(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Anwen and my other OC's)
(Authors Note: Bonjour, salutations, hello, and good day/night to all of my fellow readers, writers, fangirls, fanboys, and TF fans of every size, shape, color, sexual preference, culture, religion, ethnicity, and background! I'm so glad you've all been enjoying the story so far because as I've said before on numerous occasions: I enjoy writing it. Yes, I know updates have been slow and it wasn't always like that, but life just happens and often gets in the way of our projects and passions. Regardless, thank you all for your continued support, understanding and patience, as well as the kind reviews this story has received so far. I'm really happy to know how much of an impact this particular story has had on you guys as I honestly didn't think it'd get this much attention when I first uploaded it at the end of 2020, but I'm glad to see that I was wrong :) So, until next time, keep it classy, make good choices, and stay amazingly awesome!)
(Warning: This chapter contains smut and sex, so read and enjoy at you own leisure ;))
"English/French"
'Mental thoughts'
"Flashbacks"
'Sarcasm' (or emphasis)
{Cybertronian}
::Sparkbonds::
:Speaker talk:
::Comm. Link::
*:Phone calls:*
Notes (English/Common/French, ect.)
{Cybertronian Notes}
Chapter 52
-Later-
Although Sideswipe was reluctant to leave Anwen, he knew better than to forsake his duties and deprive her of some alone time with his brother. Speaking of which, he reached out to Sunstreaker through a private Comm. shortly after relieving him of his guard duties down in the brig. It's not that they couldn't physically speak to one another while they were within audio range; however, they didn't want Barricade eavesdropping on their conversation, nor did they want him to know about their relationship with Anwen. The less their Decepticon 'guest' was aware of her, the better.
::Hey Sunny, Ani's probably in the shower by now, so you might want to just phase into her apartment rather than knock on the door.::
::I was already planning on it,:: he casually replied with a smirk in his tone. ::Also, I hope you didn't tire her out too much already.::
::Oh, she's not even close to being tired,:: he lightly chuckled.
::Good. I'll be sure to wear her out before your shift ends.::
::You can certainly try. By the way, if and when you use your dentas on her, try to avoid the left side of her neck. I don't want your mark to cover over mine.::
::Noted.::
XXXXX
Deciding to forgo driving off base, Sunstreaker decided to just phase into Anwen's apartment as his brother had suggested. Upon doing so, he was greeted by Kenobi, to which he gently scratched his soft, furry head and retrieved a dog biscuit from the cupboard.
After giving the pup his treat, the golden frontliner stepped into the bedroom and gently closed the door behind him before alerting the young ginger of his presence (through the bond) and entering the bathroom where she was currently in the process of rinsing out her crimson locks.
"I was wondering when you'd saunter in here," Anwen quipped with a smile as she peeked out from behind the shower curtains, earning her a sideways smirk from her golden artist.
"Well, Sideswipe informed me that you'd be in the shower. I was hoping to join you, but I can see that you're almost finished. That, and I'd have to switch out my holoform."
"Hmm, while I like your human ruse, I prefer your current one," she gestured to his frame with a smile before disappearing back behind the curtain. "By the way, I read your note and saw the sketchbook."
A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he could practically feel her blushing from the tone she used: "I take it that you approve of the drawings?"
"Je fais (I do). They're beautiful..and quite erotic," she answered with heated cheeks as she thought about reenacting all of the drawings he had created with her in mind. Turning off the shower, Anwen squeezed out her hair before reaching out and grabbing her towel, to which she then wrapped it around her naked frame and stepped out of the shower and onto the awaiting bath mat.
"You know you don't have to cover yourself around me," Sunstreaker noted as he sent her a pulse of love and affection through their bond, causing her to smile.
"Je sais (I know). It's just a habit. But look at it this way: now you get to unwrap me like a birthday present."
"Hm, that's true," he smiled as he leaned against the wall and watched as she began combing out her long, crimson locks before applying some anti-frizz curl enhancing product. As she was about to use the blow dryer, an idea suddenly popped into his processor: "May I?"
With a quirk of her brow, Anwen handed him the dryer, to which he turned it on and began drying her hair while she smiled at him in the mirror. "I can't remember the last time someone else dried my hair for me. May I ask why you wanted to?"
He shrugged, "I figured that I'd offer my services. Besides, this gives me an excuse to touch your hair."
"Oh, so that's your motive?"
"Only part of it," he quipped back with a charming smirk before leaning down and softly kissing the right side of her neck, causing her to emit a sigh of contentment. "You're so beautiful," he nuzzled the crook of her neck and emitted a soft hum.
"Et tu es si beau (And you're so handsome)," she turned to face him before casually taking the hair dryer from his servo, turning it off and placing it on the sink counter, to which she then placed one hand along his chassis and the other along his cheek. "Embrasse-moi, mon artiste en or (Kiss me, my golden artist)."
With a soft chuckle, he granted her request and closed the gap between them. Using his magic touch, Sunstreaker slowly ran his digits along her shoulders and down the length of her back before removing her bath towel and casually dropping it onto the floor. He then reached down and cupped Anwen's butt cheeks before giving them a playful pinch, causing her to emit an *Eep* of surprise. Lifting her up, he then sat her down atop the counter before trailing his glossa across her breasts:
{So soft..}
"Mmm, Sunstreaker..," she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist while raking her nails along his backplates, causing him to nip her collar. This, of course, prompted her to emit another moan before she began to skillfully caress his helm-fins, earning her soft/wanton growl of lust and need from her golden mech.
{Sparklight..} He softly caressed her body and kissed her neck as she casually moved to his right fin and slowly began to lick the outer edge before gradually moving to the inner section.
Feeling his digits slowly trail up her spine, Anwen arched her back and gasped as he suddenly latched onto the right side of her neck and sank his dentas into her skin, ensuring that they'd leave a prominent mark. This action caused her lower region to pulse with wanton need, which (obviously) didn't go unnoticed by her sparkmate as his heightened senses allowed him to smell her rising pheromone levels. As a result, his own body reacted to hers by releasing his spike from his groin plating.
Hearing the faint shifting of metal, Anwen couldn't help but smile and ask, "Do you want to take this to the bedroom or stay here?"
"The bedroom would be more ideal," he answered with a soft groan as she traced her fingers down his chassis and tenderly brushed them along his spike. With that, Sunstreaker scooped her up and carried her out of the bathroom, to which he then gently set her down in front of her bed. {Bend over for me.}
Complying with his request, Anwen propped her upper half on the edge of the bed and emitted a moan when Sunstreaker inserted one of his digits into her wet slit, while his thumb found her sensitive nub and began to slowly rub circles over it. Meanwhile, his other servo was fondling her breasts as his glossa licked the back of her neck (after parting her hair aside), causing her to shiver with pleasure.
Upon inserting a second digit, the young ginger bucked into his servo as he continued to stretch her inner walls and teased her clit. This brought a smug smirk to the Autobots face as he enjoyed making her quiver with desire. Leaning next to her ear, he softly asked, "Are you ready, sparklight?"
Turning her head to look over at him with a knowing smile lining her freckled face, Anwen blushed and nodded, "Oui."
At her answer, Sunstreaker removed his digits from her opening and slowly inserted his fully-erect spike, which caused her to loudly moan at his sheer length and girth. Yes, she (obviously) knew what to expect, and yet, she didn't: Somehow, he always managed to surprise her and she admired that about him.
Placing his servos on her hips, he then slowly began to thrust while she matched his rhythmic pace and moaned with each penetration to her core. Said moans and mewls were music to the frontliner's audio receptors, for her voice was a symphony and he was the conductor.
XXXXX
After nearly half an hour, both sparkmates vigorously increased their speed and volume, prompting Anwen to loudly moan as he licked her neck while savoring the salty-sweet taste of her sweat as it lightly coated her freckled skin.
{Oh, Sunstreaker! Oh mon Dieu! Oui!}
A smug smirk lined the Autobots face as he lovingly continued to 'rear end' her from behind, to which he slammed into her core and emitted a gasp as his frame began to overheat, signaling his impending release. {Almost there, sparklight. Oh Primus..Anwen..}
{Sunstreaker...Mon artiste en or (My golden artist)..Oh oui! Oui!} Unable to hold back any further, both came simultaneously, leaving Anwen trembling beneath her golden mech as he filled her with his essence.
Upon removing his spike from her chalice, Sunstreaker laid beside her on the bed as his cooling fans kicked on. "You're so beautiful."
"Hmm, even though I'm sweaty," she panted as he tenderly brushed a stray curl from her face and caressed her cheek.
"Indeed." Leaning in, he closed the gap and deeply kissed her while she slid closer to his frame and pressed her naked breasts against his chassis. "I love you, my sparklight."
"And I love you, mon artiste en or (my golden artist)," she smiled and slid a hand underneath his plating, to which she lovingly caressed the smooth casing that contained a replica of his spark. Sure, it wasn't the 'real' thing, but it was as close as she could get to it at this time. Not wanting to exclude her silver skater, Anwen reached out to Sideswipe through the sparkbond and flooded him with waves of affection, love and passion, which he immediately reciprocated. Although he wasn't physically present, she felt him embrace her through their shared bond and blushed when he mentioned that he had felt everything she and Sunny felt during their copulation. 'Cheeky mech.'
(Another Authors Note: Sooo, I hope it was worth the wait because I had fun writing this for all of you (and myself, of course :D). Now, I originally wanted Sunstreaker to join Anwen in the shower, but I just couldn't see him being able to do so while using his small-scale bipedal holoform, so I just improvised. Don't worry, they'll have a sexy shower scene in due time. Also, you may be wondering why she hasn't heard anything from Liam or Maggie in regards to their engagement; well, why would she? It's Valentine's Day (in the story timeline) and like her, they too are busy being intimate. Plus, they know better than to call at this time, considering that she has not one, but two very horny mechs who would not appreciate the sudden interruption. I mean, that would just be rude LOL. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter and if you'd like, feel free to leave a review as I enjoy reading your inspiring and kind comments. Thanks again for all of your continued patience and support :).)