[RL with Vanessa - hungreeee )8]

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True to his word, as Blackout was with surprising frequency for a Decepticon, he stayed in one spot while he waited for the worldhopper to bring Vanessa Buckingham to him. He'd managed to stumble his way into the nearest human habitation since finding himself organic once again this morning--which had been the reason he'd looked so drawn, talking

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"There are so many insects infesting this world, it doesn't particularly surprise me to hear they die off so easily," he said, his voice sardonic. My, that superiority complex of his just didn't quit.

He flinched again when he found her so suddenly in his lap, the circulatory pump in his chest starting to slam with particular fervency. It would be an understatement to say the move had caught him by surprise.

"Power," he repeated, his face blank. "Yes, power is a-attractive." ...So much for sounding collected.

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Okay, he would have to be completely sensor-blind to misunderstand what she was saying now, and he couldn't decide how to feel about that, or what might be an appropriate response.

"I am a Decepticon," he said finally, his voice as flat as he could make it. "Of course we are self-assured. It's in our programming."

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He couldn't help leaning back, not that he could go very far, just trying to put a little bit of space between them. He probably wasn't coming off as particularly self-assured right now. If anything, he was caught somewhere between horrified and utterly, awkwardly bewildered.

"Self-assurance is...hot?" he repeated, mostly to have something to say.

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He froze, going almost painfully tense beneath her. "I am terribly afraid I do," he said, unable to get his voice to modulate any higher than a whisper and cursing that unfortunate fact mentally.

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The sensation of her breath over his ear was exquisite, and he was sensitive enough to touch in this form that just that made him shiver. He wound his arms tightly across his chest, still trying to put some space between them, and twitched his head away.

"I'm touching you right now, aren't I?" Yes, he was being purposefully obtuse.

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She might have noticed the couple walking by, but Blackout was entirely focused on her, his current body's pathetic excuses for defenses systems revving into overdrive. He felt jittery, was bow-string tense.

He remembered intimacy, oh yes he did. He remembered Eros, fragging Eros, whispering his promise of restoration before taking what he sought and leaving Blackout no better than off than he'd been.

Abruptly, he shook his head, arms unfurling so he could push at Vanessa. "No," he snarled, "and I have no desire to."

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...Well, that wasn't what he'd expected. Granted, he probably couldn't have said what he expected from her, but the sudden switch from lasciviousness to concern still caught him by surprise.

He couldn't quite get himself to relax, but he looked less like he was going to throw her off and bolt, so that was progress. "I...I just have no interest, that's all," he said shortly, his voice strained.

Liar.

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"Not long ago," he corrected pedantically. "Months is hardly long for my kind." His eyes darted to her face, a quick glance, then away again, and he lifted his hands to grasp her wrists, trying to push them away. "I don't need help, I just need to not... to not be touched, that's all!"