Chuck Berry
A sloppy bit of fluff that got in my head on the walk to the post office today.
Windcharger/Brawn fluff.
No warnings I can think of unless flirty minibots squick you.
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“Drivin’ along as an automobile-”
“Oh no,” Brawn chortled in dismay when Windcharger started to sing.
The grin on the other mech was visible even in alt mode, “My baby beside me on the wheel.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile - mwah!” Windcharger brushed up against Brawn’s side to ‘smooch’ him, nudging their front bumpers together. Brawn blushed across his hood. “My curiosity’s runnin’ wild.”
“Curious about what?”
“Cruisin’ and playin’ the radio-”
“The radio’s not even on.”
“With no particular place to go.”
“You’re such a dork,” Brawn chuckled.
“Drivin’ along as an automobile-”
“Not again...”
“I’m anxious to tell him the way I feel.”
Brawn smiled slightly in return, driving a little closer to Windcharger’s side to brush their fields together. Windcharger nuzzled him again, “So I told him softly and sincere, and he leaned and whispered in my ear.”
“Yeah yeah,” Brawn chuckled quietly, nosing against his fender again, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Love you too, baby.”
“Cuddlin’ more and drivin’ slow,” Windcharger sang softly, nestled comfortably against his bonded’s side, “with no particular place to go.”
Brawn purred, rolling them to a halt on the dusty backroad to nuzzle their front fenders together, field calm and amused, tingling with a shy sort of pleasure. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love me for it.”
Brawn chuckled. “I guess I do.”
“And you’re a grumpus.”
The mech chortled again, “A what now?”
Windcharger nudged him playfully, starting to drive again. “A grumpus. Grouchy but adorable, like a housecat.”
“Excuse me?” Brawn rolled after him, chuckling as Windcharger sped up a little.
“You heard me, Grumpus,” he teased.
“Oh that is it - Come here!”
Windcharger yelped, giggling aloud as he ran from the other mech. Brawn chased after him, keeping right on his tail, laughing helplessly. “You are in so much trouble, buster!”
“Gotta catch me first, Grumpus!”
Their chase left the road, bolting through green fields, taunting one another, driving in circles each chasing the other. Mid-circle Brawn transformed and grabbed him by the hood as he came around, “Gotcha!”
“So you think!” Windcharger transformed, tackling Brawn into the grass. “I’ve got you!”
“We’ll see who’s got whom!” Brawn laughed, wrestling playfully, rolling to pin the other mech beneath him. Windcharger grinned as he was caught, chuckling softly, leaning up to nuzzle his nose. Brawn smiled in return, pressing a little kiss to his lips, hands gently exploring his chest. “I win.”
Windcharger grinned more broadly, lifting up his hands and waggling his fingers. “Not just yet!” Static crackled at the motion and Brawn stiffened in surprise, too startled to escape in the half-klick before Charger’s fingers pressed into his sides, sparks flying as Brawn howled. He toppled to the side, laughing and flailing at his bonded as Windcharger straddled him. “No! No static tickling! That’s cheating!”
“Don’t care!” he laughed, poking and prodding at all the sensitive spots he knew of while Brawn writhed weakly beneath him. If it weren’t for the huge grin and sporadic fits of audible laughter, Charger mused with a grin, one might think Brawn was dying for all his wailing and howling. The assault ended as quickly as it began, Brawn’s arms pinned to the ground by a giggling Windcharger, nuzzling cheek to cheek with the older mech as his laughter died down and he struggled to cycle fresh air through his vents. “You’re so adorable when you smile.”
“I- I’m gonna,” he wheezed, still chuckling. Brawn gave up on words, toppling them to the side to draw him in close, curling around his mate with a low purr of his engine. “You’re a brat.”
“Only to you, love.”
“Well then I feel pretty lucky to have a little brat like you.”
“And I’m lucky to have a big ole grumpus like you.” Windcharger giggled when Brawn gave his side a retaliatory poke. The green jeep sighed as he sat up, pulling Windcharger so his back was flush to his chest, arms draped around the grey and red mech, nuzzling his cheek to the top of his helm. Windcharger gave a small sigh of satisfaction as he nestled in against him, engine starting to purr as his optics shuttered.
The day was cool, a crisp wind stirring the leaves around them, trees of yellow and orange and red stirring a vague nostalgia in the pair as they lay together, fields quietly mingling together, trading little currents of emotion. Windcharger nestled closer to Brawn, dozing in his arms, warm and safe with his lover.
“Drivin’ along as an automobile...”
Windcharger blinked sleepy optics open at the near-whisper, smiling as he leaned his head back, gazing fondly up at his mate. Brawn was blushing and staring resolutely into the distance as his lips moved, arms tightening slightly around the drowsy mech in his lap. “My baby beside me on a hill... lovin’ him more than he’ll ever know... with no particular place to go...”
Windcharger/Brawn fluff.
No warnings I can think of unless flirty minibots squick you.
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“Drivin’ along as an automobile-”
“Oh no,” Brawn chortled in dismay when Windcharger started to sing.
The grin on the other mech was visible even in alt mode, “My baby beside me on the wheel.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile - mwah!” Windcharger brushed up against Brawn’s side to ‘smooch’ him, nudging their front bumpers together. Brawn blushed across his hood. “My curiosity’s runnin’ wild.”
“Curious about what?”
“Cruisin’ and playin’ the radio-”
“The radio’s not even on.”
“With no particular place to go.”
“You’re such a dork,” Brawn chuckled.
“Drivin’ along as an automobile-”
“Not again...”
“I’m anxious to tell him the way I feel.”
Brawn smiled slightly in return, driving a little closer to Windcharger’s side to brush their fields together. Windcharger nuzzled him again, “So I told him softly and sincere, and he leaned and whispered in my ear.”
“Yeah yeah,” Brawn chuckled quietly, nosing against his fender again, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Love you too, baby.”
“Cuddlin’ more and drivin’ slow,” Windcharger sang softly, nestled comfortably against his bonded’s side, “with no particular place to go.”
Brawn purred, rolling them to a halt on the dusty backroad to nuzzle their front fenders together, field calm and amused, tingling with a shy sort of pleasure. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love me for it.”
Brawn chuckled. “I guess I do.”
“And you’re a grumpus.”
The mech chortled again, “A what now?”
Windcharger nudged him playfully, starting to drive again. “A grumpus. Grouchy but adorable, like a housecat.”
“Excuse me?” Brawn rolled after him, chuckling as Windcharger sped up a little.
“You heard me, Grumpus,” he teased.
“Oh that is it - Come here!”
Windcharger yelped, giggling aloud as he ran from the other mech. Brawn chased after him, keeping right on his tail, laughing helplessly. “You are in so much trouble, buster!”
“Gotta catch me first, Grumpus!”
Their chase left the road, bolting through green fields, taunting one another, driving in circles each chasing the other. Mid-circle Brawn transformed and grabbed him by the hood as he came around, “Gotcha!”
“So you think!” Windcharger transformed, tackling Brawn into the grass. “I’ve got you!”
“We’ll see who’s got whom!” Brawn laughed, wrestling playfully, rolling to pin the other mech beneath him. Windcharger grinned as he was caught, chuckling softly, leaning up to nuzzle his nose. Brawn smiled in return, pressing a little kiss to his lips, hands gently exploring his chest. “I win.”
Windcharger grinned more broadly, lifting up his hands and waggling his fingers. “Not just yet!” Static crackled at the motion and Brawn stiffened in surprise, too startled to escape in the half-klick before Charger’s fingers pressed into his sides, sparks flying as Brawn howled. He toppled to the side, laughing and flailing at his bonded as Windcharger straddled him. “No! No static tickling! That’s cheating!”
“Don’t care!” he laughed, poking and prodding at all the sensitive spots he knew of while Brawn writhed weakly beneath him. If it weren’t for the huge grin and sporadic fits of audible laughter, Charger mused with a grin, one might think Brawn was dying for all his wailing and howling. The assault ended as quickly as it began, Brawn’s arms pinned to the ground by a giggling Windcharger, nuzzling cheek to cheek with the older mech as his laughter died down and he struggled to cycle fresh air through his vents. “You’re so adorable when you smile.”
“I- I’m gonna,” he wheezed, still chuckling. Brawn gave up on words, toppling them to the side to draw him in close, curling around his mate with a low purr of his engine. “You’re a brat.”
“Only to you, love.”
“Well then I feel pretty lucky to have a little brat like you.”
“And I’m lucky to have a big ole grumpus like you.” Windcharger giggled when Brawn gave his side a retaliatory poke. The green jeep sighed as he sat up, pulling Windcharger so his back was flush to his chest, arms draped around the grey and red mech, nuzzling his cheek to the top of his helm. Windcharger gave a small sigh of satisfaction as he nestled in against him, engine starting to purr as his optics shuttered.
The day was cool, a crisp wind stirring the leaves around them, trees of yellow and orange and red stirring a vague nostalgia in the pair as they lay together, fields quietly mingling together, trading little currents of emotion. Windcharger nestled closer to Brawn, dozing in his arms, warm and safe with his lover.
“Drivin’ along as an automobile...”
Windcharger blinked sleepy optics open at the near-whisper, smiling as he leaned his head back, gazing fondly up at his mate. Brawn was blushing and staring resolutely into the distance as his lips moved, arms tightening slightly around the drowsy mech in his lap. “My baby beside me on a hill... lovin’ him more than he’ll ever know... with no particular place to go...”