[Tease] — Teasing and left hanging. [@spilled-energon]
It was a serene evening. Another one of those back-and-forth late nights where Soundwave combs over his slender digits on a shoulder plate, trailing along the charge cable on Shockwave's bearing arm. Seldom did he respond with anything other than a twitch of his antennae or a flicker of his dorsal wings, let it be known it was appreciated.
He didn't respond in kind, outside the fanning of his field blanketing the two of them into a secure bind, interlinking their fields into one. It was the best he could do with his limited capabilities.
At some point, a stray cable draws along the indents of his spinal strut, enticing several stray sparks down the length of it; wings shivering in response. Though, somewhere along the way, he felt those prongs slip along the deep-purple biolights sketched into sensitive protometal. Caressing, if he had to place a description to it, from the shape of his chassis down towards a hip.
All of him tightened in anticipation —— only for it to slip away. For ' it ' to walk away so innocently without any consideration.
Somewhere all that formidable patience vanished and in its place left an indignant Shockwave. " Where do you think you're going? " he demanded in both tone and gesture, a wide palm capturing the svelte waist and anchoring that mech back before he had a chance to escape.
" Do you really think this is fair? "
