Ficlet: Cream and the Canary
Title: Cream and the Canary
Author: Merisel
Warning: Contains naughty words and a good dose of smut.
Author's note: This ficlet takes place after 'Universal' by Artemisia. Thanks for the your input, Arti. And thanks for the quick beta, Okami.
Summary: Far be it for Maggie to say she can't go toe-to-toe with Jazz. So that's what he meant by universal.
'A date? To a drive-in theater?'
When Jazz oh-so-casually mentioned 'plug n' play', all sorts of kinky images had come to Maggie. None of which involved something so...normal as wanting to go see a movie. Now if she could just figure out what the hell to wear! Jeans were immediately rejected. It was too hot and humid outside.
Maggie settled for a short skirt and matching tank top, and her customary high heels. Then she spent the next ten minutes on her make-up. Red lipstick or no red lipstick... That was the question..
Red was overdone, Maggie decided, and skipped the lipstick altogether. She removed her eyeliner, too, going with a natural look tonight.
She glanced at the clock - Jazz would be here any minute now -- and took a long look at herself in the mirror. That was when she saw him. A man standing just inside the doorway of her bedroom. A frightened scream escaped Maggie as she jumped and spun around. She didn't even hear him come in! Yanking open a bureau drawer, she pulled out her can of pepper spray. "Stay back!"
"Whoa there!" The man held up both hands. "Don't shoot!"
Maggie did a double-take when he spoke. That voice.... "Jazz?"
He grinned. "The one and only. It's my holoform. Ya know what those are, right?" He continued when she nodded. "How d'ya like it?"
"It's....pretty," she answered, her eyes roaming over the holo. He was tall, lean but nicely muscled. His skin was a lovely golden shade, like warm caramel. And he had the longest pair of legs she'd ever seen in jeans. Long dark hair, too, set in small braids pulled back into a ponytail. Damn, Jazz picked a good one!
"Thanks." Still grinning, he looked her over good, his storm-gray eyes glinting with appreciation. "You look good enough t'eat."
"Thank you...I think..." Maggie sincerely hoped he didn't mean that literally. "So, what are we seeing tonight?"
Jazz smirked. "It's a surprise, babe. Now let's go before we're late."
"Okay." Putting the pepper spray in her purse, Maggie followed him outside to the silver Solstice. She remembered to lock the door, despite her rather scattered thoughts, before getting in the passenger seat. Jazz, she figured, would prefer to drive himself.
Maggie leaned forward, enjoying the air conditioner Jazz had turned on full blast, and listened to the music Jazz was playing. "What is that?"
"Faust."
An opera. That was a surprise. She wouldn't have pegged him as the classical type, unlike Optimus Prime. Of course she never expected Optimus to like The Dixie Chicks, either. 'Learn something new every day...' Maggie mused.
It didn't take long to reach the drive-in. Maggie plastered her nose against the side window to see the sign at the entrance. Up and Star Trek, a double-feature. Oh, good! She'd been wanting to see Up since it came out; Pixar never disappoints. Star Trek, on the other hand-- Well, might as well give it a chance. They could always leave if it sucks.
Jazz paid for the tickets when their turn came. Maggie watched him; he had lovely strong hands. 'Quit drooling over his hands!' she told herself, but secretly doubting that Sunstreaker could have done better if he deigned to create his own holoform.
The drive-in was pretty full, but they were able to find a decent spot to watch the movies. "Ya want any snacks, or a drink?" Jazz asked.
"A drink would be great. Anything not carbonated."
"Sure thing, Maggie." His holoform got out and went over to the refreshments stand. The movie started just as he came back with a bottle of peach-mango vitamin water.
"Thanks, Jazz." She opened it and took a sip. Mm.. Nice and chilled.
Up was a wonderful movie. Maggie was so engrossed in it she didn't notice until it was over that Jazz had left the air conditioner on. "Carl and Ellie were a wonderful couple," she remarked, rubbing away the goosebumps on her arms.
"I want that. Someday. That kind of love," Jazz softly repeated lines from the movie.
He sounds so wistful, Maggie thought with a pang of sympathy for him. Even a who-knows-how-old Autobot can get lonely, especially when there's so few of them left. She scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder. "You'll find someone. Someday."
"Mrm. Someday. But in the meantime--" Jazz daringly put his hand on her bare thigh.
Maggie gasped, both at his boldness and the feel of that hand on her. His skin felt smooth and cool, but not soft as a real human's would. It wasn't really hard, either, like metal. Or not like any kind of metal she knew of, at least.
"Now just what type of girl do you think I am, Mister?" she jokingly asked in a Southern Belle accent.
"Well, frankly, Miss Maggie, I think you're my girl tonight." And with that Jazz slowly leaned in to kiss her. Maggie's eyes dilated a bit, but she didn't pull away from him.
Her lips parted on reflex, and something that felt just like a tongue slipped past them. Jazz tasted like--Maggie drew back then. "Spearmint?"
"Oh, yeah. I took a couple Certs on my way t'your place. Read on the Net that humans like minty fresh breath," Jazz explained, winking at her before going back to exploring every inch of her mouth.
"Mphmmmm." Maggie reached up to tug on Jazz's hair, freeing the braids from the pony tail. The odd texture, like very fine filaments, barely registered on her. She wasn't cold anymore. Oh, no. That tongue of his was sending hot waves of desire through her body. Star Trek was quickly forgotten.
Excited by the noises she was making, Jazz took it one step further. Pushing Maggie's skirt up higher, he slid a hand between her legs.
"Whoa!" she said in a squeak. "You move fast, don't you?"
"0-60 in 7.7 seconds," quipped Jazz with a downright lecherous grin.
"I'll bet!"
His expression turned more serious. "We don't have to do anything else if ya don't wanna."
Maggie pondered that, her forehead creased thoughtfully. Jazz was, she had to admit, very attractive, and she did wonder: What would it be like to have sex with a holoform? She really wanted to find out now. Chalk it up to scientific curiousity. Sunstreaker certainly was a strong advocate for the occasional experimentation. 'Variety was the spice of life.'
Jazz was waiting for her answer, so she gave him one. "I want to do more. A lot more."
His devil-may-care grin came back full force. "Sweets, you're never gonna regret tonight. I promise."
Looking over that drool-worthy body of his, Maggie had no doubts on that count. Jazz enthusiastically dove in for another kiss, his hand vigorously rubbing her crotch. She moaned and arched her hips upward, heat growing in the pit of her stomach.
Her skirt hiked up to her waist, Jazz tugged Maggie over into his lap. The seat was moved back several inches, giving them more room, and she wriggled in appreciation. The feel of her soft body rubbing against his holo got his engine purring. He put a stop to that, not wanting any of the other movie-goers to notice and complain. It'd ruin the fun real fast.
Maggie moaned again, her tongue entwined with Jazz's. That definitely felt like an erection growing inside his jeans. She had a sudden urge to examine it - thoroughly examine it - and ended the kiss.
"Hey!" Jazz protested when she moved back to her seat.
"Trust me," Maggie said, with a wicked grin of her own. It took a little maneuvering inside the small car to turn around enough to kneel on her seat.
Jazz's pout changed to a look of sharp interest as she leaned over to unbutton his pants. Ooh. He'd seen this done on some websites, but wasn't sure Maggie was into it. He helped her out by removing his clothes.
Maggie started when Jazz's jeans and t-shirt rippled before seeming to melt away before her eyes. That was interesting. She decided to wait 'til later to ask him how he did that, and turned her attention to the replica penis jutting up from his groin. A good eight inches in length, it was the same golden brown color as the rest of his holoform. She didn't hesitate to grip it. Warm. More solid and harder than a real one, too. Does it react to stimulation?
Jazz dropped his head back, groaning when Maggie started stroking the highly sensitized appendage. Firmly and slowly. 'Damn, that's good!' And it was gonna get even better, he knew. Would she use her mouth? Lots of humans thought oral sex was disgusting, according to the research he'd done. Was Maggie one of them? Not that it'd bother him one bit if she is. He was totally cool with whatever she had in mind.
'Fascinating.' It grew even larger and twitched in her hand. Jazz did his homework on human sexuality. She rubbed her thumb over the head of his penis. Another husky groan from him sent a thrill down her spine. "Jazz...I want you inside me."
"Oh, yeah...I'm up for that!" he enthusiastically responded.
Maggie chuckled low. "I can tell.
'Damn, that's a sexy sound. 'Streaker sure has great taste,' Jazz thought, grinning in anticipation. Removing her underwear, Maggie slid back over, straddling his lap as best she could. "Sorry," he apologized when she bumped a knee against the door. "This Solstice was the biggest car I could find t' copy."
"That's okay." She shifted some more, getting into just the right position, then lowered herself onto him one inch at a time.
"Uhhhnnnn...." he groaned, eyes closing in sheer bliss. There was no way he could keep still; Maggie was so hot and tight. Jazz gripped her hips, pulling her down the rest of the way as he thrust up.
"Jazz...Jazz..." Maggie gasped as he set a hard, fast pace. God, it was like having an iron rod inside. One that throbbed much more than an normal penis does. The top of her head brushed the ceiling as she rocked, matching Jazz's rhythm. A powerful climax was already building up inside her. "Jazz, I..can't hold back...much longer..."
"C'mere." Jazz tugged her down for more kissing. "Just let go, darlin'," he purred, nibbling on Maggie's bottom lip.
"J-Jazz..." she moaned into his mouth, on the verge of losing all control. His hands sliding down to her rear, Jazz ground their hips together as he moved even faster. That drove her over the edge. She tossed her head back, crying out loudly. Her orgasm seemed to last for hours, and left her breathless. Then she felt Jazz come, too, spurting fluid into her.
Wha--what was that?" Maggie stammered. For a moment she forgot that that Jazz wasn't an ordinary man -- her only thought was the fact that neither of them had used protection.
"Some oil Ratchet gave me. Told me I oughtta make this as authentic as possible." Jazz winked at her. "Was it good for you?"
"Mmm... It was incredible." Silly me. Should have realized it's impossible to get pregnant from this. Maggie trailed a finger down the center of his chest. I have got to talk Sunstreaker into making a holoform, she mused.
So're you." Jazz wrapped his arms around her and together they finally paid attention to the movie.
''That is so fake,' Maggie thought with disdain when Spock and Uhura started kissing. Did those two actors even like each other?
"Hey, how 'bout anal now?"
Jazz's question caught her completely by surprise. "Excuse me?"
"Anal sex," he casually repeated. "I know some people like that. Whaddya say?"
"Uh...Well..." Maggie stared at him, flustered. "I've never tried it before.. Heard it was painful."
"Oh, it's not so bad, if it's done right. And you know I'll do it right."
Maggie raised both eyebrows. "Little cocky now, aren't we?"
"Who're you callin' little?" Jazz pretended to be insulted in an overblown, meladramatic way.
"Not you, that's for sure!" she amended, and rocked back and forth. "Ooh, yes.. Definitely not little."
"Sure you don't wanna just squeeze it instead?" he just had to ask.
"Like a bottle of ketchup?" Maggie laughed a little at the weird mental image that gave her. "Didn't you say something about anal sex?"
"Yeah!" Jazz grinned widely. "If you're interested."
"Mm.. Well, you do claim to be an expert at it, so why not?" she answered, feeling bold tonight.
His eyes brightened with glee. "Heh. Knew you were gonna say that."
"Oh, really?" Maggied gasped when Jazz suddenly sat up, lifted her off him and rolled them both over. Despite the lack of space he somehow managed to get her on her knees, across both seats and facing the front windshield, with him behind her.
Jazz put the rest of the oil to good use. "Ready?"
She nodded 'yes', but couldn't help but tense up when he spread her rear cheeks apart.
"Just relax. I know what I'm doing."
"Uh-huh." Maggie took a deep breath, then gasped again when he slowly pushed an oiled finger inside. "Oh my God....Jazz..."
"Feels good, don't it?" He worked his finger in deeper.
"Oh..oh...yessss." He was right about it not hurting. She was trembling now, bolts of hot pleasure surging through her. 'Good' didn't even begin to describe this. "More, Jazz. Fuck me!"
"I will, Honey." Jazz took his time prepping her. A second finger joined the first, then a third. Maggie was really squirming now. He couldn't resist fondling that enticing ass of hers with his free hand. "Anyone ever tell you you've got a sweet backside?" he asked while curling the three fingers inside her.
"Oh, God, Jazz..." Maggie shuddered. There were no words to describe what he was doing to her. "Why didn't I try this sooner?!"
"Cause you were waitin' for the best," Jazz replied, matter-of-factly. She was real close to another orgasm. Time to give her what she *really* wants.
"You know, you are--" she started to remark on the size of his ego when he removed his fingers. 'Ohh, yes, finally! Maggie thought, holding her breath as Jazz gripped her hips tight and pressed himself against her. She instinctively pushed back.
Jazz paused for a moment. "Ya want it slow enough so you feel every inch, or hot and fast over the edge, Babe?"
Her brain went blank at that. Maggie swallowed hard before blurting out, "Slow and hot!"
"Uh-huh.. Just the way I like it, too," he purred, easily sliding into her thanks to the oil Ratchet gave him. 'Gotta ask him to whip up some more.'
Jazz felt bigger and harder than he did before, stretching her even further, but he was right about it not hurting. Then he began moving, slowly at first. "Oh my God...Jazz..." Maggie moaned. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
"Uhn..yeah..." he whispered in her ear. "This is goooood. You're so hot and wet."
Maggie squeezed her eyes shut, panting as Jazz continued talking dirty to her. Did he have any idea what those words were doing to her? Of course he did!
"Want me t' take you home and fuck you up against a wall?" Jazz nibbled on her earlobe. "Would ya like that? Or maybe over a table?"
"Car! Now shut up and fuck me faster!" Maggie yelped.
"As you wish!" He eagerly complied with her demand, pulling back on her hips with each thrust.
That drove her over the edge. Maggie came screaming his name. And almost screamed again for a different reason. "Oh, shit! Jazz, we are so screwed if someone just heard me!"
"No worries there, Sweetie. I'm soundproof." Jazz slowed and stopped, kissing the hollow between her shoulders.
"Soundproof?" she repeated, fuzzy-headed.
"Nobody outside can hear us," he elaborated.
"Oh." Maggie didn't have the energy just yet to move, and noticed he'd come again, too. "Just how much oil do you have?"
"Enough for eleven more loads." Jazz stroked her tousled hair, waiting for her to recover. "Wanna do something different?"
'Eleven?! He'd better not be expecting marathon sex from me.' Just the thought of eleven more times made her feel exhausted. "Uh...The movie will be over soon," Maggie hedged.
"Ten minutes is all I'll need."
"I thought you'd be bettter then a one minute hump and poke."
Jazz snorted. "I ain't Cliffjumper."
"Who's that?" asked Maggie, curious.
"Believe me, ya don't wanna know."
"Okay.." 'Cliffjumper must be a real prick', she concluded. "You said 'something different'?"
"Yup, I did." Jazz reached around to nudge her legs apart, slipped an arm around her waist, and tilted her at an angle.
"What are you--" Maggie broke off when she heard a click and looked. The gear stick, glistening with a coat of oil, had moved to the same angle. "Ohhh...."
"Interested?" he purred.
Good Lord, this is so kinky! And, like with most things, Maggie jumped in head first, especially when encouraged by a voice like that! "Yes!"
"That's m'girl." Gripping her legs just above the knee, he pushed Maggie down.
"Ahh!" she cried out as the gear stick filled her. Jazz took double-penetration to a whole new level!
Jazz leaned over her, chest pressed against her back, and thrust deep, then slowly pulled her down onto the stick again. "Say my name, Maggie."
"Ohhh..Jazz.." She pushed back against him. That lever was actually moving inside her, rotating in small circles and rubbing in all the right spots.
"Yeah, Baby. Keep movin' like that," he told her in a throaty whisper, repeating the motion again and again. Star Trek's end credits were running now, and he was determined to make this last until they finished. Maggie was getting even more vocal now, so he slowed the pace even more.
"Jazz?" whimpered Maggie. He was such a damn tease!
"Ten minutes, 'member?" was his reply.
Ten minutes? She dropped her head against the stereo and wondered how she was going to survive that long without going crazy.
"Eight minutes, forty seconds."
Argh! Maggie clenched her teeth, frustrated. She was also sweating despite the air conditioner being on. If he would just go faster! "I'm so close..."
"I'll take care of ya, Honey. In seven minutes." Jazz murmured, kissing her neck.
"God!" she exclaimed. "What is it with the countdown?"
"That's when the credits'll be over," he explained.
'Fiend.' She could tell by his tone that he had a big grin on his face. This was some kind of perverse whim of his. 'Well, you aren't the only one who can play games.' She smiled slyly.
Jazz gasped; her body clenched tightly around him, sending a jolt of intense pleasure right through his central processor. "Maggie!"
"What? I like to exercise *every* muscle," she said teasingly, and demonstrated for him again.
That destroyed the self-control he'd been hanging onto. "Oooh, Baby! Don't stop!" Jazz begged, not caring how undignified it sounded.
"You want more, Jazz, Honey?" Maggie looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "You know what you have to do, then."
"Okay, you win," he conceded the standoff to her. 'It sure don't feel like losing, though,' Jazz reflected, moving faster now. A lot faster. She rewarded him with more of those circuit-melting squeezes. Oh, yeahhh....this ain't losin' at all.
Maggie had to brace her hands on the dashboard so her head wouldn't bang against the windshield. After each thrust he'd yank her back, driving the gear stick deep inside her. "Keep talking dirty to me," she said, panting.
Jazz was more than happy to obey. "That's it, Sugar. Work that hot, tight ass." He even gave her butt a light smack for emphasis.
"JAAAAZZZ!" Maggie howled, writhing helplessly between his holo and that hard, leathery shaft. A few seconds later she came - at last! - her orgasm so powerful she actually saw stars.
"Damn, that's so good," Jazz groaned as her body clenched around him. The other Autobots didn't know what they were missing!
"Wha--" Maggie snapped out of the daze she was in when the car horn sounded. "Uh.. Jazz?"
"Whoops. Guess we'd better split now."
He didn't sound the least bit sorry about the slip, she noted with a tired chuckle. 'What a night this turned out to be.' "Good idea."
"Yep." Jazz pulled out, then lifted Maggie off the gear stick and set her back down on the passenger seat. His holo resumed driving. A cloud of dust was left behind as he sped out of the drive-in.
It took three attempts before she managed to buckle up; her coordination was totally shot. "Wow," Maggie breathed, a little lightheaded from her exertions. Both Jazz's holo and his car form were purring, like a very large cat. "This was one hell of a date."
"Uh-huh. You sure know how to show a Bot a good time." Jazz gave her a lascivious look. "Lemme know if you ever wanna do it again."
She chuckled tiredly. "I don't think that's a good idea. Sunstreaker might get jealous if we make a habit of this."
"So invite him along."
"You are such a hedonist, Jazz."
"You betchya!" He stopped at a market along the way and bought her another bottle of vitamin water.
Kiwi-strawberry. Another of her favorites. Maggie smiled at Jazz. He really was a sweet, considerate guy. "I had a really great time tonight."
"Me, too." Jazz grinned back and continued on. The bottle was nearly empty when he pulled up to her house.
'Home sweet home.' Tucking the water bottle in her purse, she'd just started to reach for the handle when Jazz's holo opened the door for her. 'Jesus, he moves fast.' Maggie thanked him, got out, and stepped away from the car. She knew she was walking funny, but Jazz was polite enough to not remark on that. "Good night, Jazz."
Jazz pulled her into his arms and proceeded to kiss the breath out of her. "G'night," he said, smirking a bit at her dazed expression.
To get even with him Maggie copped a feel, then retreated into the house.
Once the front door closed, Jazz drove off. He couldn't wait to tell Prowl *all* about tonight's adventure, whether the military strategist wants to hear it or not.
The End