She shivered, a brief wash of static coming from her vocalizer, twisting against Optimus' larger frame and pressing close to encourage a more firmer touch. Some would prefer - could indeed not stand anything else - a light hand on such a sensitive spot or part of their anatomy.

Elita was not one of them, and such a light movement, while endearing and hot enough on its own to raise her temperature as charge and tension began to rise, was not what she was after.

She laughed gently as he shuddered, dropping kisses along his jaw and chin-guard, as well as giving it a brief scrape of teeth. The hand at his hem vent stroked down the slats once, and then wandered to the side, pausing at the base of his audial.