More To Him Than Meets The Eye (Part 1)
Summary: You’re on a date with a guy who you’ve been dating for quite a while and who you want to be serious about but he’s acting a bit suspicious. You decide to confront him about it and he admits that there’s more to him than meets the eye. You both share a sweet confession, but does that put an end to the suspicion?
Pairing: Holoform!TFP Optimus Prime x human!reader
Rating: +18 (Light smut)
Words: 2760
A/N: So I’ve had this headcanon of TFP Optimus Prime’s Holoform appearance looking similarly to Godfrey Gao for several months, but I just hadn’t sat down to write anything about it until now. I know this is a bit long and drawn out but I’m really excited to continue this TF fanfic in the future! I hope that you all enjoy it!
“Pardon me… Would you like me to pour you another glass of wine?”, the waiter interrupted - already reaching for the tall dark bottle alongside the end of the table.
Your eyes floated towards your near empty glass and then to the bottle, “Oh… yes, please…”
You lifted your glass from the side of your plate - sipping the last drop from it and then bringing it towards the waiter. With poise, he carefully tipped the bottle selected by your date for the two of you over his arm - pouring the garnet liquid into your glass.
“Thank you…”, you whispered as you nodded and watched the waiter set the bottle back down before smiling and departing from your table.
You examined over the wine bottle once more, still admiring in a bit of awe at its rather pricey existence - then brought the glass back to you. You swiveled your hand slowly and rhythmically, watching the liquid swirl around while thinking about its decadence. L’Ermita Velles Vinyes. It was a vintage selection from 1995 and coupled exquisitely with the savory and flavorsome dinner that you were currently enjoying, but that only made you consider its expensiveness further so.
“Are you pleased with the night so far?”, a soft and warming voice inquired next to you, breaking your thoughts.
“I… suppose so…”, you faintly respond as you bring the glass to your lips, sipping the wine again and beginning to divert your attention again.
Suddenly as you lower your glass, a firm hand caresses your jaw and pulls you in. Though you’ve yet to fully swallow your wine, your lips are met with another’s in a soft and sensual kiss. The unexpected married tastes of both the sweetness in the wine and the saccharine of his lips draw you in and the kiss deepens slightly. There’s something carnal to your unified movements which causes you to instinctively close your eyes and inhale, breathing in the scent of his skin and cologne. His aroma is arousing, provoking your lips to part slowly on your exhale - unintentionally inviting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue slips over yours tenderly, lulling the wine between the both of you and then withdrawing to seal the passionate kiss and pull away.
Your eyes reopen, fluttering a bit as your mind regains focus on the refined and handsomely dressed man sitting next to you. His hand moves from your jawline, to your shoulder, and then the small of your back.
“Orion…”, you unknowingly mutter, still lingering on the thought of his taste.
“Forgive me, I couldn’t help myself… You’re especially gorgeous in this light…”, he spoke with a hushed low tone through his charming smirk of a smile before continuing, “You only suppose so…?”
Your gaze rivers over his strikingly attractive appearance as he looks back at you with his dark blue alluring eyes. He runs a hand through his short black hair, combing back the top longer layers and then patting down the gelled shorter cut sides. His face is rather angular and squared, framed by a subtle beard and mustache. His sharp but large nose turns up at you somewhat, raising one of his dark and full eyebrows as his patience piques for your response.
You sigh, then look around the glamorous restaurant, “Its… Everything is so extravagant…”
The place is dimly lit but you can easily make out the detailing in both the architecture and interior design. Each fine clothed rounded table has a lit candle beside a dainty slim vase’d rose placed in the center of it. Above them hang sparkling crystal chandeliers glowing with warming low light. Both the chairs and booths at the tables are lined with a deep sangria red and feel to be velvet beneath your touch. You notice the walls are a shining glossed shade of mahogany with abstract works of art framed here and there. To match, the floors are a polished dark marble that reflect each glimmering light that reaches it. Even the entrees in front of both of you are observantly lavish - roasted duck, mushroom sauce steak, buttery mashed potatoes, minced seasoned squash, and toasted garlic bread.
Your words stagger to explain, “I-… Not that I don’t appreciate it all but… It feels- well, to be completely honest… incredibly overwhelming…”
“Ah… I see…”, your date’s smirk begins to fade as he pulls his hand away from your side - adjusting his lustrous black suit.
“No, I just… I’ve never really been on a date like this… where most of everything is so expensive and so much is being spent on me…”, your tone becomes slightly concerned as you chuckle nervously a bit, “… I mean the wine alone was near $500.”
“[Y/N]… I only wanted to do something special for you…”, he begins, “Something more serious… like you-”
At any other time, you would’ve probably swooned from his romantic gestures and words but instead your stomach started to turn.
“Is… this what this is about? You did all this because of our conversation a couple weeks ago when I asked if you wanted us to become serious?”, you narrow your eyes and cock your head at him. He seems to trip over his words, breaking his composure as he responds, “Well- Yes-… I thought that this might-…”
You interject him again, feeling even more annoyed now, “That this is what I want from you…? That this establishes a serious relationship?” His confident outlook falters, turning visibly worrisome at your distress.
“Orion…”, your voice calms when you speak his name, “… When I said that I wanted a more exclusive relationship, I meant that I wanted us to become more intimate and involved with each other… Like perhaps spending time alone together… Dates where we’re not surrounded by the public, where we can be more open with each other… Perhaps even you visiting my apartment once in a while or me visiting yours… Not just having the usual casual conversations but discovering new things about each other and sharing our lives with each other…”
He lowers his head, scratching behind his neck and looking up at you, “[Y/N]… I-… I’m not sure what to say…”
“Or maybe even just… arriving to places together?”, your eyebrows turn up as your tone turns into a plea, “We’ve been on more than several dates for the past 5 months and I feel like its odd to mention, but we’ve never seen each other before or after a date… Like you never pick me up or take me home… I mean, you don’t have to drive me- I could drive us if you’d prefer… I thought that maybe you were just taking things slow at first, which I admired… But now I just-… I’d like to not feel like you’re meeting me in secret or something… Orion, I want to be a part of your life…”
He takes your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of your palm, “Oh, [Y/N]… We’ve discussed this before… My job doesn’t allow for much of a social life. Having a government occupation means I work consuming hours and can put others in danger… I-… I don’t want to bring you into all of that… I’m fine with the way things are now…”
Your mind recalls your past conversation about this and how after hearing him reject you, you swore that you accepted his sentiment and that you wouldn’t push further or even invest more of yourself in him. Though through all his charm, sincerity, and kindness - you found your strong feelings for him return. Your heart couldn’t stray away from him and hearing him reject you for the second time tore directly into you.
You withdrew your hand from his, fighting back the tears that began to well up in your eyes,”Orion… I have always been willing to fight through anything that the world throws at me, including the things that I’d have to go through to be with you… I can’t just sit here and act like my feelings for you are casual…”
“Orion, I love you…”, you confess your truth with a voice of clarity.
“…”, his eyes grow wide for an instant, but he remains speechless.
“But… I guess that doesn’t really matter anyway, does it…”, you continue before grabbing your bag and scooting out of the table booth.
You pause a moment before saying your goodbye, “Thank you for dinner, Orion… It was lovely… But I think its best for both of us if we stop seeing each other…”
Your fingers clutch onto your bag as you realize but accept the words you’ve just said. Your heels *clunck* against the hard floors as you walk away - refusing to look back and give him even the slightest chance to reel you in again.
‘I… I really thought he was… someone more…’
You think to yourself as you open the restaurant door, stepping out into the dark of the night - the establishment’s outer lights barely grazing your silhouette. Brushing the hair from your dejected face, you begin to walk out onto the sidewalk and down the street to dial your driver to pick you up.
About 15-20 minutes pass after you made your call and your driver has yet to reach you. Instead you hear footsteps approach you - the *clunck* of dress shoes.
“[Y/N]! Wait!”, a familiar voice calls out.
‘Please… no…’
Your heart drops once again and you hurriedly wipe the still falling tears from your cheeks. As you turn around you see your date, Orion, sprinting towards you with a paper bag in one hand.
“[Y/N]… I… I thought that you might want leftovers and maybe some dessert… I got your favorite…”, he says as he catches his breath, approaching you.
“Really? Do you really think you can win me over again, just like that… Like everything’s okay? Did you not understand what I said back at the restaurant?”, you voice sounds frantic over the loud atmosphere of passing cars.
“I-… No… I’m sorry, this isn’t what I came out here to say… “, he starts, “The truth is… I… I think I love you…. No-… I know I love you too… And I’ve been trying to protect you from me because of it… I don’t want you involved in any part of my life because its dangerous and I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt… Though, I see I’ve hurt you already…”
Your breathing heightens - your hands clenched in your crossed arms, “You… you what?”
He smiles genuinely, his eyes starting to well up in emotions themselves, “I love you [Y/N]… Probably since the first time I met you… I was just so afraid of getting closer to you… Or should I say afraid of you getting closer to me…”
You feel your legs start to instinctively move forward, stepping towards him until you’re in a full stride. You leap into his arms, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. He wraps his arms around you in return, holding onto you tightly and effortlessly lifting you off of the ground.
“I’ve wanted you to be a part of my life so badly, [Y/N]… I’m so sorry that I never said it sooner…”, his voice resonates through your body and perhaps even your soul as you melt into him.
A few moments pass, both of you drinking in the embrace before parting slightly to look at each other.
“Orion, I’m not sure if you know how much this means to me… I feel like I’ve waited forever for you to say that…”, you smile through tears of joy now.
“I’ll never make you wait again…”, he states as he gently wipes away the tears from your face.
He sets you down carefully, staring into your eyes but not letting go of you, “Let me take you home tonight…”
At this point, you’re completely flushed in the face and practically jelly within his grip, “Please do…”
Orion takes your hand once more and the two of you then walk together to the parking lot across the street where Orion had parked his car - which happened to be a midnight blue Genesis. You had never took a long glance at his vehicle before but after the costly date that you just had, you’re not at all surprised by his luxurious taste.
“After you…”, he says as he steps in front of you to open the passenger door for you.
“Why thank you, Orion…”, your tone is much more lighthearted now.
He closes the door after you enter the car and watch him walk around the front to enter the driver’s side door. He looks at you for a moment once he sits in the driver’s seat before closing the door after himself and placing the bag of leftovers in the back seat.
“I’m rather sure that I know how to get to your neighborhood and you can just direct me to your place from there-…”, he deciphers before you lean over and steal a kiss.
“Mh…”, you smile against his lips in appreciation of him.
When you both part, he looks into your eyes… then down at your lips. He pauses before closing the space between the two of you again. His kiss is deep and passionate this time - and the seclusion of the car causes arousal to stir in you once more.
Orion caresses your neck and jawline with both of his hands as he is enveloped in your affection. His grip is firm, yet somehow gentle at the same time - being weary of your comfort. Your breathing then hitches in your throat as his lips glide off of yours and move to your jaw, down your neck. His hands also follow, lowering down your shoulders and then to your waist.
The feel of his lips are soft but his kisses become more rough as he goes on - his tongue lapping over your skin each time. It sends a shockwave through your body over and over, until your face becomes flushed red again and you start to bite on your own lip in delectation. The sensation causes you to squeak and whimper which only encourages him to go on. It’s almost too much for you to handle as you’ve never reached this far with him. He had always kept his distance from you but you constantly thought about how his touch would feel - dreaming of it even at times.
“O-Orion…”, you gave a heavy moan of pleasure in his ear.
Without a conscious thought, you slid your hand up his thigh, half reaching for his belt and half reaching for the noticeable growing bulge in his pants.
“Orion!”, both your voice and touch are desperate for him.
“F-Fuck…”, there’s a low and hushed growl that comes from Orion’s throat.
At the same time, the car’s engine revs - breaking the moment between you two are you’re both startled from its sudden brashness.
“Ah!”, you yelp in surprise.
“Sorry! Sorry! … I uh… must’ve stepped on the gas pedal on accident… I um… wasn’t expecting that…” he apologizes as he moves away from you - nervously smiling a bit and wiping his mouth.
“I didn’t even notice that the car was on…”, you partially admit in your confused state.
“I’m pretty sure I probably turned it on… It’s uh… a push-to-start…”, he anxiously answers.
“Oh…”, you recline back into your seat.
“I-”
“I-…”
You both begin to speak before interrupting one another and falling short of your sentence. You share a soft laugh together before you decide to continue.
“I… I sort of feel embarrassed, almost… I don’t know why, I feel like I’m a teenager again…”, you giggle.
“[Y/N], I’m very glad that I get to witness your laugh again…”, he says through his smile, “Now let’s get you home…”
You place your hand over his on the clutch of the car as he starts to back out of the parking spot and drive off.
“Orion…”, you airily whisper.
“Yes…?”, he answers.
“I love you…”, you smile at him again.
“I love you too…”, he slides his hand from under yours on the clutch and places his on top instead, rubbing your hand with his thumb.
“Does this mean you’ll tell me more about your work life now…?”, you jest.
His voice gets leery, “Ah… Well…”
“Orion!”, you pout.
“We’ll see! We’ll see! I don’t want to hide anything else from you but there’s information that’s… sensitive… ”, he reassures you as his glance glares around his car’s dashboard.
“O-kay….”, you cease your pouting and hum happily the rest of the drive home.
