Oh, there had most certainly been good intentions in there, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.
If there was one thing Megatron both delighted in, and hated, it was that post-exercise-or-fight moment when heat was still being expelled, cooling systems woking a bit harder than normal but not loudly, and every sensor set on edge, waiting for attack... or just further stimulation, keyed for a higher activity than normal.
It unfortunately could easily trip into arousal, which Megatron preferred to avoid, despite the fact that it did settle sharp readiness into more languid awareness in the end... But he also liked to pay full attention and effort into what he did, and he was rather worn out.
Megatron nearly missed Optimus when he stepped out, more intent on ignoring the urge to rub at the slight gap between thigh and pelvic armour where his left hip joint was, as the faint, cooling draft in the elevator had been blowing right there and normally it wouldn't matter but right now it was so very noticeable...
"... Optimus." Optics flickering, Megatron unable to hide his surprise due to slightly slowed down reaction time from being worn out, nonchalantly leaned against the doorframe to the elevator, folding his arms over his chestplates.
Nonchalant he may appear, but he was sort of tired. And uncomfortable as the heat continued to even out. And also, suddenly, slightly worried and cursing himself for having gone all out. What if something happened?
He had reserves, yes, but he wouldn't be at his best, and if that would be needed..?
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Date: 2012-12-26 10:44 am (UTC)If there was one thing Megatron both delighted in, and hated, it was that post-exercise-or-fight moment when heat was still being expelled, cooling systems woking a bit harder than normal but not loudly, and every sensor set on edge, waiting for attack... or just further stimulation, keyed for a higher activity than normal.
It unfortunately could easily trip into arousal, which Megatron preferred to avoid, despite the fact that it did settle sharp readiness into more languid awareness in the end... But he also liked to pay full attention and effort into what he did, and he was rather worn out.
Megatron nearly missed Optimus when he stepped out, more intent on ignoring the urge to rub at the slight gap between thigh and pelvic armour where his left hip joint was, as the faint, cooling draft in the elevator had been blowing right there and normally it wouldn't matter but right now it was so very noticeable...
"... Optimus." Optics flickering, Megatron unable to hide his surprise due to slightly slowed down reaction time from being worn out, nonchalantly leaned against the doorframe to the elevator, folding his arms over his chestplates.
Nonchalant he may appear, but he was sort of tired. And uncomfortable as the heat continued to even out. And also, suddenly, slightly worried and cursing himself for having gone all out. What if something happened?
He had reserves, yes, but he wouldn't be at his best, and if that would be needed..?
"I didn't think I'd see you quite this soon."