A brief, embarrassing astrosecond had Cliffjumper wanting to kick and hit with a vehemence that didn't suit the situation at all, but it passed as the quality of Optimus' laughter registered, as well as the firm but not bad grip/part embrace.
Okay, maybe he could do this. Nevermind the slight shiver at Optimus' assertion that he'd caught him. It was true, after that. That was the point, so no need to feel both apprehensive and... uh. A tiny bit pleased?
"Uh-huh. Now what?" The question was as much a show of (challenging) bravado as a hesitant invitation, and Cliffjumper raised one hand to wrap it around the wrist of the hand Optimus had at his wheel well, but he just kept it there.
He was kneely aware of how large Optimus was. Not that anybody but other minibots or minicons wasn't larger, but... Optimus was larger now than when he'd been an escort, Cliffjumper now only reaching to the top of his thigh, and what had been a source of (annoyance) safety then... Not that the Prime had changed, but still.
With what Mirage had (had to do) done, Cliffjumper, unlike anyone else here right now - except for Megatron, but Cliffjumper would rather not count that mech - didn't really have a choice of being here or not. Not that Optimus had done anything at all, and well. Cuddling was nice?
But that didn't change the fact of all that power humming, barely contained underneath that plating, and right now crouched right above him.
"Umm..." The train of thought stuttered his engine a little, and, embarrassed - again - over his doubt as well as the attraction to said size and power crouched right above him, Cliffjumper looked away.
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Okay, maybe he could do this. Nevermind the slight shiver at Optimus' assertion that he'd caught him. It was true, after that. That was the point, so no need to feel both apprehensive and... uh. A tiny bit pleased?
"Uh-huh. Now what?" The question was as much a show of (challenging) bravado as a hesitant invitation, and Cliffjumper raised one hand to wrap it around the wrist of the hand Optimus had at his wheel well, but he just kept it there.
He was kneely aware of how large Optimus was. Not that anybody but other minibots or minicons wasn't larger, but... Optimus was larger now than when he'd been an escort, Cliffjumper now only reaching to the top of his thigh, and what had been a source of (annoyance) safety then... Not that the Prime had changed, but still.
With what Mirage had (had to do) done, Cliffjumper, unlike anyone else here right now - except for Megatron, but Cliffjumper would rather not count that mech - didn't really have a choice of being here or not. Not that Optimus had done anything at all, and well. Cuddling was nice?
But that didn't change the fact of all that power humming, barely contained underneath that plating, and right now crouched right above him.
"Umm..." The train of thought stuttered his engine a little, and, embarrassed - again - over his doubt as well as the attraction to said size and power crouched right above him, Cliffjumper looked away.