Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Summary: Tracer gets ‘persuaded’ to dance.
Warnings: None
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…
Authors Notes: For the 28s Meme - find the claim page
here! This is Dancing, as chosen by
cmdrtekk.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Come on girl, you’ll be good at it!”
“No, no and no!” The others watched amused as Blaster squared off against Tracer, trying to convince the Minibot to join in the dancing. Despite her better judgement, she’d stayed on in the rec room for the impromptu party (weren’t they always impromptu?) that Blaster had thrown.
And now everyone else was up and dancing; ranging from being thoroughly uncoordinated, like Gears and Brawn; to being so stylish it was beautiful to simply watch, such as Jazz (unsurprisingly) and Bluestreak (surprisingly).
Blaster pulled gently at her hand.
“Come on, I’ve seen the way ya move!”
“Blaster!” Shocked, Tracer didn’t put up any resistance as Blaster pulled her onto the makeshift dance floor (basically the area where the tables had been pushed to one side). However, once she realised where she was, she attempted to pull her hand out of Blaster’s grip.
“Ah no, gotcha just where I want you!” He smirked, pulling her close. “Just go with the flow baby.” He murmured as he held on to her, twirling her around the dance floor to cheers and clapping. The more they danced, the more she learnt how to place her feet and the more confident she got.
Eventually, Blaster whirled her around the dance floor one last time, neatly spinning her and depositing her in Trailbreaker’s lap.
“He was right.” Trailbreaker murmured while Tracer composed herself, letting her processor catch up. “You are good at dancing. Though I prefer it when you’re dancing with me.” Before she knew what was happening, Tracer found herself back on the dance floor again.