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Title: Autobotus Interruptus
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Ironhide, Sarah/Will
Genre: Humor
Will’s home, he’s finally home after going back to that hell-hole of a place called Qatar searching for Scorponok and- who cares if the mission as a success or not? He’s home, he’s here and she’s leaning back in a chair, arched and panting as Will makes up for every moment he’s been absent from home, from Anna, from her.
Every tender touch, every soft kiss and caress pulls a breathy sound from her throat, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Breath hitching, Sarah opens her eyes and reaches down to stroke her husband’s hair, unfocused and adoring. Her needy moan suddenly turns into a squeal of horror, making Will pause.
“Babe?” He asks, one eyebrow raised in the pale blue light, eyeing Sarah who is now covering herself with her hands.
His wife slowly points to the window, and the Army Captain turns. Their resident alien watches them for a moment, his own expression mimicking Will’s. “You’ve done it before,” the mech says in slight confusion. “That is not how you procreate.”
Her husband, Sarah’s dear, dear husband takes a flying nude leap towards the window. “You’d better not be recording!” He roars, and the mech shrugs.
“Ratchet asked.”
Sarah feels like she’s going to spontaneously combust right then and there. Or set fire to Ratchet. And maybe Ironhide.
Title: Girl Talk
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Ensemble, Sarah and Mikaela main, mentions of SamBeeMikaela
Genre: Humor/Girliness
Simmons lets out a yelp and limps away, yelling, “That was my ass, damnit!”
Sarah smiles viciously, triumphant, lying prone inside a small hollow inside the tower of scrap metal and cars, her weapon trained on the most likely location someone would appear from. She would reply, but that would give her position away, and she isn’t giving the enemy team any chances.
There’s a soft scrape behind her, and the woman rolls over raising her foot- hand-to-hand is allowed in this little exercise- and pauses when she hears a startled whisper of “Hide’s Tramp Stamp!”
Password said, she lowers her leg, looking at the wide eyes behind the dark face paint. “Huah, Mikaela.” Sarah murmurs with a grin, noting that the young woman looks a little strained about almost getting kicked in the stomach.
“You’re a Marine?”
She rolls back over, leaving enough room for Mikaela to scoot in beside her. “No, Air Force. Hoorah’s Marine,” Sarah responds, calmly looking through her weapon’s scope. “Ex-sniper, retired to have Anna.”
“Oh.” Mikaela says, sounding thoughtful.
Sarah would ask what she’s doing here instead of going after her boyfriend but her husband has just come into view, thinking he’s being sneaky, rolling from one tower of random obstacle to the next, getting closer and closer to their flag.
Exhale, pause, fire.
Will yelps, bright yellow blooming on his left shoulder. He leaves the field, cursing snipers.
“Cover my six, would you?”
“What?” The girl sounds confused, and it takes a moment for Sarah to remember that she isn’t military.
“My rear, make sure no one sneaks up on me like you did.”
There’s shifting and Sarah feels something bump against her feet for a moment. And as soon as the silence settles, the girl starts fidgeting, coughing, and muttering. Forget Sam, his girlfriend is just as bad if not worse.
“Talk,” she orders in her best TI voice.
She can hear the girl shrink in on herself and mumble, and Sarah growls, firing as Epps comes into view, cursing when he manages to escape back behind cover. “Gonna have to move the base,” she mutters, their enemies aren’t stupid- they’ve probably noticed their comrades’ demises in the area early on.
Mikaela takes a breath and then stops, making Sarah snort in impatience. “Something’s bugging you, and it could compromise our team’s success.”
She gets the impression that the younger woman is boring holes into the back of her head. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, motioning for the girl to move and crawling out after her. “And you sought me out instead of making your boyfriend look like an impressionist painting, why?”
Mikaela makes a hesitant sound, expertly diving behind a slab of concrete and ducking into the trench that leads to their base, Sarah following quickly. “It’s just- Oh! I don’t even know how to ask!”
“Just spit it out,” Sarah says wryly, grabbing their ‘flag’, a pink leopard print bikini bottom, gracefully borrowed from one of their other teammates, Diana. Mikaela leads the way, low crawling out through the tunnel and pausing just at the exit to check for enemies.
Sarah can’t hear anything, but the girl’s younger ears might pick up something her years of dealing with high powered rifles might not. From the way Mikaela shimmies out, they’re in the clear for now.
“I- Sam, he and- Well.“ Oh, boy problems.
Sarah smiles warmly, she remembers when she was like that with Will. Is he the right one? Will we last? Does he love me? All her answers have been ‘Yes’ so far, and it’s sweet to think that the younger woman was getting serious about Sam.
They're interrupted by gunfire for a while, Epps rallying his ragged troops to get back at the two women who'd reduced their numbers considerably. Their impasse is broken when Nina, Marissa, and Rachel barrel in from behind like big damn heroes, breaking the Chief's hasty defense. Rachel and Nina run off after them as they make a strategic retreat, while Marissa stays behind to guard them as they set up their new base.
They both quiet for most of the set up before Mikaela finally rattles out something that makes her go, “I’m sorry?”
The girl’s face is bright red behind the dark paint, she knows it. “I was wondering if Ironhide was interested in, ah, joining in like Bee is?”
“…Joining in.” Sarah says slowly, carefully. This… This could definitely cost their team the lead if she’s sitting there trying to pick her brain up from around her ankles in the hopes that Mikaela isn’t alluding to what she thinks she is. “Joining in, as in sex?”
The girl coughs, and nods. “Um. Yes.”
At least it sounds quiet on their section of the field for now, though it’s loud where Nina is allowed to play with her modified paint-guns, and if there’s anyone Sarah doesn’t want to go up against it’s the woman who can match Wheeljack for sheer genius and penchant for explosions.
Sarah rubs a hand up her face and through her hair, not caring if there’s paint transfer. “Mikaela. Honey. You and Sam are our U.S. cultural liaisons to the Autobots, and you two are wonderful and great and have really helped keep us from screwing this up- but I really don’t think that’s part of your job.”
The brunette seems to deflate a little, “Oh. So he doesn’t, huh?”
“No,” Sarah says in what she hopes is a mild tone; it sounds like all three of them are comfortable with the idea and she doesn’t want the young girl to think that there’s something wrong with their arrangement. Interspecies relationships aren’t something she considers taboo, but the sheer size difference is what’s tripping her up, so she just scans the area for a good sniping spot just to give herself some time to think. Their holomatter forms aside, she has no idea how that would work, and it’s that perverse, imaginative part of her that makes her ask. “Is it good, at least?”
From the low, sultry chuckle she receives, yes, yes it is.
Title: Autobotus Interruptus
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Ironhide, Sarah/Will
Genre: Humor
Will’s home, he’s finally home after going back to that hell-hole of a place called Qatar searching for Scorponok and- who cares if the mission as a success or not? He’s home, he’s here and she’s leaning back in a chair, arched and panting as Will makes up for every moment he’s been absent from home, from Anna, from her.
Every tender touch, every soft kiss and caress pulls a breathy sound from her throat, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Breath hitching, Sarah opens her eyes and reaches down to stroke her husband’s hair, unfocused and adoring. Her needy moan suddenly turns into a squeal of horror, making Will pause.
“Babe?” He asks, one eyebrow raised in the pale blue light, eyeing Sarah who is now covering herself with her hands.
His wife slowly points to the window, and the Army Captain turns. Their resident alien watches them for a moment, his own expression mimicking Will’s. “You’ve done it before,” the mech says in slight confusion. “That is not how you procreate.”
Her husband, Sarah’s dear, dear husband takes a flying nude leap towards the window. “You’d better not be recording!” He roars, and the mech shrugs.
“Ratchet asked.”
Sarah feels like she’s going to spontaneously combust right then and there. Or set fire to Ratchet. And maybe Ironhide.
Title: Girl Talk
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Ensemble, Sarah and Mikaela main, mentions of SamBeeMikaela
Genre: Humor/Girliness
Simmons lets out a yelp and limps away, yelling, “That was my ass, damnit!”
Sarah smiles viciously, triumphant, lying prone inside a small hollow inside the tower of scrap metal and cars, her weapon trained on the most likely location someone would appear from. She would reply, but that would give her position away, and she isn’t giving the enemy team any chances.
There’s a soft scrape behind her, and the woman rolls over raising her foot- hand-to-hand is allowed in this little exercise- and pauses when she hears a startled whisper of “Hide’s Tramp Stamp!”
Password said, she lowers her leg, looking at the wide eyes behind the dark face paint. “Huah, Mikaela.” Sarah murmurs with a grin, noting that the young woman looks a little strained about almost getting kicked in the stomach.
“You’re a Marine?”
She rolls back over, leaving enough room for Mikaela to scoot in beside her. “No, Air Force. Hoorah’s Marine,” Sarah responds, calmly looking through her weapon’s scope. “Ex-sniper, retired to have Anna.”
“Oh.” Mikaela says, sounding thoughtful.
Sarah would ask what she’s doing here instead of going after her boyfriend but her husband has just come into view, thinking he’s being sneaky, rolling from one tower of random obstacle to the next, getting closer and closer to their flag.
Exhale, pause, fire.
Will yelps, bright yellow blooming on his left shoulder. He leaves the field, cursing snipers.
“Cover my six, would you?”
“What?” The girl sounds confused, and it takes a moment for Sarah to remember that she isn’t military.
“My rear, make sure no one sneaks up on me like you did.”
There’s shifting and Sarah feels something bump against her feet for a moment. And as soon as the silence settles, the girl starts fidgeting, coughing, and muttering. Forget Sam, his girlfriend is just as bad if not worse.
“Talk,” she orders in her best TI voice.
She can hear the girl shrink in on herself and mumble, and Sarah growls, firing as Epps comes into view, cursing when he manages to escape back behind cover. “Gonna have to move the base,” she mutters, their enemies aren’t stupid- they’ve probably noticed their comrades’ demises in the area early on.
Mikaela takes a breath and then stops, making Sarah snort in impatience. “Something’s bugging you, and it could compromise our team’s success.”
She gets the impression that the younger woman is boring holes into the back of her head. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, motioning for the girl to move and crawling out after her. “And you sought me out instead of making your boyfriend look like an impressionist painting, why?”
Mikaela makes a hesitant sound, expertly diving behind a slab of concrete and ducking into the trench that leads to their base, Sarah following quickly. “It’s just- Oh! I don’t even know how to ask!”
“Just spit it out,” Sarah says wryly, grabbing their ‘flag’, a pink leopard print bikini bottom, gracefully borrowed from one of their other teammates, Diana. Mikaela leads the way, low crawling out through the tunnel and pausing just at the exit to check for enemies.
Sarah can’t hear anything, but the girl’s younger ears might pick up something her years of dealing with high powered rifles might not. From the way Mikaela shimmies out, they’re in the clear for now.
“I- Sam, he and- Well.“ Oh, boy problems.
Sarah smiles warmly, she remembers when she was like that with Will. Is he the right one? Will we last? Does he love me? All her answers have been ‘Yes’ so far, and it’s sweet to think that the younger woman was getting serious about Sam.
They're interrupted by gunfire for a while, Epps rallying his ragged troops to get back at the two women who'd reduced their numbers considerably. Their impasse is broken when Nina, Marissa, and Rachel barrel in from behind like big damn heroes, breaking the Chief's hasty defense. Rachel and Nina run off after them as they make a strategic retreat, while Marissa stays behind to guard them as they set up their new base.
They both quiet for most of the set up before Mikaela finally rattles out something that makes her go, “I’m sorry?”
The girl’s face is bright red behind the dark paint, she knows it. “I was wondering if Ironhide was interested in, ah, joining in like Bee is?”
“…Joining in.” Sarah says slowly, carefully. This… This could definitely cost their team the lead if she’s sitting there trying to pick her brain up from around her ankles in the hopes that Mikaela isn’t alluding to what she thinks she is. “Joining in, as in sex?”
The girl coughs, and nods. “Um. Yes.”
At least it sounds quiet on their section of the field for now, though it’s loud where Nina is allowed to play with her modified paint-guns, and if there’s anyone Sarah doesn’t want to go up against it’s the woman who can match Wheeljack for sheer genius and penchant for explosions.
Sarah rubs a hand up her face and through her hair, not caring if there’s paint transfer. “Mikaela. Honey. You and Sam are our U.S. cultural liaisons to the Autobots, and you two are wonderful and great and have really helped keep us from screwing this up- but I really don’t think that’s part of your job.”
The brunette seems to deflate a little, “Oh. So he doesn’t, huh?”
“No,” Sarah says in what she hopes is a mild tone; it sounds like all three of them are comfortable with the idea and she doesn’t want the young girl to think that there’s something wrong with their arrangement. Interspecies relationships aren’t something she considers taboo, but the sheer size difference is what’s tripping her up, so she just scans the area for a good sniping spot just to give herself some time to think. Their holomatter forms aside, she has no idea how that would work, and it’s that perverse, imaginative part of her that makes her ask. “Is it good, at least?”
From the low, sultry chuckle she receives, yes, yes it is.