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The blue racer's optics narrowed as his smirk widened, stepping closer to the other mech and leaning over him. He let his field slip around Bee just a tough, the slight graze that it gave being almost searing with what had him wound up.
"Oh, really now? Well, if you're so confident, then tell me. Have you ever tried to see how many rounds you can go in the berthroom before you fall unconscious?" His voice, while still relatively fast, had lowered to just above a whisper.
While the smirk that Blurr had wasn't what started his sudden slip in confidence, it sure aided in it in the way the other mech got closer and leaned over him. His vents hitched when he felt his field for a moment and... Primus... It was all that Bumblebee could do not to have his engine rev from that.
Granted, that valiant effort was wasted when Blurr whispered to him, cheeks flushing with heat immediately as a rev suddenly tore from him. He would normally be insanely embarrassed by that, but his processor couldn't focus on that at the moment..
He stared at Blurr for a moment before clearing his intake, trying so hard to pick his confidence back up, "Well, m-maybe not that..! But I wouldn't turn down a challenge like that... If you think you could keep up..."
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"Thanks for noticing!"
Even if Bumblebee wasn't looking, the silver and blue speedster pointed some digit guns at the scout before looking around their immediate area again. He was already growing bored of just walking through this kind of terrain.. A bored Mirage was bad news.
"So, uh.. How much further again?" He picked up his pace just enough to be a little closer to the other mech before peering around him to get a glimpse at his face.
He gave a soft, slightly glitched hum in response as he focused on his internal GPS. Bee stood still as he recalibrated and reentered the information again, and again... Several times over within a few minutes. This... This wasn't right. His doorwings fluttered in slight frustration as he glanced around at their surroundings.
At the question, he glanced back at Mirage — well, he would have if Mirage hadn't already taken the liberty of bringing himself around into his field of view. The closeness didn't seem to bother Bumblebee as he considered him for a moment before his radio crackled.
"Gotta say... Ain't lookin' good... Buddy."
His helm slightly tilted at the shock of his request. His thumb shifted to brush over Blue Cop's mask as if he was touching lips.
"S'waht I said, bluebell. So, how 'bout it? Ye give me a little kiss an I let the peace of tonight continue."
His vents hitched as he felt Black Hook's thumb brush over his faceplate, his core spinning faster at the soft touch. It took a moment for him to respond, both calming himself as well as thinking more seriously about the pirate's proposal...
If.. If he wanted the peace to be kept...
He sighed softly, looking back up at him, "If that is what it'll take.. I'll give you a kiss."
Among the Waves by Ivan Aivazovsky
That reaction had Jetstorm's smirk widening even further as he snickered in amusement. The flier adjusted his frame, just a few inches away from laying on top of the minibot as his forearm was rested against the ground near Bee's helm to keep him up.
"Doubting that." His words were nearly a purr as he continued to squish at Bee's cheeks, optics squinting behind his visor.
"Proves it."
It was taking everything in him to keep his composure the closer that Jetstorm got. His cheeks darkened while his processer spun faster to find some way to either make a really good comeback or find a way to actually get the upper hand. It wasn't helping that the rapidly closing distance between them had his spark beating faster than he could remember it doing any time before...
The second the jet had told him to prove it, he got an idea. He wasn't sure just how well it would work, but it was better to try than anything else, right?
Bee forced himself to relax, closing his optics and breathing like Prowl had taught him before before looking up at him with them half-shuttered. One of his legs spread to the side a little, pressing against Jetstorm's - the same side as his arm pressed against the ground. He leaned up as if to close the distance between them... then threw all his weight up against him into a roll; his leg pushing both out against Jetstorm's and up against the ground while trying to break his servos free.
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"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"
( ✧ ― @dragvnsovl || continued from ― ✧ )
She wasn't entirely sure what had come over her when she decided to compare their servos, but at the same time, that wasn't entirely anything new for her. There had just been something about the way Skids' servo had looked while holding his datapad that had her curiosity bubbling over when she had looked down at her own servo holding her wrench.
A soft hum left her as she studied the differences once she had their palms lined up; how her digits were pointed and his blunt, the differences in where small marks and scars laid in the plating and how many there were. Her helm tilted slightly as she continued observing them, though was pulled out of her thoughts when he shifted his just a little — enough to slip his digits between her own and curl them into a hold.
"I was in the middle of something, you know." Nautica laughed lightly, rolling her optics but curling her own digits to return the hold, "Couldn't have waited even a few kliks more before moving?"
He did feel a bit bad about interrupting whatever it had been Drift was doing, but he didn’t have the energy to think about it too much. He wasn’t tired enough to recharge, but he didn’t want his processor too active so being able to zone out while watching movies sounded like the perfect solution.
» Caught a virus a few days ago. It’s still around, but I think it is easing up a little. Has me feeling like total slag, though. «
He curled up tighter under the thick blankets, lightly shivering as he tried to warm up. At least he wasn’t catching fire again.
» I had a feeling you'd caught something, but didn't think it'd end up anything more than a one day cold. «
Finally getting to Swerve's, he made sure to get a few snacks that he didn't have in his personal stash that he knew his friend would enjoy and would be easy on the tanks. Next stop, the medbay; he was certain that Ratchet would have something he could give Rodimus, and maybe even double check if the teas he selected would be a good choice.
Just because they were some of Rodimus' favorite, didn't exactly mean they were good for him while he was sick.
Why should that matter? Give them to him anyway! He'll be fine!
» I'll be on my way with a few things that should help you get through it without too much issue. Was there anything else specific you wanted? «
Late to posting this, but I drew a TFA piece for a friend's zine! :)
The scout's frame slightly jolted when he felt those servos on his hips, his ventilation audibly hitching. He had to fight back a shiver with the other mech's voice right next to his audial.
He wanted to turn away again, but there was only so far he could turn before he wound up right back where he started and facing Swindle again. Being unable to escape now, he just closed his optics and tried to ignore how his spark was beginning to pulse a touch faster.
"Kn-Knowing you, they're all probably vulgar.." While his tone indicated annoyance, there was no hiding the slight twitches of interest from Bee's doorwings.
This just kept getting better and better! His smirk widened as he watched Bumblebee carefully, optics slightly narrowing as he took in every shift and change in the scout's expression that he could see, and there really was no way that he wasn't able to notice the way that his doorwings twitched with interest. He'd been hassling and fighting with the autobot for long enough now, he knew his tells like the back of his servo.
He chuckled and leaned closer to let his derma brush ever so lightly against Bee's jaw, pulling him just a little closer to himself so that there was even less room between their frames but not quite flush.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Does show just where your processor is if somethin' naughty was the first thing to come to mind, huh?"
“Don’t make a fool of yourself with baseless assumptions. Or do, I could use some entertainment.” His arms folded over his chassis as he tapped his claws against his upper arm. “It’s only because I don’t care to keep my face straight at this moment, that’s all.”
Normally, the 'Con's attitude would just sour his mood, but there was something about today that it just had him giddy. It was probably the fact that he was able to actually get in the cracks and prod at him for an entertaining reaction that may or may not be a good idea. But, how often did he really have good ideas that didn't have some slight potential for putting himself in harms way?
"Oh please, I think I know your tells pretty well at this point Screamer. And if your face isn't straight, then that can only mean you're pouting! Otherwise, what else would you be doing?"
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They looked at Blue Cop, taking his words into careful consideration. For one thing they had no real reason to believe there was an ulterior motive to this. If anything what time they’d spent alongside him had proven he had the makings of chivalry within him. They way they got to this point in the first place, on the other hand…
(✈️) - ❝ …Very well. That established, thou'rt here to speak business, yes? ❞
They said it very deliberately. It seemed that, at least for now, true friendship wasn’t of interest to Sky Gallop. An alliance wasn’t too bad a place to start though!
(✈️) - ❝ Mine offerings are simple. Thou wishest to travel, this knight will take thee there. My price- ❞ They paused, mostly for dramatic effect, ❝ There must be something interesting to see. ❞
This on its surface seemed to be simple enough. But then it begs the question, what exactly would a metal cardbot like Sky Gallop find interesting?
For a moment, Blue Cop remained standing straight and proper as Sky Gallop considered him and thought on what he was saying. Though, once they finally spoke again, he relaxed a little more and his servos came up to rest on his hips where he generally felt a little more comfortable placing them.
It wasn't hard for him to pick up on their tone as the spoke, making a note of it to himself. While he would really enjoy becoming friends, he wasn't going to outright push it if it wasn't something the other was interested in.
He nodded along as Sky Gallop spoke, though he paused and tilted his helm a little, curious about their price. He couldn't exactly say that he'd heard of such a payment process before, but at the same time, it wasn't one that he would turn down. In fact, he'd love to show the carrier interesting locations on Earth!
"That seems a fair price, though I am curious as to what you would consider interesting enough to accept."
He was so grateful that Blue Cop was humoring his actions, especially because he felt particularly pathetic since he was being taken down by a little bit of pain, some emotions, and fatigue. This was particularly embarrassing. However, when he felt Blue Cop's warm servo putting gentle pressure on his lower belly, he felt like he might melt. He groaned and turned to bury his helm in Blue Cop's stomach as he could feel his body physically relax.
The feeling of the warm pressure and the gentle petting of his helm were lulling him into a comfortable relaxation. His guard was down, for sure, and he just felt so good. The heat was absolutely helping, almost to the point that he didn't even answer Blue Cop. But he pulled together a few words. "No. It should abate soon enough. It just... Caught me off guard."
When seeing and feeling Wild Guardy relaxed into his lap, he couldn't help but laugh softly as he buried his helm against his stomach. His servo continued its movement over his lower abdomen, slow and steady with a little additional pressure for a more massage feel against the sensitive plating there. His other servo had come up to lightly rest on Wild Guardy's helm as it rested against him, giving gentle strokes down the side of it and sometimes pausing to brush his thumb over the center crest.
He hummed softly, mentally thinking that going to Mega Ambler would probably be the best idea for him. However, with the thought that it should abate soon, he didn't speak up about it just yet. "Mmm... if you say so, Wild Guardy. If you do need to speak with him, I'll gladly call for him for you." While he was sure that the knight in his lap would be responsible of himself enough to ask for assistance, he wanted to provide the option just on the off chance that it'll prove to be useful or helpful.
"Is that right?" The kiss to his helm had him blushing before he rested his forehelm against Swindle's jaw. "And how do you propose we make it comfier?"
He had a few ideas of his own, but he was curious as to what the other mech had in mind. He then pressed a soft kiss to the spot he had nudged his forehelm against just before, letting his derma linger as his doorwings fluttered where they were tucked between them.
Another light chuckle left him at Bumblebee's question, his engine starting a soft rumble as the autobot rested his forehelm against his jaw. His arms tightened just a little more around him as he gave his idea an additional few moments of thought, mostly just to keep Bee a little more on the edge of wondering what he was thinking. The grin on his derma widened with the press of derma right where the other had pressed his forehelm, "Mmm.. maybe a laydown beneath one-a the trees a lil further into the forest? A cozy few kliks of just layin' 'round before we get started on that Thundernog."
