[Frag it, frag it all. Rhombus is a huge mech so going at him with a hungry kiss is definitely not a good idea, considering what happens when Sieve participates in hungry kisses. Sieve never was good at turning down bad ideas, and she's not stopping now. The racer practically demands that Rhombus sit down in front of her so that she can reach his damned faceplate, and-- is he pouting?
He's definitely pouting. As if she didn't have enough of a thing for lower lipplates like his, it felt like he was going through this simply by being difficult, and it infuriated her. Luckily for her, she also has a thing for bots that irritated her. She shoots forward with enough force to make him falter and fall back on his aft, wresting a kiss from that insufferable pout. Her engine snarls in her chassis as she grabs his helm and deepens the kiss, almost tempted to force him away for being such a stubborn killjoy. She makes sure to bite his lower lipplate with more ferocity than she usually would, muffling his growl with a loud pulse from her engine and sealing their intakes together. To the pit with the behemoth's attitude; she was needy, damn it, and she knew she wasn't going to get anywhere with this bot, so she'd might as well show him how infuriating he was.]