Hot Patootie/Bless My Soul- Meatloaf (Rocky Horror Picture Show)
If you read the lyrics of the song, the ficlet kinda makes sense... XD
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"Wheeljack..." The yellow mech growled, a warning of his dwindling patience. "What the frag are we doing here?" Unaffected by his lover's mood, Wheeljack tugged on Sunstreaker's hand, pulling him closer to the railing on the edge of the cliff. "Come on!" he chirped happily. "This is like some kind of tradition on the planet!" "Is it tradition to fornicate on a dark cliff side?” Sunstreaker snorted dubiously. “Well-Yeah, I suppose so.” Wheeljack admitted almost too readily as he forced his partner to sit down near a railing on the darkened, but populated cliff. With a happy thump, he plopped down next to him. “Human fluids are disgusting.” Sunstreaker said dryly, his optics focused on the parked car beside where they were sitting. The two humans in the back were rather energetically trying to eat each other’s faces and he was pretty damn sure they had shed a few layers of clothes. “Sunny, come on! This is a date! You need to enjoy yourself!” Wheeljack said suddenly, poking Sunstreaker’s shoulder plating to distract him. “Yeah come on Sunny, enjoy yourself!” Came a voice that had no clear source. Sunstreaker’s gaze darkened as he recognized the voice. “Sides, get the frag out of here!” he spat into the darkness where he was sure a red Lamborghini was creeping lurking. His only answer was a cackle.
If you read the lyrics of the song, the ficlet kinda makes sense... XD
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"Wheeljack..." The yellow mech growled, a warning of his dwindling patience. "What the frag are we doing here?"
Unaffected by his lover's mood, Wheeljack tugged on Sunstreaker's hand, pulling him closer to the railing on the edge of the cliff. "Come on!" he chirped happily. "This is like some kind of tradition on the planet!"
"Is it tradition to fornicate on a dark cliff side?” Sunstreaker snorted dubiously.
“Well-Yeah, I suppose so.” Wheeljack admitted almost too readily as he forced his partner to sit down near a railing on the darkened, but populated cliff. With a happy thump, he plopped down next to him.
“Human fluids are disgusting.” Sunstreaker said dryly, his optics focused on the parked car beside where they were sitting. The two humans in the back were rather energetically trying to eat each other’s faces and he was pretty damn sure they had shed a few layers of clothes.
“Sunny, come on! This is a date! You need to enjoy yourself!” Wheeljack said suddenly, poking Sunstreaker’s shoulder plating to distract him.
“Yeah come on Sunny, enjoy yourself!” Came a voice that had no clear source.
Sunstreaker’s gaze darkened as he recognized the voice. “Sides, get the frag out of here!” he spat into the darkness where he was sure a red Lamborghini was creeping lurking.
His only answer was a cackle.
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