There were two things she could do here; continue to contemplate and be guilted by what she was - by necessity - hiding and how that would change them and how what was between them would change when (nothing else could be allowed to be thought, after all) the plan came to its delayed end.
That was one thing. The other was to not think about that, at least for the moment, and concentrate on Optimus and the here and now. With an internal sigh and a lot more audible engine rev at the Prime's response, Elita decided for the second.
::Well, to be honest, I'd be quite disappointed at this moment if you didn't, Optimus.:: Elita's laughter over the comm was tinged with a brassy undertone as well as a faint, encouraging expectant air.
Tilting her helm into the kiss and drawing a current from elsewhere, as well as the faint friction as their lips met, Elita charged her tongue and lips immediately. This instead of letting the friction the kiss itself would create pull up a charge. Cheating, perhaps, but she always found it a rather pleasant variation for kissing.
::What, then, were you thinking?:: Anticipation - held in check and countered by humour - threading her voice, Elita couldn't help but wonder what he'd change into when given more time and chance to grow, if this was what already peeked through.
She knew she shouldn't wish for it, but she rather wanted to help it along.
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Date: 2012-06-21 07:09 pm (UTC)That was one thing. The other was to not think about that, at least for the moment, and concentrate on Optimus and the here and now. With an internal sigh and a lot more audible engine rev at the Prime's response, Elita decided for the second.
::Well, to be honest, I'd be quite disappointed at this moment if you didn't, Optimus.:: Elita's laughter over the comm was tinged with a brassy undertone as well as a faint, encouraging expectant air.
Tilting her helm into the kiss and drawing a current from elsewhere, as well as the faint friction as their lips met, Elita charged her tongue and lips immediately. This instead of letting the friction the kiss itself would create pull up a charge. Cheating, perhaps, but she always found it a rather pleasant variation for kissing.
::What, then, were you thinking?:: Anticipation - held in check and countered by humour - threading her voice, Elita couldn't help but wonder what he'd change into when given more time and chance to grow, if this was what already peeked through.
She knew she shouldn't wish for it, but she rather wanted to help it along.