Nov 08, 2007 10:46
“Sideswipe, how is it you keep landing on Boardwalk?” Hues’ doorwings drew back and she pursed her lip components at the red twin.
Innocent indigo optics blinked at the red-orange femme. “Why does everyone always assume I’m cheating?”
A yellow hand reached out, palm up. “Give me your dice, Sides.”
Sideswipe frowned, his gaze flicking from his brother’s expectant face to his waiting hands. “You too, bro?”
Steel blue eyes flashed. “I know you, bro.”
The red twin pouted and dropped the two transformer-sized dice into Sunstreaker’s hand.
“Okay.” Sunstreaker curled his fingers around the dice and extended his other hand, wagging the tips of his fingers. “Now the other ones.”
“Traitor,” Sideswipe groused, opening his empty hand over Sunstreaker’s. Two dice dropped from a subspace pocket.
Sunstreaker’s brow ridges drew down in a scowl. “Because you’re making me lose.”
“Always about you.”
The two dice dropped down, rolled, then stood impossibly upright on a corner.
Bluestreak scowled at the red twin. “Magnetics?”
“Borrowing them from Smokescreen.”
Sunstreaker scooped them back up. “Well, I’ll make sure he gets them back.”
Rhythm eyed the golden twin suspiciously. “I don’t think you should have those either.”
“Why the slag not?”
Rhythm’s doorwings drew back. “What’s to keep you from using them yourself?”
Bluestreak blanched, his own doorwings twitching in anticipation of Sunstreaker’s reaction.
Sunstreaker leaned toward the blue dancer. “Are you trying to get on my bad side? I. Don’t. Cheat.”
Bluestreak blew static into the following uncomfortable silence. The once cheerful mood chilled quickly. He looked at the two sets of twins glaring at each other. His doorwings twitched and he clicked his vocalizer on. “I have patrol eary in the morning. I should head to recharge. You guys can keep playing, yeah. Don’t worry about my stuff, the bank can have it all back.” He scooted the pieces toward Sunstreaker and stood.
Four sets of optics turned to him in surprise. “You’re not going to stay here?” Sideswipe asked in surprise.
“No, I don’t want to disturb your game by making you be quiet. But I really should get going. Even when he’s not here, Prowl hates it when I’m late.”
Rhythm’s feet thunked against the floor and she pushed herself to her feet. “Well, there’s no need to walk the halls by yourself. I’ll come with you. Here, bank. Keep the change.” She shoved her items at Sunstreaker, ducking away from the hand that lashed out. She flicked her doorwings, grinning playfully and hopped away from the golden warrior’s reach.
Hues shook her head, looking over the property cards in her hand, and tallying what the other twins had. She waved at Rhythm, otherwise ignoring her sister. “Can we get back to the game, now. Please?” The three settled down to resume their play.
Bluestreak and Rhythm ducked out of the room, into the darkened hallway. Safety lights glowed orange on orange in the corners along the ceiling and floor. Bluestreak admired the way the light caught on her metallic blue form, playing aong the silver panels that framed her altmode. The metallic purple chevron stood out against the darker blue, a nice compliment to her wide optics.
“Jazz took you to the opera house the other day. How didy you enjoy that? I’ve gone with Prowl a few times, but I never really saw the point inthem. Humans make such a big deal about mating rituals, I don’t see why singing a story about them would be so appealing.”
Rhythm turned wide optics to the gunner. “Are you kidding?” Her doorwings dipped down to take the sting out of her words. “I absolutely loved it. Who knew humans could produce such a large range of sounds and at such volumes from such tiny throats.”
“What about Jazz? He always seemed to like that kind of stuff. It’s certainly always noisy in his room.”
Rhythm snorted derisively. “Jazz…” She rolled her doorwings. “Jazz calls it caterwauling. He wasn’t even paying attention. He was listening to his internal radio the whole time. Made me so mad.” Her fists curled at her hips, and her optics flashed, but they way her lips curved down and the way she looked at him made Bluestreak pause for a moment.
“I’m sure you didn’t just let it go like that. What did you do?”
She lifted her chin. “I played it on my speakers and over the comm. all the way back to the base.” Something Jazz couldn’t avoid as it broke policy to turn off one’s communicator on the field. “But then he tickled me.”
Bluestreak chuckled. “Ah. I wish I could have seen that. I never even knew I was ticklish until he cornered me with Sunny and Sides. Prowl wasn’t very happy, because it blew some fuses and my voice box. That torqued Ratchet off.”
They stopped in front of the door to the quarters he shared with Prowl.
Rhythm swayed, hands behind her back. She watched him, knowing smile on her face. “You seem to spend as much, no, more time with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker as you do with Prowl. Does that bother him?”
The door opened, revealing a room cast in shadows by the safety lights.
“No. He’s busy a lot of the time and it settles his cortex knowing that I’m not alone.” He glanced at the empty room, aware of Rhythm’s contemplative expression. He couldn’t ask though, she had to offer first. “But Sunny and Sides can be loud and demanding sometimes, and that gets tiring after a while.” He paused, doorwings drooping as his spark reached out, searching for a response, but Prowl was too far for more than a soft murmur of acknowledgement.
Rhythm tilted her head, understanding glowing in her optics. “It’s hard being separated from Prowl?”
Bluestreak sagged a little more. “I should be used to it, by now.”
The blue femme swept her arms around him and pulled his head close to hers, their chevrons touching. “You never get used to it, Blue. Primus knows being parted from Hues is unbearable even for a few megacycles. Sunstreaker says it happens quite often to him and Sideswipe and they have to bear with it.” Her optics glowed brightly, her doorwings spread like open arms. “It makes it that much easier to have someone to share that time with.” She brushed her fingers up the seam on his cheek, touching his optic edge and tracing his nasal ridge back down to his lips. Inviting.
Bluestreak turned his face toward the touch, he lifted his hands to trace the femme’s slim waist plates and drew her against him.
Invitation accepted.
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Of course I'm debating if I should skip to the next day or write robot smut. --;; (okami loves all things robot smut...^^;;) Especially since this should be a successful smutty story! Those two have no luck. ^^;;
In other news: Bell's taking her first few steps now. *cue the mommy squee* It's kinda sad that she's growing up so fast. I'll miss my baby being a baby. *huggles on the babygirl*
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