 19 year old; however, her life is far from average. One, she works at N.E.S.T. & two, she has unintentionally caught the attention of two devilishly good-looking mechs. She may not be what Sunstreaker & Sideswipe were expecting, but perhaps she's exactly what they needed. What sort of fate does Primus have in store for them? (SS/OC/SS pairing)

32. Chapter 32

(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Anwen, Liam and any other OC that I've added to the mixture :))

(Authors Note: Salutations dearest readers, fellow writers, fangirls, fanboys and TF fans of every shape, size, color, and gender :) Before I get into the chapter, I just wanted to say thanks to all of you for choosing to read my story. Thank you so much for your patience, your faves and follows, and for your continued support. And thanks to those of you whose reviews have brought a smile to my face and have inspired me to further continue this story. I mean, I would have continued it regardless, but your kindness has helped me throughout this whole process and your support has been greatly appreciated. Now, without further ado, I present to you the latest chapter of Bleu Lambos. Enjoy :)

"English/French"

'Mental thoughts'

"Flashbacks"

'Sarcasm' (or emphasis)

{Cybertronian}

::Sparkbonds::

:Speaker talk:

::Comm. Link::

*:Phone calls:*

Chapter 32

Upon stepping into her apartment, Anwen tossed her keys/lanyard onto the counter, slipped off her shoes and placed them on the mat, and removed her backpack for the time being. While she was completely exhausted after climbing nine flights of stairs, she couldn't allow herself to rest at the moment because she promised herself that she'd make Nanaimo bars as soon as she got home.

And that's exactly what she intended to do.

Donning her cupcake apron, Anwen set to work gathering all the utensils she would need for this recipe as well as checking her pantry and fridge to make sure she had all the necessary ingredients. Unfortunately, she was missing one: heavy cream. "Bon sang (Damn it)! Why is it always the cream?!" With a tired sigh, she removed her apron, grabbed her lanyard/keys, and donned her backpack and shoes before heading out of her apartment and locking the door behind her. Afterwards, she headed over to the elevator and upon entering, pressed the button to take her down to the lobby.

"I reeeally don't want to go grocery shopping at this hour," she whined to herself as she waited for the elevator doors to open. When they did, she reached around and patted the left side pocket of her backpack, checking to make sure she had one of her reusable grocery bags on hand.

Thankfully, she did.

Granted, she could just use her backpack to carry her supplies, but she still liked having a shopping bag on hand just in case she needed it. Heading out of the lobby and through the building entrance/exit, Anwen began her trek to the grocery store. Having no patience to wait for the bus, she forced herself to push onward despite feeling tired from her recent ascension up nine flights of stairs. 'Twas all for naught,' she mentally grumbled.

Had she thought to check her fridge earlier, she would have seen that there was no heavy cream within it and would have made herself a note to pick some up after work. But she didn't, and now she was paying the price for her lack of observation.

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-Twenty Minutes Later-

As the grocery store came into view, the young ginger emitted a tired sigh, "Finalement (Finally)." She was starting to feel a little shaky from overexerting herself, but she refused to sit down and rest. "The sooner I finish running this errand, the sooner I can return home and start making those Nanaimo bars for tomorrow," she told herself.

Grabbing a buggy (cart), she figured that she'd kill two birds with one stone and get most of her grocery shopping done now so she wouldn't have to go back again this weekend. Although, her list of items was rather small as she only needed some avocados, oranges, pears, bread, laundry detergent, Reese's minis, and heavy cream. Okay, she didn't really need the Reese's, but she wanted them. Twas the night before Halloween and her monthly cycle was swiftly approaching once again. She just hoped this one would be lighter and less painful; however, she wasn't going to hold her breath on that as she had been wrong before when it came to her period. Shaking her head of those thoughts, she made her way down the aisles and collected the items she needed.

After ten minutes of maneuvering through the store, Anwen finished her shopping and was now at the register paying for her items and bagging them up. Placing her produce, bread, cream, and Reese's inside her reusable shopping bag, she then removed her backpack and loaded up her 95oz (5.93lb) box of detergent before zipping it back up and adorning it once more. Upon returning the buggy, she exited the store and began her twenty minute trek back to the apartment building. However, as she walked, a familiar golden Lamborghini approached her from behind:

:Need a lift?:

"Oui s'il vous plaît (Yes please). Merci."

:Of course. By the way, you're welcome to sit in the driver's seat if you'd like.:

"Are you sure?"

:I am.:

"Merci, Sunstreaker," she bashfully replied as she opened the passenger door and placed her backpack and groceries in the seat before removing her walking crutch and setting it on the floor. As carefully as she could with a fractured foot, Anwen made her way over to the driver's side and climbed in, to which she closed the door and buckled up before instinctively placing her hands on the wheel while he drove off. "You know, I just realized something."

:Hm?:

"The last time I was sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle was before I came to Diego Garcia. I haven't actually driven myself anywhere since I moved here...I mean, I know you're the one who's actually driving, but still, it's kinda strange."

:Do you miss driving yourself around?:

"Certes, oui (Admittedly, yes). I guess mainly it's because it was another form of independence and freedom for me."

:I see. If I wasn't on patrol I'd let you take control and drive us around for a little while.:

"Vraiment (Really)?!"

:Indeed,: he replied with a smile in his voice.

"You're so wonderful to me."

:I know,: he softly chuckled while she playfully tapped the steering wheel.

"Cheeky mech."

:Divine femme.:

That comment made her blush, to which she brushed a stray curl behind her ear as she glanced up at the rearview mirror. "So...I wanted to ask if you and Sideswipe would like to join me for a Halloween get-together with Maggie and Liam tomorrow?"

::We'd be delighted to attend,:: a familiar voice sounded through the Comm. link, which brought a smile to the young ginger's face.

"Sideswipe?! Did you just tune in to our conversation or did your brother call you?"

::Oh, I've been listening this whole time,:: he replied with a smile in his tone. ::Sunny and I were talking when he stopped to pick you up. I just didn't say anything because I wanted to listen to your voice for a little bit before joining the conversation.::

"Est-ce vrai (Is that so)?"

::Mhmm. By the way, I should be home in another hour or so, but I'll have to hit the wash racks and buff out some scratches when I get back. But don't worry, I'm not hurt: just dirty.::

"Well, if you'd like, I could give you a good scrubbing. " She then glanced back at the rearview mirror, "That offer applies to you too, Sunstreaker."

:Oh really,: he asked, intrigued.

"Oui. Of course, I have to fix Nanaimo bars first as I was tasked with preparing a dessert for tomorrow's gathering."

::Well, you'll have plenty of opportunities to scrub us down when I return. If anything else, we can save that for another time. Preferably on a day when it's just the three of us.::

"I'd like that."

:As would I,: Sunstreaker agreed as he pulled up to the apartment building and came to a stop across from the main entrance.

::Yea...Well I better let you two go for now, but I'll be home shortly.::

"I'll be sure to leave the door unlocked for you in case you decide to swing by my unit and surprise me."

::Hmm, I'll keep that in mind. I love you, Ani.::

"Je t'aime aussi, Sideswipe (I love you too, _)."

::I love you, Sunny.::

Sunstreaker didn't reply, but emitted an annoyed groan which made his brother laugh before dismissing the Comm. link.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, Anwen tenderly caressed the steering wheel, "Je t'aime aussi, Sunstreaker (I love you too, _)."

:And you, my radiant sparklight, I love you to Cybertron and back.:

She felt chills down her back at his sultry voice, "I love it when you use that tone with me."

:I know,: he added with a soft growl of his engine.

Unbuckling herself and opening the door, Anwen slowly ran her fingers along the dashboard before exiting his alternate form and approaching the passenger side, where upon opening the door, she grabbed and adorned her walking crutch and backpack, and picked up her reusable shopping bag, to which she then gently closed the door and gave him a soft caress. "Be safe on your patrol."

:You know I will.:

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Upon entering her apartment, Anwen slipped off her shoes, tossed her keys/lanyard onto the counter, and put her groceries away. She then removed her phone from its designated pocket and set her bags aside before stepping into the bedroom where she removed her walking crutch, hair tie, and earrings before stripping out of her clothes. As much as she wanted to keep being 'spooktacular' and fabulous, she needed a shower.

Once she was completely naked, she limped into her bathroom and turned on the tub faucet, allowing the water to heat up to her desired preference before activating the shower and stepping into the spray. As the hot water rolled down her body and dampened her hair, Anwen emitted a sigh of contentment as she thought about seeing Sideswipe again and having both of the twins around once more. 'Maybe they'll want to sleep over,' she mused to herself. She certainly wouldn't mind their company, but if they offered for her to stay over at their place, she'd have no objections whatsoever. As long as the three of them were together once more, that's all that mattered.

After ten minutes of scrubbing, shaving, and rinsing, Anwen stepped out of the shower feeling clean and refreshed. Once she dried herself off and combed out her wet curls, she limped back into the bedroom and donned a clean pair of panties, her periwinkle booty shorts, her old Power Rangers t-shirt, and her walking crutch before heading into the kitchen to start on those Nanaimo bars. Upon adorning her cupcake apron and laying out all the necessary items for the bottom layer, the young ginger set to work.

After lining her Pyrex casserole dish with foil, she slowly melted the butter over the stove and mixed her dry ingredients together in a large bowl while a memory of her Mother crossed her mind:

-Autumn, 1994-

Soft lighting shone through the kitchen window as the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. A beautiful woman casually sat at the small breakfast table with a mug of said coffee in her hand as she leisurely read a well-worn/loved copy of Jane Austen's, Pride and Prejudice. Her curly red hair was pulled up into a messy bun while her attire consisted of a sky blue robe and a pair of pink slippers. As she was about to turn the page, her green eyes suddenly focused on some movement coming from the doorway:

Her little girl stood beside the counter wearing a pair of purple footie pajamas and cuddling a stuffed moose to her chest. Her curly red hair was frizzy and disheveled, while her golden amber eyes were still tired-looking.

With a smile lining her freckled face, the woman spoke, "Bonjour, mon petit Lottie. Avez-vous bien dormi (Good morning, my little _. Did you sleep well)?"

"Oui je l'ai fait (Yes I did)," she replied in her tiny voice and approached.

The woman set her mug and book aside so she could properly embrace her daughter and kiss her forehead, "C'est bon (That's good)."

Glancing around, the small girl then asked, "Où sont Papa et Liam (Where's Daddy and _)?"

"Ils sont partis plus tôt ce matin pour partir à la chasse. Ils voulaient te dire au revoir mais ne voulaient pas te réveiller (They left earlier this morning to go on their hunting trip. They wanted to say goodbye but didn't want to wake you)."

"Oh," she frowned, to which her Mother gently cupped her cheek and smiled:

"Ne vous inquiétez pas, ils seront de retour avant dimanche (Don't worry, they'll be back before Sunday)." At the pout she continued to display, she cheerfully asked, "Voudriez-vous m'aider à faire des barres Nanaimo pour le dessert ce soir (Would you like to help me make some Nanaimo bars for dessert tonight)?"

At that, she happily nodded, "Oui, s'il vous plaît (Yes, please)."

-Present-

Rubbing her tears away with the back of her hand, Anwen focused on her current task and mixed some cocoa powder into the melted butter before adding a whisked egg and stirring them together over the stove. Once finished, she used her spatula to add the mixture to her large bowl of dry ingredients (graham cracker crumbs, shredded coconut flakes, and crushed walnuts), to which she then used her hands to fold them all together before evenly placing the mixture into the dish and pressing it firmly into place.

Afterwards, she washed her hands and stored the dish in the fridge for the time being. Seeing as how she'd have to wait at least an hour until she could start the second layer, Anwen decided to wash the dishes as a means to pass the time.

As she scrubbed, she soon heard a *knock, knock, knock* at the door, to which she dried off her hands to answer it and was met with a familiar holoform standing before her with a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand:

"Hey, Ani."

"Sideswipe," she practically flung herself at him and was caught in his strong, loving arms. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too." He held her close and stroked her hair while she nuzzled his chest. "By the way, I picked these for you," he gestured towards the flowers, which she graciously accepted and inhaled their sweet fragrance.

"They're beautiful. Merci."

"Of course. Although, they pale in comparison to your beauty, my dearest spark."

A blush made its way across her cheeks as she led him inside the apartment, "You flatter me, Sideswipe."

"T'is not flattery, but truth," he replied with a smile as he leaned against the counter while she placed the flowers in a mason jar and filled it with cool water before setting it on the windowsill beside her succulents. "You're so beautiful."

"And you, mon cher patineur d'argent (my dearest silver skater), you're so handsome," she sincerely stated as she approached and wrapped her arms around his neck while he placed one hand behind her head and the other near the small of her back.

With a charmingly mischievous smile, Sideswipe dipped her and deeply kissed her with a heated passion, leaving her breathless as her heart raced within her chest. "...Primus, I've wanted to do that for almost three days now."

"Tu ne dis pas (You don't say)," she breathed as her stomach fluttered with butterflies.

"Mhmm," he set her upright and kissed her lips again before tenderly caressing her cheek, "I love you."

"I love you too," she tearfully replied before pulling him in for another long, passionate kiss. As they were savoring the moment, another *knock, knock* came at the door, to which they reluctantly ceased their actions. "Come in."

With a turn of the handle, Sunstreaker entered the domain, "Did I interrupt something?" A knowing look was plastered across his face while a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"In a sense, yes," Sideswipe replied with a slight huff. "But we'll just have to continue at a later time. Right Ani?"

She smiled and gave him a curt nod in agreement, "Oui, nous allons (Yes, we shall)." They shared another kiss before she approached his brother and kissed him as well, to which he playfully groped her ass, causing her to emit a surprised squeak: "Oh! Sunstreaker.."

He emitted a chuckle at her reaction, "Did I catch you off guard, sparklight?"

"Oui, you did, you cheeky mech."

"Hmm, divine femme."

"Je vous aime (I love you)."

"I love you too."

At their cute banter, Sideswipe couldn't help but smile as he had never seen his brother act so sweet and tender before. Sure, he had his kind moments, but he was never this open with his emotions. Anwen seemed to bring out the best in him, and that was something both twins admired about her.

"So, Sideswipe, did you and your team find anything interesting on your mission," she curiously asked as she resumed washing the dishes while he and his brother assisted with rinsing and drying them off.

"Well, we picked up some more Autobots while we were out."

"Vraiment (Really)?! C'est génial (That's great)!"

"Indeed; especially considering that all three of them are femmes."

"Oh? Should I be jealous," she asked with a flirtatious smile.

"Not at all. You're the only femme for us. Besides, the ones we picked up are already spoken for."

"By whom?"

"Optimus, Ratchet, and Ironhide," Sunstreaker neutrally replied, to which she looked at him with a shocked expression lining her face:

"They have sparkmates?! Comment ça se fait que je n'en ai jamais entendu parler (How come I never heard of them)?"

He shrugged, "You didn't ask. Plus, it's not mine nor Sideswipe's place to talk about their personal lives."

"I can't believe Ratchet never brought it up."

"I wouldn't expect him to," Sides replied as he rinsed off the mixing bowl before handing it to his brother for drying. "He and Moony were practically inseparable back on Cybertron. Leaving her to chase after Megatron with Prime and the others was one of the hardest decisions he's ever made. Likely scenario was that he felt it was better to miss her in private rather than public. Same thing goes for Optimus and Ironhide."

"Oh, I see," she frowned before handing him some small utensils to rinse. "I guess I can't blame them for wanting to keep their personal lives a secret. Although, I would like to meet their sparkmates sometime."

"We could pay them a visit after we finish this task."

"Well, as much as I'd like to leave after the dishes are done, I'm actually in the middle of making Nanaimo bars for tomorrow's Halloween gathering. The bottom layer has to firm up enough for me to add the middle layer, and then after that, I have to wait another hour before adding the top layer. But we can head out once I finish the middle layer. If that's alright?"

"Fine by us," Sunstreaker stated as he finished drying the last of the utensils.