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Finding Salvation - Chapter 18
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This entire section, besides being comedy filler, was inspired by my husband's lewd sense of humor. We had seen this woman with very vibrant multicolored hair, and Hubby commented that he doubted the curtain matched the carpet.
It was mid-morning as she made her way back to the canteen. She had left her cell phone on a table and needed to retrieve it. Surely Special Agent Smith had finished his poached eggs by now and was else wherespreading hate and discontent.
Sira walked through the doorway and looked around; the Lamborghini twinswere sitting at a mech-sized table. She quietly walked across the room - not sneaking, just not drawing attention to herself. She knew that they knew she was there.
"When do we get one?" Sideswipe all but whined to his brother.
"I don't want one," stated Sunstreaker. "They are messy. They shed and you have to feed them. We are not getting one."
It is a nod to IDW's Infiltration series, where sunny goes off about how many skin cells humans shed everyday.
"Oh, come on. They look like fun. They have to be fun; everybody has 'em. Bee's got two. Ironhide has three, soon to be four. Frag it, even Prime has one. I think we should get one like this." The red twin pointed to something on the table.
I really despise fics where every mech has a human partner, or everyone hooks up with someone else. And lets face it, not every Autobot is going to like human beans. ;)
Sira hung her head in defeat. Curiosity had just gotten the best of her, and against her better judgment she approached the warriors.
"Hey guys, I have to ask. What are you talking about?" she hoped she sounded casual.
Sira is somewhat of a dumbass, and she just can't help herself, even when she noes it will be bad.
Sunny gave her a dour look while 'Sides graced her with the largest smile a 'Bot could give.
"I'm trying to talk Sunny into getting our own human. I want one like this." the red brother said as he picked a human sized magazine up off the table, and showed it to Sira.
Sira covered her mouth with a hand as the three page spread dangled before her. A naked woman lay on the hood of a metallic gray Ferrari F430. Platinum blond hair tangled in the chrome air intake under the frontof the car. Red plump lips pouted seductively at the viewer.
I always wondered what a Cybertronian would think of nude woman laid out on the hood of a car. Would they find it revolting, or would they start looking at humans as something with a whole different potential?
"Come on Sunny. What's not to like, she's even two-toned." 'Sides quipped.
Sira had to vacate the area -immediately. She knew she was going to loose it before she made it to Prime's office. She stood against the wall and took several deep breaths to compose her self. This had to be delivered properly. She rapped her knuckles on the door frame to get his attention.
Hey, misery loves company.
Optimus smiled when he saw who had paid him a visit. Usually, Sira was going to bed at this hour and wouldn't bee seen until the afternoon. His joy was short lived as he realized she looked like she was in discomfort.
Yeah, a POV change. This is one to the thousands of little things I want to change.
"Sira, what's wrong? Are you injured?"
She shook her head. "The twins are trying to pick a pet human out of a magazine," her words were stilted. She was having a hard time keeping her composure.
Optimus remained quiet as he processed her words.
"Google Hustler Magazine," she suggested.
The big mech's optics widened. He ran a hand over his face. The effect on the woman was immediate. She collapsed into laughing so hard she had to lean against the door frame for support.
Gotta torture OP. He is so honorable and dignified, I love seeing him in situations where he is either embarrassed, shocked or so far out of his element that he has no words. Sira is just evil at times. She likes dragging him into humiliating situations and in truth, he likes that fact that she doesn't treat him like a Prime, but as a friend.
Sira looked up in time to see a particular bad suite rounding the corner. "Hey, Simmons is here, she announced in between chuckles.
The Autobot Commander rubbed his face with both hands and moaned to himself. It was not going to be a good day.
POV shift. Gaw.
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