LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

[invisiblepinkboat]

"---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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[invisiblepinkboat]

A slight gasp, more like a hiccup of glitched noise, escaped her with the curling motion, mostly lost beneath his own exclamation, and that questioning look? Well, it was hard to not throw training, employment and caution to the wind and tip him on his back to show exactly what this felt like--

But no.

"You might want to exchange them for your spike, Optimus... If only because that'd let you feel more of this, instead of merely me enjoying this," Elita said with a slow, sly grin even as she pushed her hips up slightly and then more of a thrust, everything shifting around and away to create the space needed.

[ichooseboth]

"I.... I could."

He could. And it was a realization that pleased and terrified him both. But he had never let fear rule him before - and he certainly wasn't about to start now, with his fuel pulsing hard in his lines, spark hot and insistent in his chest.

Suddenly smiling, finally coming into his stride, he leaned in closer towards her helm.

"Would...you like me to?"

The words were only half-teasing, but the way his fingers stilled as he spoke, before slooowly sliding out. That was teasing.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Watching the realisation hit Optimus was as endearing as it was exciting, more because of what it'd mean for him than for her. She had, after all, interfaced many times and had patience enough for someone new to it learning.

"I... nnnh, yes." She half-laughed, half-breathed the affrimation out on a low volume, high-pitch voice, fingers digging in where she was holding onto him and tilting her hips into the slow, teasing slide outwards.

She didn't mind the teasing though, because that made each and every tiny little plate shift around those fingers, following with minute precision every scratch, groove or dip in Optimus' fingers.

And to Elita that was nearly as good as the intricacy obtained when there was a spike of corresponding complexity locking together with and sliding against those sensitive, complex workings.