How to Woo a Femme (Part II)
Title: How to Woo a Femme (Part II)
Verse: G1, Pre-War
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Smokescreen, Chromia, Prowl, Ironhide; SmokescreenxChromia
Word Count: 1, 176
Warnings: Smooching, fluff
Summary: Smokescreen has learned the best method for getting a femme's attention, but it continues to not go well for him.
Notes: For vejiraziel. This is the fourth and final piece of our trade at tf_trading_post. The prompt will remain a secret to prevent spoilers.
Part I
Background Fic-Extra
“Aside from the fact that it was a cheap date, I had fun.”
~~~
Beta'd by pellimusprime.
Can I get a Smokescreen tag please? ><
Smokescreen nudged the femme beside him in the side with his elbow. “I didn’t take you there because it was cheap; I took you because it was fun.”
Chromia smirked and elbowed him back. “But the price was a plus?”
“Hey, hey, I’m a single guardian raising an adorable bitlit all by my lonesome,” Smokescreen snorted. “Besides, who came up with the rule that mechs have to pay for femmes?”
“Who knows?” Chromia mused, nudging the back of her hand against her date’s. “But it’s convenient for me.”
Smokescreen slipped his hand around the femme’s, squeezing it gently. “Lucky you.”
Chromia tipped her head back, smirking, but very obviously holding back a full grin. “Isn’t it also a rule for the mech to walk the femme home?”
At that moment, the pair then stopped directly in front of Smokescreen’s door. “I think my circumstances excuse me from that,” he retorted, doorwings fanning out proudly behind him.
“Oh? Well, I think it’s rude,” Chromia sighed, feigning annoyance. Her fingers twined with Smokescreen’s, drawing their coupled hands behind her as she drew her body toward the mech. “Maybe you should make it up to me.”
Smokescreen broke out into a grin and leaned forward slightly. “Maybe I should,” he mused, raising his other hand to gently tilt the femme’s chin up.
The two leaned forward and Smokescreen’s door opened.
“Oops. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Smokescreen jerked up and scowled at the red mech leaning casually in his doorway that was supporting a drowsy looking Prowl in one arm.
Chromia’s response was to punch the red mech in the chest. “You’re an aft, Ironhide,” she groused.
“Well since I interrupted your kiss, I’d be happy to make it up to you with one of my own,” Ironhide chuckled, not reacting to the punch. “Care to collect now?”
Smokescreen’s doorwings hitched painfully high on his back at the friendly banter. “How about not?” he said, sweeping in between the two. He plucked Prowl away from the larger mech, surprising the lightly snoozing sparkling out of his recharge.
Prowl chirped tiredly, one tiny fist rubbing at his optic as he settled himself into Smokescreen’s familiar hold.
“Awww… Come on Smokey, you can share, can’t ya?” Ironhide cooed, crossing his arms across his wide chest. “After all, she was mine first.”
Smokescreen practically bristled at his words. Ironhide was an old, trusted friend of Chromia’s, which was why he’d allowed the mech to watch his brother, though it had taken some convincing. Unfortunately, it was painfully obvious that the red behemoth had long been interested in the blue femme.
“Enough. Both of you.” Chromia snorted, tactfully placing a hand on each mech’s chest and forcing them back with an unusual strength she seemed to possess.
“Awww… Come on Chromia. I’m just teasing,” Ironhide said, trying to hide a grin behind a pout and failing.
Chromia smirked, but jabbed a finger down the hallway. “Out. Now,” she said firmly, though her tone was amused.
The red mech slunk out of the apartment. “So quick to use me and lose me?”
Chromia shoved Smokescreen into the now vacated doorway before slipping inside after him. “Thanks for looking after Prowl, ‘Hide. See ya later,” she said before promptly shutting the door between them.
“Thank you,” Smokescreen groaned immediately, his doorwings slumping back to a comfortable height. “Primus, he’s an aft.”
Chromia chuckled lightly and patted his shoulder. “It’s part of his charm. I think.”
Smokescreen groaned again and followed the femme as she moved into the living room. “Then what’s part of my charm?”
Chromia grinned and turned around briefly, point a blue finger at the bundle in his arms. “Him.”
“Right, right. You only want to date me to get to my brother.” Smokescreen snorted, plopping down on the couch behind him.
“Correct,” Chromia replied, dropping down beside him. “It has absolutely nothing to do with your wit and handsome face. Nothing at all.”
Smokescreen nudged Chromia’s leg with his knee. “Stop lying to yourself,” he said, giving her a proud grin.
“Who says I’m lying?” Chromia asked innocently. “Could be that my optics are just glitching.”
“Try taking a closer look then, you might change your mind,” Smokescreen suggested, leaning toward her.
“You might be right,” Chromia murmured softly, setting a hand against his shoulder as she leaned in as well. “The closer I get, the better you look.”
“I’m okay with being hot at close range,” Smokescreen rumbled an instant before their lips met.
The kiss was gentle, a soft press of the lips with an almost hesitant movement for the two. Both wanted to draw out the sweet sensation without going beyond the normal bounds of a first kiss.
“You’re easier on all five senses at close range,” Chromia breathed, drawing away only slightly.
“Have we hit on taste yet?” Smokescreen mused quietly, optics dim.
“Not enough,” Chromia admitted, pulling their lips together again.
While equally sweet and gentle as before, there was a more privileged feel to the kiss. The movement was faster, almost demanding, but without an out of control feel to it.
Smokescreen’s hand rose up, gripping onto Chromia’s side, sliding their bodies closer. The feel of her plating, warm and smooth against his legs, only served to increase the sensation of the kiss. The hand on her side slid up slowly, softly running across small seams. The femme shivered under his hand, leaning just slightly into the touch. His fingers pressed in, starting to travel up and around towards-
“Smookescreem!”
Smokescreen jerked away so fast that there may have been an audible pop as their lips disconnected. “Prowl?” he asked, staring down at the previously slumbering sparkling.
“Smookescreem!” Prowl said again, reaching his tiny hands up.
“His first words?” Chromia asked, peering down at the small mech. She didn’t look the least bit put off by the interruption. On the contrary, she looked delighted by it.
“Yeah,” Smokescreen said, looking stunned. “His voice mimicking programs must have just activated.”
Prowl tilted his head back to peer at the femme next to him. “Mia!”
Chromia grinned brightly and swept her hands down to tickle the little mech’s sides. “Good, good,” she cooed. “Chromia!”
Prowl thrashed and giggled under the onslaught of the tickle attack, his tiny doorwings flailing behind him.
“Primus, he already knows you too…” Smokescreen mumbled.
“He’s a smart little spark,” Chromia noted, optics twinkling as she paused her ministrations. The sparkling collapsed against her hands, vents panting even as he grinned widely. “Just like his brother I suppose.”
Smokescreen gathered Prowl into his arms and hugged the exhausted bitlet to his chest. “Oh?”
“I suppose so,” Chromia said, scooting over so their sides were pressed together.
“That may be the nicest compliment you’ve given me,” Smokescreen noted.
“Well I need to toss you something everyone once in a while,” Chromia mused, slipping an arm around the mech’s shoulders.
“Have to keep me interested so you can get to my brother?”
“Exactly.”
Verse: G1, Pre-War
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Smokescreen, Chromia, Prowl, Ironhide; SmokescreenxChromia
Word Count: 1, 176
Warnings: Smooching, fluff
Summary: Smokescreen has learned the best method for getting a femme's attention, but it continues to not go well for him.
Notes: For vejiraziel. This is the fourth and final piece of our trade at tf_trading_post. The prompt will remain a secret to prevent spoilers.
Part I
Background Fic-Extra
“Aside from the fact that it was a cheap date, I had fun.”
~~~
Beta'd by pellimusprime.
Can I get a Smokescreen tag please? ><
Smokescreen nudged the femme beside him in the side with his elbow. “I didn’t take you there because it was cheap; I took you because it was fun.”
Chromia smirked and elbowed him back. “But the price was a plus?”
“Hey, hey, I’m a single guardian raising an adorable bitlit all by my lonesome,” Smokescreen snorted. “Besides, who came up with the rule that mechs have to pay for femmes?”
“Who knows?” Chromia mused, nudging the back of her hand against her date’s. “But it’s convenient for me.”
Smokescreen slipped his hand around the femme’s, squeezing it gently. “Lucky you.”
Chromia tipped her head back, smirking, but very obviously holding back a full grin. “Isn’t it also a rule for the mech to walk the femme home?”
At that moment, the pair then stopped directly in front of Smokescreen’s door. “I think my circumstances excuse me from that,” he retorted, doorwings fanning out proudly behind him.
“Oh? Well, I think it’s rude,” Chromia sighed, feigning annoyance. Her fingers twined with Smokescreen’s, drawing their coupled hands behind her as she drew her body toward the mech. “Maybe you should make it up to me.”
Smokescreen broke out into a grin and leaned forward slightly. “Maybe I should,” he mused, raising his other hand to gently tilt the femme’s chin up.
The two leaned forward and Smokescreen’s door opened.
“Oops. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Smokescreen jerked up and scowled at the red mech leaning casually in his doorway that was supporting a drowsy looking Prowl in one arm.
Chromia’s response was to punch the red mech in the chest. “You’re an aft, Ironhide,” she groused.
“Well since I interrupted your kiss, I’d be happy to make it up to you with one of my own,” Ironhide chuckled, not reacting to the punch. “Care to collect now?”
Smokescreen’s doorwings hitched painfully high on his back at the friendly banter. “How about not?” he said, sweeping in between the two. He plucked Prowl away from the larger mech, surprising the lightly snoozing sparkling out of his recharge.
Prowl chirped tiredly, one tiny fist rubbing at his optic as he settled himself into Smokescreen’s familiar hold.
“Awww… Come on Smokey, you can share, can’t ya?” Ironhide cooed, crossing his arms across his wide chest. “After all, she was mine first.”
Smokescreen practically bristled at his words. Ironhide was an old, trusted friend of Chromia’s, which was why he’d allowed the mech to watch his brother, though it had taken some convincing. Unfortunately, it was painfully obvious that the red behemoth had long been interested in the blue femme.
“Enough. Both of you.” Chromia snorted, tactfully placing a hand on each mech’s chest and forcing them back with an unusual strength she seemed to possess.
“Awww… Come on Chromia. I’m just teasing,” Ironhide said, trying to hide a grin behind a pout and failing.
Chromia smirked, but jabbed a finger down the hallway. “Out. Now,” she said firmly, though her tone was amused.
The red mech slunk out of the apartment. “So quick to use me and lose me?”
Chromia shoved Smokescreen into the now vacated doorway before slipping inside after him. “Thanks for looking after Prowl, ‘Hide. See ya later,” she said before promptly shutting the door between them.
“Thank you,” Smokescreen groaned immediately, his doorwings slumping back to a comfortable height. “Primus, he’s an aft.”
Chromia chuckled lightly and patted his shoulder. “It’s part of his charm. I think.”
Smokescreen groaned again and followed the femme as she moved into the living room. “Then what’s part of my charm?”
Chromia grinned and turned around briefly, point a blue finger at the bundle in his arms. “Him.”
“Right, right. You only want to date me to get to my brother.” Smokescreen snorted, plopping down on the couch behind him.
“Correct,” Chromia replied, dropping down beside him. “It has absolutely nothing to do with your wit and handsome face. Nothing at all.”
Smokescreen nudged Chromia’s leg with his knee. “Stop lying to yourself,” he said, giving her a proud grin.
“Who says I’m lying?” Chromia asked innocently. “Could be that my optics are just glitching.”
“Try taking a closer look then, you might change your mind,” Smokescreen suggested, leaning toward her.
“You might be right,” Chromia murmured softly, setting a hand against his shoulder as she leaned in as well. “The closer I get, the better you look.”
“I’m okay with being hot at close range,” Smokescreen rumbled an instant before their lips met.
The kiss was gentle, a soft press of the lips with an almost hesitant movement for the two. Both wanted to draw out the sweet sensation without going beyond the normal bounds of a first kiss.
“You’re easier on all five senses at close range,” Chromia breathed, drawing away only slightly.
“Have we hit on taste yet?” Smokescreen mused quietly, optics dim.
“Not enough,” Chromia admitted, pulling their lips together again.
While equally sweet and gentle as before, there was a more privileged feel to the kiss. The movement was faster, almost demanding, but without an out of control feel to it.
Smokescreen’s hand rose up, gripping onto Chromia’s side, sliding their bodies closer. The feel of her plating, warm and smooth against his legs, only served to increase the sensation of the kiss. The hand on her side slid up slowly, softly running across small seams. The femme shivered under his hand, leaning just slightly into the touch. His fingers pressed in, starting to travel up and around towards-
“Smookescreem!”
Smokescreen jerked away so fast that there may have been an audible pop as their lips disconnected. “Prowl?” he asked, staring down at the previously slumbering sparkling.
“Smookescreem!” Prowl said again, reaching his tiny hands up.
“His first words?” Chromia asked, peering down at the small mech. She didn’t look the least bit put off by the interruption. On the contrary, she looked delighted by it.
“Yeah,” Smokescreen said, looking stunned. “His voice mimicking programs must have just activated.”
Prowl tilted his head back to peer at the femme next to him. “Mia!”
Chromia grinned brightly and swept her hands down to tickle the little mech’s sides. “Good, good,” she cooed. “Chromia!”
Prowl thrashed and giggled under the onslaught of the tickle attack, his tiny doorwings flailing behind him.
“Primus, he already knows you too…” Smokescreen mumbled.
“He’s a smart little spark,” Chromia noted, optics twinkling as she paused her ministrations. The sparkling collapsed against her hands, vents panting even as he grinned widely. “Just like his brother I suppose.”
Smokescreen gathered Prowl into his arms and hugged the exhausted bitlet to his chest. “Oh?”
“I suppose so,” Chromia said, scooting over so their sides were pressed together.
“That may be the nicest compliment you’ve given me,” Smokescreen noted.
“Well I need to toss you something everyone once in a while,” Chromia mused, slipping an arm around the mech’s shoulders.
“Have to keep me interested so you can get to my brother?”
“Exactly.”