((Nexus LOL, after the current plotline and/or THNMY))

[air_commander]

After receiving a curious gift of flowers in the Nexus, Starscream has been swept off his feet (figuratively) and proceeded to lift the object of his new fervent devotion off her feet (literally). Flying with Elita in his arms, he's positively enraptured, as if he'd never seen the sky before...

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[air_commander]

"Hey!" Starscream is more surprised and playful himself than angry, but that doesn't mean he's going to let her "win" easily. He tries to roll Elita on her back and pin her down.

[air_commander]

Starscream presses into her touch, making loud incoherent noises as she touches his wings. He frees one of his arms to wrap it around her, trying to pull her closer.

[eliteinpink]

Elita rubs his wings, delighted at the sounds he's making and at the feel of him against her metal.

[air_commander]

Starscream makes a purring sound set off by delighted shrieks. He rubs Elita's side, letting his fingers explore every inch of her elegant form. "Want you..."

[eliteinpink]

"Want you..." She shivers deliciously under his hands, her sensors buzzing all over from the sensations.

[air_commander]

Starscream is no less overcome with sensation, lips parting for a wordless cry as he increases the pressure of his hands on his beloved's body.

[eliteinpink]

Elita ducks her head and nuzzles at his throat, her horns framing either side of his face.

[air_commander]

"You're so beautiful..."

[eliteinpink]

"As are you, my high-flying glory..."

[air_commander]

"Be with me!" One of his hands snakes between them to rub her chest while he caresses a horn with his other hand. The noises he is making grow more frantic and needy.

[eliteinpink]

"Be with you?" Elita repeats as she nips at his face.

[air_commander]

"Be with me completely," Starscream confirms in an urgent voice. He nuzzles Elita's face, his hands fumbling at her plating, trying to find her sparkport. "Where is it?"

[eliteinpink]

"Oh-! Right side- Underneath the chest plate-" Her hands slide over his abdomen, sensitive fingers probing for the fine lines of the plate covering his sparkport.