Log dump: Easter eggs, Annabelle is spoiled by her robot aunt and uncles, and....distractions!
Longarm: ::...Ironhide?::
Ironhide: ::Hey, Longarm.::
Longarm: ::...Hello. Um...You said you would show me...? About the...eggs I found?::
Longarm: ::...That they are...'harmless'. They don't contain...bad things?:: D:
Ironhide: ::Oh yeah. M'at my quarters, door's open.::
Longarm: ::...Alright. I will...be right there.:: *And he is indeed on his way, rolling down the hall at a rather fast pace. There are EGGS in his compartments, and they may or may not /hatch/! D: *
Ironhide: -door is indeed open, and he's sitting at the desk, tinkering with a gun-
Longarm: *Drives right on into the room, which should be a bit of a sign on how disturbed he is at the moment, tires ever so slightly squealing as he hits the breaks*
Ironhide: ....Longarm, you alright? -sets the gun to the side, frowning slightly-
Longarm: *Transforms fairly quickly, optics somewhat wide, towing arm making short, jerky little twitches* ....Yes? No? I am...not sure...
Ironhide: Kid, the Fallen was lying to you. Let me see one of the eggs. -holds out a hand-
Longarm: *Blinks and nods slowly, opening one of the storage compartments in his arm...and out tumbles a whole MESS of eggs, far more then should actually fit (Longarm discovered sub-space!) spilling out into Ironhide's hands before he closes the compartment again* ...I found...many of them. *simply*
Ironhide: ....yes you did. -eyes the mass of eggs and picks one at random, one that happens to be closer to human-sized, and carefully opens it-
Ironhide: See? -shows him the energon goodie inside, running a scan on it and projecting the results so he can see- Just energon.
Longarm: *Stares at the scans, carefully reaching for the goodie* Then...he was just...making things up? *Eyes the goodie closely, holding it between two fingers*
Ironhide: Yeah. Don't trust that mech. -opens up another one and eats it himself to show that it's harmless-
Longarm: Very well. *Nods and pops the tiny treat into his mouth - it smells pleasant enough, at least - and hums, grinning a bit at the taste* These are...very good.
Ironhide: -nods- Haven't had one in vorns. Wonder who put the eggs everywhere?
Longarm: I do not know. They were just.../there/ when I awoke from recharge. *Nabs another egg and pops it open, snacking on the goodie*
Ironhide: -grabs another himself- And they were all over the base?
Longarm: Yes. *Grabs one of the really tiny ones, one not made of plastic but rather solid 'candy', squishing it between his fingers curiously. Tasty gooey energon inside, candy-coated shell outside!*
Ironhide: Huh. I didn't notice any of them.
Longarm: *pops the mushed egg-goodie into his mouth* Perhaps I...found them all? *He was supposed to do that, right?*
Ironhide: Might have. -eats another one, grinning slightly- I missed these.
Longarm: Missed? These eggs are...common place, then? *Pops open another one, wondering if Landmine would like to try some if they are so good*
Ironhide: What's in them, yeah.
Longarm: Oh. *Nibbles on another one, fuel tanks pleasently filled up by the snacking* ...Thank you. For...telling me the truth.
Ironhide: I don't let anyone mess with my students. -bluntly, and eats another-
Longarm: *Makes a simple yet pleased mechanical buzz-hum sound* Would you...like these? *points to the mess of eggs in Ironhide's hand* I still have...many more.
Ironhide: ....sure. Thanks, kid.
Longarm: You are welcome. *Face plates twitch, grinning* I think...I will give some to Landmine, too, the next time I see him.
Ironhide: He'll like 'em. -nods, setting the eggs in his hand on the desk-
Longarm: ...Good. When is the next time we...practice?
Ironhide: Tomorrow, 1500. Bring your gun. -grins, knowing Longarm prefers shooting-
Longarm: *Grins back, as he does indeed perfer shooting!* Alright. I will be there.
Ironhide: -pats him on the shoulder- Anything else you wanna talk about?
Longarm: *Engine gives a happy rumble at the pat, wheels spinning lazily* I think...that was everything?
Ironhide: See ya tomorrow, then. -smiles-
Longarm: Alright. Thank you ...again. *Chirps quietly and heads for the door, transforming and rolling off once outside*
Starscream: *The day after the party, considerately in the afternoon, Sarah Lennox's phone rings!*
Sarah: ....ohgod, don't be mom again... -sighs, digging her phone out of her pocket and checking to see who it is-
Starscream: *If Sarah has programmed her phone with the comm numbers of various mechs, it reads 'Starscream.' To many mechs, worse than Sarah's mom.*
Sarah: Oh! -smiles and answers it- Hi Starscream!
Sarah: -they have obviously not met Sarah's mom-
Starscream: Sarah. How are you and your family today? Skyfire says Annabelle's party went fine? Not much property damage?
Sarah: Oh, we're fine! No damage at all; I'm actually kind of surprised.
Starscream: Primus, so am I! That's good, at least. Are you occupied, or can I bring Skyfire and Annabelle's present over?
Sarah: You can come over! She just woke up from a nap, good timing! -happy tone-
Starscream: Ha! Slag, I'm good. We'll be over in a few kliks, then. *happy Starscream has not run out of happy today!*
Sarah: Okay! I'll see you then! -hangs up and bustles about the room, picking up the blocks that somehow got everywhere-
Skyfire: *Heads on over, following after Starscream with a grin, Annabelle's present carefully clasped in a massive hand*
Starscream: *trots on in front of Skyfire, wings held up in a rather good mood*
Sarah: Annabelle, how'd you get blocks /all the way over here/? -shakes her head, smiling at the baby nomming on a teddy bear on the blankets piled on the floor-
Skyfire: *Walks on over to the door once they arrive, knocking* ...Sarah? It's us.
Sarah: Come in, door's open! -still finding and picking up blocks-
Starscream: *Enter one Seeker and his shuttle, then! Bearing gifts, no less.*
Sarah: -room is somehow big enough for both of them! :D-
Skyfire: *Nods down at Sarah with a smile, wings lowering so he can fit more comfortably into the room* Sarah. Annabelle. It is good to see you again.
Anna: -blinks up at him, teddy bear gripped in one hand and in her mouth, and a plushie that looks a /lot/ like Ironhide gripped in the other hand, as if she can't choose between them-
Starscream: *Starscream does not quite flop down onto his chest, because that might startle the baby, but just about.* How have you been? ...and what... is... ...is that...?
Starscream: *He has seen the plushie.*
Sarah: -giggles, following his gaze- That...was a present from Santa.
Skyfire: *Skyfire slowly eases himself down as well, sitting a bit more properly then Starscream, eyeing the plushie with a amused snort* Santa makes...interesting toys. *grins*
Starscream: *This is the sound of Starscream trying and failing to stifle a snicker at Ironhide's expense.* It's adorable. Looks /just/ like him. I hope you've been well?
Sarah: -smiles, finding one last block and putting it with the others- Mmhmm! Will actually came back last night; I /knew/ he wouldn't miss his little girl's birthday.
Skyfire: Yes, I met him briefly. I hope you learned where he vanished too. You were worried over him. *Frowns a bit - Will does not seem like a very resposible mate and creator lately, though it's hardly his business to judge :/ *
Sarah: He was called away for classified things...I /hate/ it when they make him just /leave/ with no warning. -pouts slightly-
Anna: - drops the teddy bear and starts crawling towards Skyfire, burbling happily-
Starscream: Do you want me to hack into their systems and find out where he's sent? *Starscream is being helpful!* I doubt it'd be hard...
Sarah: No, no, I figure if he can't tell me, there's a reason...
Skyfire: *Grins and freezes, watching Annabelle's movements towards him, holo popping into existance down by his own foot* Hello there, Annabelle. *Grins widely for her, squatting down to her level*
Anna: -reaches towards the holo, not relinquishing her grip on the plushie-
Starscream: You sure? It wouldn't be any trouble... *Oh, Annabelle terrorizing Skyfire is almost as good as playing with Annabelle himself.*
Sarah: It's fine, but thank you for the thought!
Skyfire: *Beams, opening his hands for her* Hello there, Annabelle. Are you going to speak for us like you did last night? *Yeah, that's a coo at the baby*
Starscream: Oh, slag, she /spoke/ last night and I /missed/ it?
Skyfire: Mhmmm... Told you to come with me, love.
Starscream: Yeah, well...
Sarah: -grins- She said dada! Will was soooo happy. -and from her back pocket, the chorus of 'Separate Ways' starts playing- .......excuse me for a moment.
Anna: -burbles again, blinking up at Skyfire's holo-
Starscream: Sure. *cocks his head to the side*
Sarah: -dammit, it's mom :( ; answers it- Hi, mom. -slightly exasperated tone-
Skyfire: Hi there... *grins widely down at Annabelle, scooping her up carefully while his real body gives Starscream a look - well, get down there. You know you want to see her too!*
Starscream: *Oh, fine. Yes. Holo pops into life near Skyfire's and Annabelle, but this is Starscream. He's listening in to the conversation, too.*
Anna: absolutely refuses to let go of that Ironhide plushie, giggling and reaching out with her other hand to grab at his nose-
Sarah: Yes, Will came back last night. -pause- No, mama, he got called away for military stuff.....mama, don't start this today, I have friends over. -sighs, facepalming-
Starscream: *liiiiiiiistens. Not only listens, but amps his audios so as to hear both halves of the conversation*
Skyfire: *Is TRYING to be polite and not listen as well but, well... His audios don't turn down that low... or something. Meanwhile, his holo wiggles his nose and face, trapped by sticky baby hands! Yet he still grins* Ah, got me!
Sarah: Anna, honey, behave; no nose grabbing. -and back to the phone, where mother is demanding who these friends are- ...two of my...friends from /out of town/. -pause- ....../yes/, I trust them with her.
Starscream: *through sheer force of effort, restrains himself from making a teakettle noise in his real body - he /is/ perfectly trustworthy with Annabelle, slaggit*
Sarah: -sighs- ...they're both busy playing with the baby. -pause- Mama, no, that's really not...dammit. -covers the mouthpiece with her hand- ....she wants to speak to you.
Starscream: *That isn't a terribly /nice/ smile, but it's a smile!* Sure. Half a klik while I hack the line...
Skyfire: ...Pardon? *both holo and mech blink at Sarah, though the holo still has a baby attached to his face* Why would your crea- er, /mother/, want to speak with /us/?
Sarah: -sighs again- She wants to know who's playing with her granddaughter.
Sarah: And yes, she knows about you. -uncovers the mouthpiece- Just a moment, mama.
Skyfire: Hmm. SO I suppose it would be best to leave out the 'giant robot' par- well. Nevermind then. *mildly stunned blink*
Starscream: Oh, even better! *brightly*
Anna: -burbles, drooling down her chin, and grabs at his nose again, waving her plushie around-
Starscream: *and with a little buzzing sound over the phone, the poor phoneline is hacked.* Starscream speaking.
Skyfire: Yes, 'hat is my 'ose. Clever spark- child. *Eyes Starscream, /daring/ him to laugh as he wiggles his face in Annabelle's grasp. He is also purposefully listening in on the conversation, now*
Starscream: *is making all sorts of amused faces, but not actually laughing? /Yet./*
Sarah: "....you're one of those aliens, aren't you? You're being careful with my little darling? -suspicious voice-"
Sarah: ... -sigh-
Sarah: If I didn't trust them with her, I wouldn't let them near her, mama. -___-
Starscream: "Yeah, we're 'some of those aliens.' You should trust your daughter's judgment more, seeing as she's met us and you haven't." *Starscream is having too much fun here.*
Sarah: "I saw the pictures of that city! I know what you're capable of! And if you're plotting to hurt my babies, I'll make the government release that supervirus they have locked away!"
Sarah: ....did you get that from a tabloid? -__-
Skyfire: *Groans inwardly, even as he bounces the baby lightly - this isn't going to end well.*
Sarah: "Sarah, those have /important information/ in them that /they/ try to keep hidden from us!"
Starscream: "Yeah, they already did that. The supervirus, anyway, though your government proper wasn't behind it. It was one of the least intelligent strategies I've ever seen, considering who they targeted."
Starscream: *Starscream is having /so much fun./ Sorry, Sarah.*
Sarah: ".......ohmygod. SARAH. I /told/ you they had that supervirus! You didn't believe me!"
Starscream: "Yeah, we call him Nemesis. He's not very impressive."
Skyfire: ::...Starscream, please don't goad Sarah's creator. It's not polite.:: *His mech form groans, his holo giving Annabelle a little bounce and a playful tickle.*
Sarah: -longsuffering sigh- Okay, you were right, I was wrong. This doesn't mean everything else in the tabloids is true...
Starscream: ::Yeah, but it's kinda fun.::
Sarah: ".....well, they must have just released the early version, then. But so help me, if I find out any of you did something bad to my girls...."
Sarah: -_____-
Anna: -squirms a bit, dropping the Ironhide plushie, and grabs at his nose with both hands-
Starscream: "You've got my personal guarantee that if anything so much as touches either of them, that thing will meet a quick and agonizing death, how's that?"
Skyfire: ::...For you, I'm sure it is, love.:: *'Oofs' as his nose is grabbed by both hands - he wasn't aware his holo had such a large target in the middle of its face. :/*
Skyfire: *hacks the line as well, for the heck of it* "We most certainly are not going to do anything to harm Sarah or Annabelle. They are allied to us, as well as our friends. They have our protection."
Sarah: "...you...you'll /kil/- David, what? -pause- Oh, alright, fine. Sarah, your father wants to talk to you. You be careful, now. Don't fall for their tricks."
Sarah: -rolls her eyes- Yes, mama.
Starscream: "Isn't that supposed to be reassuring? /I/ think it is, anyway..."
Sarah: "-a male voice cuts in- Hey honey. She didn't harass you too much, did she? -weary tone-"
Sarah: .......new tabloid came out today? -flatly-
Sarah: "...yeah. I just wanted to hear your voice, and I hope everything is alright?"
Skyfire: *A voice of reason - /this/ must be the source of the dominant half of Sarah's genetics! Fascinating!*
Sarah: Everything's fine, daddy. Two of my friends are over to visit Annabelle and I, can you maybe call back tomorrow?
Starscream: *settles back down and waits, smugly. He thinks that went well.*
Sarah: "Alright. I'll call you tomorrow. Give Anna a hug for me, and I love you both."
Skyfire: *turns his attention back to the baby, tugging her back away from his nose gently, hoping she might at least get her fingers out of his nostrils, as it is rather uncomfortable*
Sarah: Love you too, daddy.
Anna: -giggles, baby drool going down her chin-
Sarah: -click! goes phone-
Sarah: Ohmygod. I'm sorry about that... -___-;
Skyfire: 'Hats quite al'ight. 'Hey are your creat'rs. *Yeah, those fingers are still there.*
Starscream: Sorry about what? /I/ liked her.
Sarah: ...Anna! -plucks her out of Skyfire's arms and grabs a towel, cleaning off her face-
Skyfire: *fingers are yoinked free at last!* ..ow.
Sarah: -fusses over her, leaning down and picking up the Ironhide plushie that had been dropped- It's not nice to grab at people's noses.
Starscream: Skyfire, you /can/ detach her, really. */amusement/ at his poor partner's suffering* Maybe I should be the only one who gets to hold her. Yeah. That sounds good.
Sarah: You want to hold her? -bounces her a bit-
Skyfire: *holo nose wiggle* ...I do perfectly fine holding her. *frown* I just don't want to pull too hard. She's still very...tiny.
Starscream: Sure, I'll take her. *offers arms, with an arch look to Skyfire*
Sarah: -hands her over, smiling, then looks at the drool-covered towel in her hand- ....I can't wait for her to get out of the messy stage.
Skyfire: That is when she begins to have more control over her own motor functions, yes? *Gives Starscream a sidelong look back, crossing his arms*
Sarah: -nods, setting the plushie next to the teddy bear, and drops the towel into a hamper-
Skyfire: So, since you are off the phone with your parents... would you like Annabelle's gifts now? *Still eyeing Starscream, yes, smug little seeker that he is*
Sarah: Oh, right! -smiles-
Starscream: *cuddles Anna close, giving her bits of hair to nom upon. Smugly.* I hope you like them. I also hope nobody else got the same idea /I/ did...
Anna: -noms on it gleefully-
Skyfire: *groans* I'm fairly sure no one else did, Starscream... *Mech body leans over, opening a massive hand so his own holo can grab the rather large package from himself. Thank you, free gift wrapping services!*
Skyfire: Here you are, Sarah, Annabelle. *holo offers it to Sarah, grinning*
Sarah: .... -looks at it, wondering what it could be, and opens it-
Skyfire: *And at the top of the package...is a large, extra-baby-soft, fluffy white bunny plushie. With a ribbon!*
Sarah: -laughs- Now she'll have three she won't be able to pick from. -checks the rest of the package-
Skyfire: *laughs back* Well, when one gets dirty and has to be washed, she will still have two others. *And at the bottom: several sets of clothes, all just a tiny bit bigger then Annabelle's size, so she has room to grow into them!*
Skyfire: *A scant few dressy things, mostly clothes that are a bit more baby rough-and-tumble for playtime - they are similar to the things Sarah already has for Annabelle, so he is /fairly/ certain she should approve*
Sarah: ....thank you! -hugs him tightly-
Skyfire: *Grins fondly and hugs back* You're welcome. I'm glad they are appropriate.
Anna: -nomming on hair still, hands gripping holo!clothes-
Starscream: Anyway, I'm glad nobody else got something like what I got. *Starscream's real form produces a smaller box, also wrapped!*
Sarah: -lets go of Skyfire and takes it, opening it-
Starscream: *inside the box is a very nice baby monitor (more for Sarah than Annabelle, doubtless), and a collection of little play cookware, dishes, and plastic food*
Sarah: ............ohmygod. She'll /love/ this!
Sarah: -and promptly hugs Starscream the best she can with a baby in the way-
Starscream: *leans into the hug to show willing, but, well, baby is for holding on to with both arms, as Sarah knows*
Starscream: And it should be less messy than an /actual/ chemistry set. Anyway, all of /those/ I could find were for ages ten and up, so...
Sarah: Thank you!
Starscream: You're welcome. *happy Starscream has /not/ run out of happy by any means*
Anna: -blinks, then burbles, holo!hair falling out of her mouth in a sticky, drooly mess-
Skyfire: We'll have to wait until shes older to give her a comprensive course in chemistry, I'm afraid. *grins, shaking his head at Starscream* I'm glad you and Annabelle will get some use out of the gifts, Sarah.
Sarah: ....you're going to teach her chemistry?
Starscream: *Sticky, drooly messes are fine with Starscream!* Chemistry's fun. Everyone should know some.
Sarah: I know how to cook. Does that count? -grins-
Starscream: Why wouldn't it? *confused*
Sarah: Oh, just some silly debate, about whether cooking is a science or an art. -waves her hand- I say it's both.
Starscream: Science /is/ art. Stupid slaggers. *cuddles Annabelle close, rolling his holo's eyes at the stupidity of the general masses*
Skyfire: I would suspect the same. You must be very precise at times, just like with chemistry. And it must be pleasing to taste. It is complex enough to be both. *Nods in agreement with Starscream*
Sarah: Well, like I said, it's a silly debate. -smiles brightly, setting the presents on the bed-
Starscream: Yeah. Anyway, I liked your mother a lot; I'm glad I got to talk to her.
Sarah: ....she's not very comfortable with me being so close to you all. -nervous laugh-
Starscream: Oh, that's okay.
Skyfire: So it seems. Though it is good that she is concerned for your well being.
Sarah: ^___^; I'm sorry about her. She's...a bit of a conspiracy nut.
Starscream: Nothing to be sorry about. I /like/ her.
Sarah: -laughs- I'm afraid it isn't mutual, nor is it ever likely to /be/.
Skyfire: Well, /you/ like us, which is plenty enough for my contentment. *fond grin*
Starscream: What Skyfire said.
Anna: -squirms, wanting down now-
Starscream: Hey, half a klik, Annabelle... *goes down to the floor before releasing Annabelle onto a soft rug*
And then they shamelessly played with the baby and socialized for a while. :D
Alpha Trion: *He had gone through and reviewed the info that Hide had mentioned and found a correlation with the theories that he saw and the actual data. He was on his way to Hide's quarters to share this information now, knowing he would prefer to know as soon as possible..*
Ironhide: -he's sitting at the desk, having just finished recalibrating one of his guns, and grins, getting an idea of another way to keep himself busy- ...hey Ratch. -gets up and goes over to him, then leans in behind him to nip at an audial, one hand snaking around his waist-
Ratchet: *He's busily looking at reports, and filing them away in his database where they need to be, and leans against Hide Slightly* Mmm?
Ironhide: You need a break from those reports. -grins, trailing fingers down tire treads and nipping at that audial again-
Ratchet: *his optics dimmed at that* ...But I only...nmm.....have a few...left....nnngg...
Ironhide: C'mon, Ratch. You've been workin' on those things for breems.... -aaaaand hand goes down to barely brush against a reflector-
Ratchet: *Reports? What reports? He leaned back, groaning softly* ..Primus, Hide...*He looked up and pulled him down with one hand to his chest armor, kissing him*
Ironhide: -grins, returning the kiss forcefully, and moves around to face him, brushing the reflector again-
Ratchet: *He groaned into the kiss, his own hands playing across tires and treads...*
Ironhide: -shudders and moans quietly, arms looping around him, encouraging him to stand up so they can take it to the berth-
Ratchet: *He did stand, and slipped an arm around his mate, fingers dancing and teasing across armor...*
Alpha Trion:
*He was nearly there, not thinking this time to comm them..*
Ironhide: -practically drags him to the berth, pushing him to sit down and crawling into his lap, biting at his neck roughly- Nnnn......thought it'd take more...convincing... -growls softly, hands digging into wheelwells-
Ratchet: ...Not from you...Mnnng...*He growled softly, fingers trailing towards a certain etching...*
Ironhide: -laughs, dragging fingers along the inside curve of those wheelwells, and nips his way down to Ratchet's grill- Didn't....hurt that reports......are boring as....slag, huh?
Alpha Trion: *KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!*
Ironhide: ..... -growls- ::Who is it? -slightly irritated tone-::
Alpha Trion: ::Trion.::
Ratchet:
..Ohprimus...*He growled*
Ironhide: -growls again, and pulls away reluctantly- ....we finish this later. -gives him a promising look, sliding off of him, and goes to the door, opening it-
Ratchet: *he nodded at Hide* Better...
Alpha Trion:
*he stepped in, looking at Hide.* I ran those comparisons and found...some interesting data.
Ironhide: Oh? -sits down next to Ratchet-
Alpha Trion: *he nodded, and put a datacard in the vidscreen, bringing up several screens* Basically, what you are looking at is everything Ironhide had described.
Ratchet: *He leaned forward, studying the screens* ....
Ironhide: So I was right? -grins slightly, looking at Ratchet-
Alpha Trion: Yes. You were correct. *he chuckled a bit, amused.*
Ratchet:
Hmm...So you -were- right. *teasing tone*
Ironhide: I am, on occasion. -chuckles-
Ratchet: *He made a noise at that*
Alpha Trion:
Yes, well. I am currently constructing a new test regimen off of this information.
Ironhide: ....regimen? What are we going to have to do?
Alpha Trion: Longer spark contact is the best thing to do. I believe that is the key in this case.
Ironhide: Oh. ...we can do that. -looks at Ratchet-
Ratchet: *He nodded* ..I don't see why not?
Alpha Trion:
*He chuckled* Alright. It will take me a week to get everything set up. Until then, relax.
Ironhide: Will do. -private- ::After tonight, at least...::
Ratchet: ::I heard that.:: *he glanced at Hide, teasing him*
Ironhide: ::I know you did. /Meant/ you to.:: -leans on him slightly-
Alpha Trion: Alright. Well, I will leave you two be for the night, and I will see you in one week. *he nodded and took the datadisk again*
Ironhide: Just comm us when you need us.
Alpha Trion: *He nodded and ducked out, the door sliding shut...*
Ironhide: -waits until the door closes, then sends a command to lock it and turns back to Ratchet- Now...where were we? -grins-
Ratchet: *He turned to him and shrugged* I think you have to remind me...*he grinned a bit, teasing*
Ironhide: -lets out a low growl and climbs back into his lap, nipping at his grill and digging fingers into seams in his armor-
Ratchet: *He already let out a low groan at that, his hands automatically finding themselves around his waist, sliding past armor, finding wires, and trailing along treads and wells...*
Ironhide: -works a hand in far enough to run fingers along one of the cables leading to his spark chamber and presses closer, leaning back up to bite along the fuel line at his neck, and burying his other hand inside a wheelwell-
Ratchet: *His back arched as the sudden shock of pleasure raced up and scorched his spark chamber, his own hands roaming across various wires, one breaking free and playing paybacks as he grazed that etching.* Oh Primus....
Ironhide: -moans, fingers traveling up the cable to the chamber itself and grazing it lightly-
Ratchet: *He groaned, leaning into Hide as his chamber was caressed, sensations traveling through him. Already there was that soft click, the torment too much. He reached up with one hand, trailing down the separation right across the center of Hide's chest, his other hand sliding across lugnuts and around wheelwells..*
Ironhide: -half growls, half whines, and retracts his chest armor, kissing him /hard/ while pushing him down onto his back, fingers still moving against the chamber and dragging along the inside curve of a wheelwell-
Ratchet: *His hand on Hide's chest slipped in towards the other's spark casing, fingers brushing across the surface of it as he nipped at Hide's shoulder armor, his other hand searching out wires and fuellines to torment*
Ironhide: -lets out a low moan, pressing his chest down insistantly and with the hand not occupied with Ratchet's spark chamber, brushes fingers against a reflector, nipping at a fuel line and tugging on it lightly with his denta-
Ratchet: *his own chamber slid open completely a soft blue glow revealed finally, arcing towards Hide's. He made a noise at Hide nipping at his fuellines, and he pressed up hard against the other...*
Ironhide: -growls lowly, not letting up on the reflector or the fuel line as he presses him down into the berth, gasping something unintelligible when their sparks touch and dragging fingertips along the casing-
Ratchet: *he hissed sharply as their sparks connected, a mix of slight pain and pleasure washing through him. His fingers grazed across Hide's tires, pressing between the treads and sliding along them, his body pressing harder against the other's, intentions clear on what he wanted...on what Hide had convinced him of..*
Ironhide: -moans, long and low, and fires off magnetic pulses mixed with strong pulses of lovewantneed/more/ through the bond, withdrawing his hand from within Ratchet's side to wrap around him and pull him closer, kissing him /hard/-
Ratchet: *He returned the kiss with like force, hard, pressing against him, the connection growing stronger with each second, the electricity and pleasure rushing through the both of them at increasing speeds. He gripped with one hand at the tire, and his other hand slid up across armor siding, and slipping underneath, finding cables to pinch and rub between fingers..*
Ironhide: -nips at his mouth roughly, fingers brushing against that reflector, and groans, his other hand digging into a wheelwell and entire chassis shuddering-
Ratchet: *His own groans matched that of Hide's, the touches and gropes becoming more intense, his own becoming ragged and more needy. He was getting close, and while he didn't want it to end, he wanted to crash over with his mate. He slid his hand up under Hide's chest armor, sliding along sensitive wires and cables, pulling, twisting, rubbing at them intently*
Ironhide: -hisses, a muffled whimper escaping him, and sends a particularly strong magnetic pulse, biting along his jawline and neck with a low growl-
Ratchet: *He wasn't sure what did it...but possibly a combination of the pulse and the biting that triggered his overload. He let out a half growl, half cry as he was pushed over, pleasure and electricity hitting him hard, his body shaking. At the sudden shove-over, he released his own pulse, and he made sure to put as much into it as he could, throwing it back at Hide, his hands clenching hard in Hide's armor.*
Ironhide: -clutches him tighter, burying his head in Ratchet's neck and biting /hard/ as his own overload hits him, letting out a choked scream-
Ratchet: *His own head had fallen back in the pure pleasure of it all, the intensity causing his frame to shake hard. It only took a few moments, but after what seemed like forever, he began to come down from that intense high, his arms loosening slightly, his optics having offlined...*
Ironhide: -slumps down on top of him, nuzzling gently, on the verge of going offline as his internal fans whir loudly, working to cool off his systems-
Ratchet: *He managed to slide his arms around him loosely, keeping him close, his own systems whirring to cool him down.* ...Primus....
Ironhide: ...loveyou... -mumbles, barely managing to move off of him and snuggle up close to his side before slipping into a deep recharge-
Ratchet: *He nuzzled back, hardly getting a chance to return the words as he watched Hide fall into recharge, and then fell right behind him...*