New chapters of "On the Freedom of Existence" and "Hunting Party"
Okay, here are the links to the next chapter of a giftfic to Yuuzaiden, who took the four icons that I_stalk_piccolo kindly made and allowed me to use and turned them into the icon above in warp speed! Thanks, Yuuzaiden!
Here it is.... the third chapter of, "On The Freedom Of Existence", a Prowl strory.
On the Freedom of Existence.
Summary: Prowl wakes up in the Autobot workshop, on a strange planet, with no recollection of how he got there. Additionally, he is faced with an odd conundrum: why are his fighting companions treating him like an enemy?
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro and Dreamworks/Paramount, not me.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4224550/3/On_The_Freedom_Of_Existence
Chapter 7 of "Hunting Party"-Femme Recon.
Hunting Party
Summary: Five new arrivals to the Autobot base cause a stir just by being there.
Pairings: Plenty, but you’ll have to wait and see who! Mainly canonical. There are NO OC’s
Rating: M for adult themes.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro and DreamWorks/Paramount.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4066225/7/Hunting_Party
For those who have been following this on this site.....
Hunting Party.
Chapter Seven.
Femme Recon.
A/N thanks to Clankclankboom (livejournal) for the idea about the sirens.
“Chromia and I can take Ironhide to the medical bay, which should be near the recharge room. If not, the medic there can tell us where the recharge chambers are, and then we can all get checked over.” Stated Elita, as Chromia reached into the awkward place on Ironhide’s dorsal surface, where Ironhide’s spinal column ended - two inches down into the cleft where his legs began - to press his re-online button.
Ironhide’s optics clicked and then slowly unshuttered as his reboot kicked in, and then he smiled tenderly up at Chromia. Elita and Chromia helped him off the weapons table, each looping one of Ironhide’s arms over their shoulders to steady him as he stood.
“I can get to recharge by myself.” He protested weakly, although both Elita and Chromia could tell that if they were not supporting him, he would have fallen over with exhaustion.
“Well, if your recharge berths are near your medical bay, we can take you there.” said Elita.” After all, your medic - Ratchet isn’t it? - will want to give us a look over. Then, a few of us can give him a look over!” Elita said with a saucy wink. “Your recharge chambers are near or in the medical bay aren’t they?” she asked. Ironhide responded with a nod.
“I can direct you on the way.” He said. “When you come out of the door of this room, go right to start with.”
Elita said “Well, let’s go! Ratchet awaits our presence!”
“With all due respect, Team Leader, slag that!” Moonracer said in disgust. “He’ll have his hands full enough with the four of you and Ironhide. I have my next date waiting in another room for me, so if I may have your permission, Team Leader…?” She tailed off and gazed at Elita, who gave a cheerful laugh.
“Very well, Moonracer, don’t keep your next date waiting, and if he’s good, point him our way if he’s up for more!” Elita said. “You’re a fast worker if you found him while going for Ironhide’s energon.”
Moonracer walked out with the others, and then peeled off when Ironhide directed them with single words and hand signals to the medical bay. She carried on up the corridor until she reached the room where she had left the little red mech she had seen earlier. Surreptitiously, she peered around the door to look into the room.
She smiled as she saw that he was pretty much where she’d left him, optics still shuttered, and a look of bliss on his face. Silently, she crept into the room, as stealthy as she was when creeping up on unsuspecting Decepticons, although what she had in store for him was nothing she had done, nor had wanted to do, to any of those Decepticons she had stalked and hunted down.
She silently walked over until she was next to his sofa, then, extending both slender index fingers and bending down from the waist towards him, she stroked the tips of those index fingers swiftly, teasingly, down both his head-antennae.
Cliffjumper’s reaction was instantaneous. His optics shot open abruptly and he jerked upright with a gasp, his back arching and his arms and legs locking, his head on his neck tipping back. By the time he had finished reacting, Moonracer’s arms were around him, and she pulled him up against her so they were chest to chest and their faces were almost on a level with each other.
“I promised I’d come back for you.” She purred to him as her piercing blue optics looked at and caught the attention of his. “So, here I am. Now, what should we do next, hmm?” she asked, as she dropped her head and nuzzled the side of his neck.
“Just keep doing that.” Was all he managed to say in response, his optics half-shuttering again in pleasure. As she lay them both back down on the sofa, Moonracer was only too happy to oblige.
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As Elita and Chromia brought Ironhide in, Ratchet snorted with exasperation.
“There you are! Bring Ironhide over here and let me check that you’re all healthy. You should have come to me first!”
“Ah, come on Ratchet.” Elita said as they followed Ratchet to the recharging area. “We’ve still got plenty of energy left for you.”
If Ratchet had been human, he would have blushed.
“For medical reasons only!” he said. “I would have liked to have reassured myself that you were okay, even just a scan, before you went running off around the Base like that!”
“Then once we get this one in recharge, scan me!” she said. Her face creased with annoyance. “That’s if we can find a recharge unit that’s not in use!” she said.
Ratchet looked at all the timers. “Here, Mirage’s time is almost done, we’ll take him out and put him in there.” He said.
As Mirage groggily got out, Firestar grabbed his wrist gently to pull him aside. He almost overbalanced, but she supported him, as Ratchet helped Elita and Chromia put Ironhide in the now-available chamber.
Firestar’s arm was around Mirage’s waist to support him, and as the recharge-disorientation began to wear off, he was suddenly very aware of how they were touching, the feel of her delicate hand on his waist, his own hands holding her shoulders. He looked at her face, to find her optics looking into his. She turned him so they were facing each other, and she raised a tentative hand to the back of his head, pulled his head down towards hers lightly, giving him an opportunity to resist.
Resisting was the last thing on Mirage’s mind, as he put his arms around her, pulled her closer, and returned the hungry kiss she planted on his mouth. For her part, she planted both her hands on the small of his back, and smoothed them down to caress Mirage’s aft.
“Perhaps you two could take enough time out from each other to round the corner? There are rest pallets for you to use there.” asked Ratchet, who had finished putting Ironhide in recharge and turned in time to see the clinch. A hand snaked around from behind, gripped his shoulder, and he allowed his body to swivel at the waist as Elita pulled at him.
“I thought you were going to scan us?” she said. “Here we are, you moaned about not being able to scan us, well, here we are, so scan us!”
Ratchet did, scanning first Elita, and then Arcee, and then Chromia. He looked back towards where Firestar and Mirage, still holding each other, were wandering unsteadily off towards the area Ratchet had directed.
“If I can get that pair apart long enough, I’ll scan her too. And where’s the other? Cliffjumper said there wsere five of you?”
“Moonracer? She’s too busy with someone else right now, and Firestar is in as good health as the rest of us. C’mon, let’s see your office.” aid Elita, slipping her hand around Ratchet’s waist, pulling him to her so their legs and bodies touched. She ran a hand lightly over the pipework supporting his lights and he giggled, rapidly losing any sense of clinical detachment, especially when Chromia ran her hands down his back, wiggling her fingers sensuously. Elita kept pulling him towards his office, sliding her fingers of one hand teasingly round his lights and wrapping them around the bars, sliding the hand up and down the bars supporting them. He giggled again-the bars and lights were incredibly sensitive.
“Carry on doing that, and you’ll set my sirens off!” he said, not really resisting and not really caring.
“Good!” said Elita wickedly. “That’s what I’m trying to do!”
“Ooh, can I try too?” asked Chromia, coming around to his other side. Ratchet stared.
“What….both of you…at once?” he asked, not believing his luck.
“Well….not if you don’t want to…..” Chromia said sadly. As she went to move away, he caught her around the waist with one arm.
“I didn’t say that.” He said.” Now, I believe you two ladies wanted to see my office?”
He led them towards it.
Jazz came in just in time to see Ratchet and the pair of femmes go in the office, and Mirage and Firestar, still interlocked, finally get round the corner.
“What?” he said, and cursed inventively. “I just go for a lubrication break an’ I miss out? Jus’ my luck!” he groused.
He felt a tap on his arm, and turned.
“Will I do, or are you waiting for someone bigger?” Arcee asked him. Jazz stared so hard that his visor dropped into place as he lost concentration. Arcee giggled.
Ooh, pretty nice, handsome!” she said. “So, is my luck in or not?”
“Of course! Small is beautiful, as the humans say.” He told her. “Want to come back to my place to listen to some music?” he asked her. She slipped a hand round his arm and leaned her head against it.
“I’d rather go to your place and do something else that some humans, for their equivalent, sometimes call ‘making beautiful music together’.” she told him, winking saucily.
Jazz stared: he was quite well up on human slang, so knew exactly what she meant.
“Now that’s an offer I ain’t turnin’ down!” he responded. “C’mon, I’ll show you where I hang out when I’m not in the rec room, and there’s a nice rest pallet there.
Together, they headed off down the corridor.
A/N (Yes,Ironhide’s reonline button is down in what humans would call the ‘ass cleft/crack!)
Enjoy!
Lugianna