Cliffjumper was extremely glad he was facing away from Mirage when the noble's grip tightened, and he had to cut of a groan of frustration before it slipped out and made things even more awkward.
Mirage's smoother field teased him into calming his own, but Cliffjumper was still too flustered to manage that completely and instead squirmed again. His frame, however, was relaxing, despite his tightly embarrassed curl. The slight heat already being trapped between them was a fragging blessing.
The slightly heightened vibration of Mirage's engine against his back had Cliffjumper looking up with a frown, even as he - unnoticed to him - pressed back slightly into the very same vibration.
"Should ya be doin' that? You might not be a mini, but you sure as slag ain't armoured like Ironhide or even the regulars like Bluestreak." He twitched his leg out to tap his bumper against Mirage's leg, trying to cast a glance behind him without moving much at all.
Mirage was taller, but his stupid glitched noble self was plated like life was a fragging party, even with the war, so he couldn't quite retain heat the same way other mechs of his size could.
Even when the war and injuries had necessitated replacements and thus some heavier armour.
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Date: 2014-07-10 11:23 am (UTC)Mirage's smoother field teased him into calming his own, but Cliffjumper was still too flustered to manage that completely and instead squirmed again. His frame, however, was relaxing, despite his tightly embarrassed curl. The slight heat already being trapped between them was a fragging blessing.
The slightly heightened vibration of Mirage's engine against his back had Cliffjumper looking up with a frown, even as he - unnoticed to him - pressed back slightly into the very same vibration.
"Should ya be doin' that? You might not be a mini, but you sure as slag ain't armoured like Ironhide or even the regulars like Bluestreak." He twitched his leg out to tap his bumper against Mirage's leg, trying to cast a glance behind him without moving much at all.
Mirage was taller, but his stupid glitched noble self was plated like life was a fragging party, even with the war, so he couldn't quite retain heat the same way other mechs of his size could.
Even when the war and injuries had necessitated replacements and thus some heavier armour.