[G1] Draw Me
a/n: Another little ficlet that I wrote for the tf-rare-pairing Trick or Treat challenge and I'm sure it's been done before but I couldn't help myself. :D Eventually RL will actually let me work on the flash fiction.
Title: Draw Me
Characters: BluestreakxSunstreaker, Sideswipe
Universe: G1
Rating: T
Warnings: Nothing objectionable
Description: Bluestreak makes a bargain for some berth-time.
Prompt: Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, G1, muse, treat
“Hey, Sunny.”
He didn't have any time to growl a protest at the loathed nickname before Bluestreak vaulted the back of the couch and landed neatly in Sunstreaker's lap.
Sunstreaker growled, scrambling to keep from dropping his datapad and flailing like a moron. “What?” he demanded, though it was difficult to remain tetchy when Bluestreak's field vibrated with glee.
Bluestreak draped his arms over Sunstreaker's shoulders, snuggling closer as he grinned. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
Sunstreaker blinked. “Uh... what?”
Giggling from the doorway was all the evidence Sunstreaker needed as to the perpetrator who instigated this sudden and perplexing statement.
Bluestreak's own mouth curved more. “I said...” He wriggled enticingly, metal sliding on metal with inviting vibrations as his voice dropped to a purr. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
“What does that even mean?” Sunstreaker demanded.
In the doorway, Sideswipe collapsed into gasping laughter, more amused by his so-called prank than seemed logical.
Bluestreak leaned in, his helm sliding against Sunstreaker's in a delicate caress that didn't so much as mark his paint. “It means whatever you want it to mean, lover,” he said, field vibrating with amusement as much as desire.
Sunstreaker sighed, resigning himself to being the object of their amusement. “You should know better than to help my brother's schemes by now,” he said, setting his datapad aside to rest his hand on Bluestreak's hips. “What did you get out of it?”
Bluestreak nipped at a helm vent and Sunstreaker very carefully did not shudder. “The berth to ourselves. All night. Sideswipe will be elsewhere.”
“Really now?” Sunstreaker's irritation vanished. “I think we got the better end of the deal.”
Bluestreak chuckled, his hips performing a shimmy that had to be illegal. “I thought so, too.”
“The look on your face was priceless,” Sideswipe said, picking himself up from the floor only to drape himself on the back of the couch.
“You are a moron,” Sunstreaker informed him and returned his attention to his lover, whose engine was now purring with invitation. “You're not on shift?”
“Not anytime soon. Which means I have plenty of time to frag you into the berth.” Bluestreak's doorwings fluttered, his frame emanating heat.
“I like the sound of that.” Sunstreaker's right hand drifted lower, giving a pat to Bluestreak's aft. “You just have to get rid of my brother.”
“Easy.” Bluestreak grinned before he looked at Sideswipe. “I'm cashing in. Shoo.”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Sideswipe pulled off a half-sparked salute and made an exit, but not without another laugh to himself.
Idiot.
“Now,” Bluestreak said, attention returning to Sunstreaker. “Where were we?”
“Right about here, I think.” Sunstreaker said and pulled him in for a kiss.
***
a/n: I've got a couple of other prompts I'm eying and maybe the muses will hit me with an idea. Maybe. In the meantime, I'm gonna keep tapping away on my flash fics. I have the ideas. What I'm lacking is time and focus. RL is giving me uppercuts left and right. :(
Anywho. Hope you enjoyed. Feedback, as always, is welcome!
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/259621.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
Title: Draw Me
Characters: BluestreakxSunstreaker, Sideswipe
Universe: G1
Rating: T
Warnings: Nothing objectionable
Description: Bluestreak makes a bargain for some berth-time.
Prompt: Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, G1, muse, treat
“Hey, Sunny.”
He didn't have any time to growl a protest at the loathed nickname before Bluestreak vaulted the back of the couch and landed neatly in Sunstreaker's lap.
Sunstreaker growled, scrambling to keep from dropping his datapad and flailing like a moron. “What?” he demanded, though it was difficult to remain tetchy when Bluestreak's field vibrated with glee.
Bluestreak draped his arms over Sunstreaker's shoulders, snuggling closer as he grinned. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
Sunstreaker blinked. “Uh... what?”
Giggling from the doorway was all the evidence Sunstreaker needed as to the perpetrator who instigated this sudden and perplexing statement.
Bluestreak's own mouth curved more. “I said...” He wriggled enticingly, metal sliding on metal with inviting vibrations as his voice dropped to a purr. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
“What does that even mean?” Sunstreaker demanded.
In the doorway, Sideswipe collapsed into gasping laughter, more amused by his so-called prank than seemed logical.
Bluestreak leaned in, his helm sliding against Sunstreaker's in a delicate caress that didn't so much as mark his paint. “It means whatever you want it to mean, lover,” he said, field vibrating with amusement as much as desire.
Sunstreaker sighed, resigning himself to being the object of their amusement. “You should know better than to help my brother's schemes by now,” he said, setting his datapad aside to rest his hand on Bluestreak's hips. “What did you get out of it?”
Bluestreak nipped at a helm vent and Sunstreaker very carefully did not shudder. “The berth to ourselves. All night. Sideswipe will be elsewhere.”
“Really now?” Sunstreaker's irritation vanished. “I think we got the better end of the deal.”
Bluestreak chuckled, his hips performing a shimmy that had to be illegal. “I thought so, too.”
“The look on your face was priceless,” Sideswipe said, picking himself up from the floor only to drape himself on the back of the couch.
“You are a moron,” Sunstreaker informed him and returned his attention to his lover, whose engine was now purring with invitation. “You're not on shift?”
“Not anytime soon. Which means I have plenty of time to frag you into the berth.” Bluestreak's doorwings fluttered, his frame emanating heat.
“I like the sound of that.” Sunstreaker's right hand drifted lower, giving a pat to Bluestreak's aft. “You just have to get rid of my brother.”
“Easy.” Bluestreak grinned before he looked at Sideswipe. “I'm cashing in. Shoo.”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Sideswipe pulled off a half-sparked salute and made an exit, but not without another laugh to himself.
Idiot.
“Now,” Bluestreak said, attention returning to Sunstreaker. “Where were we?”
“Right about here, I think.” Sunstreaker said and pulled him in for a kiss.
***
a/n: I've got a couple of other prompts I'm eying and maybe the muses will hit me with an idea. Maybe. In the meantime, I'm gonna keep tapping away on my flash fics. I have the ideas. What I'm lacking is time and focus. RL is giving me uppercuts left and right. :(
Anywho. Hope you enjoyed. Feedback, as always, is welcome!
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/259621.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.