The only time Optimus really allowed the guards free-reign, was when they were conducting what were quickly becoming his regular visits to the higher-crime, more downtrodden areas of Cybertron. He wanted guards on-hand, simply due to the number of threats and assassination attempts that tended to come from said areas, but he wanted them at a distance, to allow the citizens their fair chance to approach him and air grievances. Protection, yes; intimidation, no.
At least their trip to the rather elite Oil Bathhouse in Crystal City had been relatively uninterrupted by guards thundering in where they weren't wanted. The appointment had been made far in advance, so the naturally-occurring oil pits were empty, and Optimus had readily invited the femme to come along. It gave the Prime a rare chance to get pampered, working the kinks out of his frame stiffened by long hours - and it gave him an excuse to touch and dote on the femme as well.
He was getting far too used to her presence.
Having Elita on-hand had been a great distraction and relief. Reading through reports and signing off on minor bills alone in his office was generally the most boring, tedious part of his job. With Elita nearby, singing or entertaining or simply just chatting with him, the time seemed to pass far more quickly, and painlessly.
And despite the knowledge that she was 'simply' a consort, paid in energon and honor to be by his side...his affection was too easily turning into something more.
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Date: 2012-05-25 04:11 am (UTC)At least their trip to the rather elite Oil Bathhouse in Crystal City had been relatively uninterrupted by guards thundering in where they weren't wanted. The appointment had been made far in advance, so the naturally-occurring oil pits were empty, and Optimus had readily invited the femme to come along. It gave the Prime a rare chance to get pampered, working the kinks out of his frame stiffened by long hours - and it gave him an excuse to touch and dote on the femme as well.
He was getting far too used to her presence.
Having Elita on-hand had been a great distraction and relief. Reading through reports and signing off on minor bills alone in his office was generally the most boring, tedious part of his job. With Elita nearby, singing or entertaining or simply just chatting with him, the time seemed to pass far more quickly, and painlessly.
And despite the knowledge that she was 'simply' a consort, paid in energon and honor to be by his side...his affection was too easily turning into something more.