Elita One (
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red_diode_district2012-01-15 02:25 am
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LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN
"---need an opportunity..." The speaker was interrupted as the door was opened, the intruder looking pleased.
"We just got it." Tall and lanky, the speaker didn't seem to have an actual altmode, but this didn't stand out among the group in the room. Only a handful possessed them, and they were all boat alts. "They asked for someone specifically like you." Everybody in the room looked at each other, and then to the one the newcomer had addressed, and a low, excited murmur started up.
Coming around the table to the door, the newcomer laid a mint-green hand against a pink, rounded shoulder.
"Will you be okay?" The question was sincere, but considering the opportunity they had just been given - and the details had already been transmitted - it was, ultimately, more a show of support than a chance for the subject of everyone's excited chatter to back out.
Not that that would happen.
Not now, not with this.
They needed this opportunity.
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"Of course it doesn't. But that still doesn't change the -situation." He vented, hard, voice cracking a bit with static as her hands teased around his thigh join. But that was alright, because instead he was focusing his attention on leaning into the kiss, hand hesitantly coming up to cradle her jawline.
He'd been kissed before, thank Primus, so he knew largely what he was doing. Not that it helped much with the surge of nervousness. Her frame was close against his own, warm and pleasant, and he pressed in closer after returning the kiss for a long moment, engine giving a rev when her fingers drew close to a major circuit hidden under armor.
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Humming into the kiss as she leaned her helm into it and the hand along her jaw, Elita flicked her tongue out briefly, but otherwise kept the kiss straightforward. There were other things she was doing, after all, and her optics flared as she noted the noise her fingers were teasing out.
::I know. Would it help if I say everybody's nervous, at least some of the time?:: Unless you had programming that helped you with that. Elita was experienced, yes, but the programming smoothed out any personal nervousness and inexperience.
Her frame was deliberately warm to the touch as she leaned in to meet him, letting her fingers pause where and when Optimus' engine had growled and dug in deeper, finding first the right bundle of cables, rubbing them, and then the actual circuit, and pinched it gently.
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::Even you?::
Anything else he might have said was cut off when her fingers closed on that little bundle of cables. Optimus gasped, kiss breaking off unintentionally as he arched with a low, whining keen into her touch. Hands curling tight against her frame, he tugged her closer, helms scraping together before Optimus managed to reclaim her lips.
He was the one that deepened the kiss this time, pressing close and slipping his tongue deep.
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And he wasn't bad at all at kissing, a thrum of pleasure flaring up as she tilted her helm back and into it more, pausing her movements to give a brief reprieve to merely rub and squeeze half a klik later again.
What he deserved was to be completely undone, and she'd do her best to accomplish that by the end of the night... or maybe the morning, this would get to take all the time he had available to let it take.
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"...You are far too good at that."
Which only gave him the resolve to begin some explorations of his own. Elita's frame was quite lovely, decorated with a foreign cast, and he was itching to explore it. Hand already at her jaw, he traced it out as he nibbled lightly at her lips, aiming to explore her ornate helm decoration.
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Her optics flaring slightly as Optimus decided to start his exploration at her helm, Elita couldn't help but be pleased. Engine dropping into a vibration-creating hum and pressing closer to set both their plating alight, Elita tilted her helm into the touch.
"Antennae, the inside angles and..." Murmuring against the nibbles, she raised one hand to trace it down the slatted central ridge on Optimus' helm, which so matched her own, but amusingly, and curiously. "As well as this, if yours is anything like mine."
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Her touch across his helm vent drew a choked gasp from him, breaking off the kiss completely as he shuddered.
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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.
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The pressing was a cue even an inexperienced mech like him could interpret - he returned the contact, pressing his palm along the length of her antennae, sliding smooth metal up and down the length with fingers curled around. Boldly, he gently tweeked the tip when he reached the top, before continuing his touching.
He still vented heat, embarrassed with his own reaction. Optimus couldn't help his gasp, tensing in anticipation as her hand neared his audial.
"That... Hnn. V-very sensitive," he warned, optics dimming as he leaned toward her hand, still with want and hesitation both.
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Not that she wasn't half of a mind to let it go that way here too, but he obviously wanted to participate, and she hummed in pleasure. It made it easier to think of this as free of the burdens of a contract.
"I know," Elita whispered, having shifted upwards on her knees to mouth the words against the base of the audial opposite to the one she had her hand at; slowly, as to not dislodge his hand, but she had a feeling he'd lose his grip soon eithe way.
She wouldn't mind that at all, really.
The grip as she slid her closed hand up along the audial - mirroring it with her lips on the other one - was light, there enough to scrape the surface, since he was getting charged, and thus touches, especially in sensitive places, would be felt more.
She wanted him to find out what he'd prefer in ways of touch there, as well as... just a little, overwhelm him.
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Any shame or embarrassment was, for the moment at least, completely driven out of him as he clung weakly too her frame, shivering with low, keening moans. Hands somehow still around Elita's audial spines, it was probably for the best that his grip was weak, not that it stopped his reflexive pawing at the smooth metal.
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The light, irregular grip at her own spines was enough to make her frame sing, circuits tingling and she shifted closer and twisted her hand. She wasn't after an overload for herself at the moment, in fact, consort programming or no, she wouldn't expect it, with how Optimus was reacting at the moment.
It was always sweet to see someone get lost in their first building overload; she remembered her own quite keenly.
"Higher, Optimus," she whispered as she slid her lips along the audial, teeth just barely following her lips down.
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It was probably an attempt an actual sentence, but failed spectacularly and he didn't bother to try again. Instead he simply nodded, hands shaking as he slid them higher up Elita's audials, grip probably a tad too erratic to please her the way he wanted to.
And he really, really wanted to pleasure the clever femme.
But he just...couldn't get his frame to obey him properly. Not so embarrassingly close to overload from a few audial tweaks. But he was, and all he could do was groan and angle his helm further to the side, wordlessly encouraging her to do more of that against his antennae with her wonderful month.
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She laughed gently, quietly, against the base of the audial, lips pressing against the metal and she raised her other hand to hover about the tip of the audial she was paying attention to with her lips.
Sliding the other hand up, squeezing in the middle and following that movement to about midlength with her mouth on the other audial, Elita smiled against the metal.
"I hope you're ready." Not that she necessarily expected him to overload then and there, but a warning was something nice to have, too. With that said, however, Elita squeezed the tips of the audial spines with thumbs and forefingers, the rest of her hand squeezing the audial, and she bit gently down on the spine her mouth was around, accompanying it with a deep hum sent through her teeth.
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The edge came up on him all at once, nearly taking him offline with the surge of intensity. Optimus cried out, optics going white as charge raced through his frame, ringing audials down through his flaring spark and back out again. He jerked against her smaller frame, uncontrolled hands curling against the sides of her helm as he lost himself in a noisy, uncontrolled overload.
He wasn't ready at all, and he hadn't known how easy it was to come completely undone at someone else's touch.
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Both because she wanted her full focus on him and because the cosort programming was insisting she not overload incidentally at his touch, but only if he actively willed it so.
Humming softly and settling better against his frame as he slowly stilled, Elita drew back from his helm and storked down his arms and over his chestplates, skirting around the headlights, over the bars above the headlights and then back to the arms, and around, waiting for Optimus to come fully online again.
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"...Nnn. Primus."
Her heat, the thrum of Elita's own working frame slowly sunk in, and he turned to press a blissful kiss to her jaw, hands experimentally flexing around audial spines once more.
"Mm. Not forgetting about you." That was the last thing he wanted, and he nuzzled against her frame, determined to see her overload in the end.
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And she wasn't just thinking of the silly grin.
"No? You seemed quite... busy, so I wouldn't blame you if you did," Elita said with a chuckle, the glow of her optics and her expression gently teasing, but she arched into the touch around her audial spines, engine going a pitch deeper.
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"I may not know much..." He admitted, even as he slid hands up to the tips of Elita's spines, tightening fingers and rubbing thumbs over the pointed ends- "But I know you're not going to impress many people if you don't focus on pleasing them as well as yourself."
He rumbled his engine over her own, purposely dropping it down to a lower gear to make her lighter frame rattle.
"I was under the impression it was common courtesy."
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"That, however, it might, mmmn, be." Laughing softly, Elita arched into the thrumming engine beneath her that was doing such pleasant things to her plating, as well as the fingers on the ends of her audial spines, her back-mounted panels flaring upwards and out as the energy rose.
This time, she didn't let the minisucle pauses temper her; they were slightly too short, and he obviously wanted to see her overload, and... she didn't mind. Even like this, technically in employ at the moment, she certainly didn't mind.
Optimus was adorable, hot, and very much atgtractive, both on a physical as well as spark-level, and Elita rode the wave he brought up, pressing down, arching up, her earlier sounds dropping away to noiseless gasping as overload hit.
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It... worked?
It worked. And oh Primus she was lovely...
He couldn't help but rumble in appreciation of the sight, a shiver going through his own frame as a mild aftershock flared out from his spark from the display alone.
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She also felt his reaction-aftershock, and it took not even half a thought to gather some of what she felt, some of the charge in her spark and push it outward, riding on her EM field to wash over his as her field touched his and enveloped it, sharing a weaker, softer mirror of what she was feeling.
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"O-oh..." He laughed shakily, patting awkwardly at her antennae spines as his spark rolled in his chest casing, pulsing out a flare in return without conscious thought. He gasped, shaking at the sudden surge of input and charge, fields awash in the feel of each other.
He hadn't even known he could do that.
::Learn something new every cycle...:: He gasped over the comm, smiling blissfully.
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"I'm impressed you picked it up so quickly, really. Most need a few tries. You seem to be a natural." Giving a quick glance at the couch they were lying on, Elita calculated the possibility of movement, and then... somehow... managed to flip (more like roll) them around so she was on top, before she settled down, crossing her arms and resting her chin on them.
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Optics wide, he stared up, blinking at the femme calmly perched on his chest. His engine gave a rev at the sight, and his audials flicked back in embarrassment.
"...Ah. Hello?"
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