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What the slag had happened? He actually had no idea. One moment he’d been telling her a story about that that time he got stuck in a purple fragging planet and how he escaped from there destroying the natives, the next she had pounced on him. He’d been ready to dispose of her, really. No one attacked the Supreme Decepticon Leader and lived. And Primus wasn’t it good to say that… Supreme Decepticon Leader…
He hated to admit that she surprised him. Here he was, contemplating on the best way to kill her for her betrayal and horribly sloppy attack on his holoform out of all things, when he finally realized what exactly she was doing.
The organic act was called kissing. Organics had such messy ways to perform almost every activity. Kissing was… something to be studied more thoroughly. The mechanics of it where disgusting. The act in itself did not look healthy. The actual performance was rather enjoyable. It had been an interesting find…
Dainty little fragile fleshy hands traveled along his back as they continued kissing. The Internet was an amazing fountain of knowledge in this area. Most of what he found was contradicting, but he wasn’t expecting anything less from this miserable excuse of a sentient race. So this was their way to reproduce… Ugh. He was bored enough to visit a squishy almost regularly, but he wasn’t that bored.
And then she did something. What it had been, he wasn’t sure right now, but he’ll know soon enough. And instead of pushing her away, he’d pulled her closer to him. Slag their holoforms and the need to make them as realistic as possible, but Primus above whatever she was doing with her hands was making him reconsider leaving. It felt good and he hadn’t had a hard cycle long interface in so long… This was the best next thing available to him right now.
He pulled apart, debating whether to leave or stay. She was looking at him oddly; her hands now idle on his bare chest and tracing the myriad of scars that adorned his holoform.
Why the slag was he stopping? It wasn’t as if he right now had a line of mechs and femmes throwing their interface ports at him. They first had to reach this slagging diminutive dust ball first.
He went back into the Internet, reading information too fast for human technology to detect him. He felt his disgust towards the flesh natives grow as the information was gathered and processed. He couldn’t stop his current form from shaking in disgust as he touched her face to make her stop looking at him like that. For a race that prided on being civilized their reproduction habits left much to be desired… Still, it said the act was pleasurable and relaxing. He might need both right now, especially when her touch was driving the holoform’s sensors crazy with sensory data.
He left the Internet, willing to give this a chance. He had nothing better to do after all, at least until more Decepticons arrived. He experimentally trailed his hands across her body. One hand tentatively touching her breasts… The way the flesh moved caught his attention. He definitely had to study this more deeply was his last thought as he registered the sounds she made.
At the end of it all, he was tempted to just let the holoform disappear and recharge peacefully. Something stopped him though. His impromptu research had made him realize that his squishy would not take kindly to him leaving. He did not really care for her feelings, but she’d proven to be a good entertainment when he grew bored of being alone and waiting for the others to arrive. Besides, their previous activities had proven to be very relaxing and extremely worth repeating if only for the sensory overload only. Who knew holoforms could be this much fun?
The slagging thing registered the cold on the room and he pulled the squishy femme’s body closer to him. She made the perfect blanket. She was warmer than the flimsy cloth they covered themselves with for recharge.
“He will be home soon” - Her voice broke the silence and he suppressed a sigh at the termination of his newfound relaxation.
“The human won’t even suspect I was here.” - He told her in his usual smug and arrogant tone. She didn’t dare question him and soon she fell into recharge.
He stayed there for a few minutes letting everything he’d done finally sink in into his processor. What the slag had he done? Why did he stay? What was he still doing here? With a growl, he stepped away from her. Holoform disappearing and materializing at the foot of her bed. He didn’t bother with clothing because he didn’t really see the point in wearing it. Useless pieces of cloth that hindered your movement more than it offered protection. He cocked his head to the side. He couldn’t leave her without wearing something. Her useless life partner might suspect something if he did.
And so, without thinking why the thought of someone that wasn’t him looking at her made him frown, he located some suitable clothing and proceeded to put them on her. Satisfied, he let the holoform disappear and soon a jet flew above the quiet residential area.
Interfacing with a squishy… He’d truly sunk low. Would he do it again? Why not? He could come up with a list of experiments to try on her the next time it happened. He was bored and she was his only source of entertainment on this planet anyways.