Her helm tips back at the long stroke up the edges of the 'wings', her engine thrumming in response, the sensor nodes all lighting up, not just registering pressure, resistance, friction and heat, but the pleasure of it as well.

"Oh, you do, do you? Like what?" Elita laughed, eyeing Optimus without straightening her helm back down. Arms resting on his shoulders still, Elita shifted and moved her hands to trail light, lazy circles around the base of the audial fins, not enough to be more than gently destracting while still offering feedback.

"I thought I'd let you get first shot," Elita said teasingly, her panels shifting in OPtimus' hands, spreading slightly wider.