TF: What Happens In Vegas
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairing: Smokescreen/Windcharger
Warnings: None, thanks to Smokescreen
Prompt: Smokescreen/Windcharger, they'd never mention it, but they'll never forget it
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Author’s Notes: Written for the tf_rare_pairing Fanwork-A-Thon I’m opting in to the lottery, what can I say, I’m greedy… Well, I was until Smokescreen decided to have his say. Or not as the case may be. Didn’t reach 500 words, and I don’t want to try and push my luck. But I kinda like this piece, so you get to read it.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Font Used: Shark in the Water
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” Smokescreen muttered.
“What? We’re not in Vegas.” Windcharger rolled over, snuggling up against Smokescreen. Smokescreen flicked a doorwing out of the way and wrapped his arm around the smaller mech.
“Yeah.”
“You’re not going to tell me this was a one off, right?”
“Um…”
Windcharger pushed up and away from Smokescreen. “Seriously?”
“Windcharger, listen…”
“No, you listen… you can’t just expect that once we’ve ‘faced you get to walk away and pretend nothing happened.”
“I’m not saying that!”
“Then what are you saying?” Smokescreen sighed, reaching for Windcharger.
“I’ve got a reputation, you know I have.” He murmured softly, relieved when Windcharger settled back against him. “And most mechs don’t really like to have their names associated with mine.”
“But I…”
“Listen…” Smokescreen urged, one hand rubbing small circles over Windcharger’s back plating. “I don’t want you suffering anything because of any association with me. I care about you too much for that to happen.”
“Smokescreen…”
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Doesn’t mean we don’t forget it happened. Believe me, I’m going to remember it for a long time.”
Windcharger stayed silent after Smokescreen spoke, and he honestly thought he’d blown any chance of… anything with the minibot, when Windcharger spoke.
“How long til we leave?”
“Another day, why?” Was Windcharger really that anxious to get away from him now? Earlier, he’d not been able to keep his hands off Smokescreen.
“Because if I don’t get to tell anyone what happened, I want to make some good memories so I won’t forget.” Windcharger shifted so he was straddling Smokescreen. “You don’t have any objections, do you?” He asked innocently.
“No…” Smokescreen’s answer tailed off into a strangled moan as Windcharger employed his magnets to caress his doorwings. He arched up, hands automatically coming to grip Windcharger’s thighs so he didn’t slip.
“Oh good.” If Smokescreen was able to tell anyone about what happened, he would have described the look on Windcharger’s faceplates as devious. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care as Windcharger’s magnets moved over his plating, stimulating every sensor.
“Primus, Windcharger!” Smokescreen groaned.
“You know something, Windcharger?”
“What’s that, Smokescreen?” They were driving back towards the Ark, matching pace and driving side by side.
“I think we might have to go to Vegas again.”
“Yeah?
“Yeah.”
“I’d like that.”