red_diode_district | LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

Torn between appreciating the freshness of his honest attraction - which he still somehow managed - and the slightly bittersweet reality of their surroundings, she settled on Optimus.

Still, she remembered similar pools like this on Paradron; dry now, not because the source had been used up, but for the need to redirect the natural, hot oil for use elsewhere, as Cybertron was refusing trade.

"You seem to have an idea already; I don't mind. I can do the same for you, if you want." The panel twitched beneath the lihgt touch, both a concious act to shift it more comfortable into his touch, and an instinctive reaction; they were indeed sensitive, for other reasons than a true flier's wings might be.

The alloys, for one, but that wasn't something a consort should have.

Alloy composition is hardly something he is an expert on, and in this case he is even less inclined to take notice. Instead, he's focusing on her, on the feel of her frame in his arms, and it takes no thought at all to reach under the oil to grab both trailing edges of her 'wings', stroking up them until he gets to metal up and exposed out of the liquid.

"I...tend to get ideas when you sit like this, yes." He chuckled, audials flicking in lazy embarrassment. It's taken him a bit to have reached this point, yes.

"...you can touch me however you like."

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.

"A-aha. Ideas not fit for a Prime, for one." He laughed out-loud, audials twitching with embarrassment. Not that it stopped him from working his hips in a low, exceedingly tenative roll from his hips, lifting them both lightly from the oil with the faintest of splashes. His hands, however, were far more bold; tweaking the leading edge of her panels, thumbs seeking out and rubbing against the grooves and crooks and tiny, exposed circuits that latched into the other side of the shell for her hull.

"...You are most gracious though, to give me 'dibs'," he grinned, leaning in, unusually forward, to claim a kiss.

"Ah..." Elita shivered, charge skittering down the circuits of her back-mounted panels as Optimus was getting quite adept - even with the relatively brief time they'd spent together - at finding her sensitive spots, and then smiled as the oil splashed around them with the roll, however tentative it was.

::Not that I've had much hands on experience with more than one Prime, but they were all cybertronians, no matter what else... And we're all laid towards pursuing what might please us, I'd say.:: Pushing back into the kiss, nibbling at his lower lip and rubbing their tongues together to spark static between them, tingling on the thin metal of their tongues and inside of their mouths.

::It's only fair to let you catch up, isn't it?:: Her laugh was a light buzz of sine-waves over the comm. link, barest trace of the soundwaves being transferred through their kiss as light vibration.

::'Catch up' you say?:: He chucked silently, still awkward, but returned the kiss eagerly enough. He leaned into the contact, tilting him helm and lapping their tongues together with a pleasing spark.

::With you or...in general? And which Prime did you know before?:: The thought was...mildly unsettling. Both to know that she had been here, in a similar situation before - and that he had such a massive role to fill and standards to hold himself to, even in the berth.

::... You, Optimus.:: Elita chuckled into the kiss, turning it into a hum that set thin, sensitive plating vibrating and played with the tickling static their tongues were calling up.

::I have, however, met your immediate predecessor before.:: Which was true, but merely a simple meeting, and not while masquerading as an Escort-caste, but rather in the position as one of the thirteen of the Paradronian Planetary Council, which was supposed to be the supplemental and local authority on Paradron along with the Prime.

Primes, and a Cybertron which had either ignored or used their colony planet.

::I have not been quite this close to a Prime before.:: Curling her arms about his neck and helm, she let a finger trail up one of his audials, but kept it light, to be as non-distracting as possible to allow Optimus to do as he wished.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss messily long enough to laugh, short and awkward, helm ducking down against her chin.

"Oh. Right. That is what I get for assuming things." He tightened his hands around her waist indecisively, before shifting back to press a kiss into her neck instead.

"Perhaps, but I could also have been unclear." She didn't say much else, though, and didn't move until he leaned forward to press his lips against her throat, at which she tilted her helm back, cables and fuel-lines at her neck going taut.

"Either way... You stand on your own feet. I promise, hmm. That you've definitely made enough of an impression for that." Angling one leg backwards to hook it around his lower leg, Elita leaned forward slightly, helm still tilted back at an angle and watching the Prime from the lower edge of her optics with a small smile.

Trying to put the faux pas out of his mind, he allowed himself to focus on her words instead, rumbling in simple pleasure at the reassurance.

"...If you think so. I'm...glad to have done so."

He huffed his vent stacks, embarrassed and pleased depite logically knowing that just his position would make him memorable to any consort he might have taken. Still, the slow exposure and flexation of her neck cables under his lips certainly helped his mood. Optimus leaned in, tilting his head to open his mouth wider, pressing eager kisses against her taunt cables, tongue lapping out, able to feel the pulse thrumming through her fuel lines.

She was acutely aware at the moment of how much she could easily tear him down, simply because he trusted her, and was somehow still very... innocent. Of course, since she knew Optimus was a decent, no, delightful individual and a good Prime (as much as he could, since he didn't know everything and was - whether he knew it or not - being worked against) she didn't want to do that.

Luckily, she didn't have to do it either, since she knew now that he would listen and try to change things, but nothing could be done from here.

"I do, but that's all because you are who you are-- ah, Optimus." Her throat wasn't as sensitive as certain parts of her helm, but with the diligent attention he was paying it, static skittering down the metal and between his tongue and her throat, it caused a snappy, crackling feedback along her sensor net.

Optimus was, thankfully, blissfully unaware of any such crushing possibilities. Instead, his engine gave sharp jump at her cry, and he moved his mouth higher up, returning to the thick cable that had earned him the sound. He suckled at it, gently scraping teeth along the curve.

::...'Because I'?:: Optimus managed a teasing yet somehow still hopeful tone, laced with the comm-sounds of gentle amusement.

There was no more verbal noise, but Elita's engine revved as Optimus went back to the cable, and her vocalizer hummed in a frequency not otherwise heard in the simple audial range.

"I didn't take you for the type wanting to hear your own virtues..." Elita laughed, panels rising up and flaring wider for a moment, cutting off some light, before she pulled them down slightly. In the same movement, she shifted over to murmur into Optimus' audial, fingers playing along the kibble at his back.

"Sincerity, and wanting to do what's right... honest strength and a view I don't think the previous Primes have had in a while." Innocence, naïvety and lacking in knowledge to know when he was being led around.

Elita wasn't sure if simply no one in the Prime's circle was willing to give him all the facts or not... But she could definitely believe it, considering how Paradron had been treated.

He laughed against her neck, audials twitching once more in easily-returned embarrassment. The praise only made it worse.

::I didn't mean it quite like that...::

Of course, the flared panels and thin hands at his back only distracted him right back, and he slid a hand up her back between the paneling, bracing another at the back of her neck to press more eager kisses to Elita's throat.

::You flatter me.:: He smiled against plating, leaning up press a kiss to the base of the nearest antennae spine.

Naive was definitely the word for him.

"You'll have to be more... specific, then." She managed to hold it together for a moment longer, and then laughed, open and light. The ringing sound trailed off into chuckles as Optimus slid a hand up her back, armour shifting beneath the touch and the gentle friction almost stirring a static charge.

"... I'm not going to lie to you and say I don't flatter where it's not due, because that's what's part of this..." Elita's voice dropped to a hum as she spoke, angling her helm to gently mouth just the upper tip of an audial. "But, any 'flattery' for you? It's most certainly due."

This was simple fact of the enforced Escort programming, but at least she didn't have to lie about it... And would hope (because she did think he was due it, even if she also thought he needed to open his processing parameters a bit) that he did believe her when she said she was only flattering him because she wanted to, and because he was worth it.

Optimus actually sputtered static, engine warbling at the praise. His grip tightened, and he ended up tugging her further into his arms and up in his lap as he laughed with embarrassment into her chest plating.

"R-really. I promise to be more clear next time. You can stop now."

He hadn't had the position long enough, or enough experience to take the praise from a pretty bot with grace. But if it continued this frequently, he would surely get used to it far more quickly!

"...I'd far rather spend the time talking about you." It wasn't difficult to admit - it was the truth, unburdened by programming or duty.

She didn't laugh at him and his embarrassment, but she smiled digging her fingers into the seams over the kibble on his back a little, amused at his embarrassment and feeling slightly bad for it.

He was, in a word, adorable.

And then he said that.

"What would you like to know?" There were no pusedo-modest claims about being "just a consort" and "not something special"; if she was going to edit what she was saying, she needed to know what he wanted to know.

Elita murmured the question first against his audial, then continued up the finial. Not actually touching the metal with her lips, but close enough her speaking would still be felt.

"W-well..."

It was an awkward start, and he shuddered against her chest plating, pleasure along his audials making his vocalizer skip even more than the embarrassment and the lingering shyness.

"I have consistently enjoyed learning more about you... But I was mostly just talking about me pointing out your virtues..."

He peered up from her chest armor, optics bright with the smile slowly regrowing across his faceplates, only to flick his tongue out across the light in the center of her chest, purring.

"Like how witty and amusing you are to talk with. How refreshingly honest you are. How much I adore your company... You don't look half bad either." He chuckled, tone light with his teasing.

Elita didn't wince; firstly, she had too much control on her own for such a thing. and secondly, the Escort programming wouldn't allow something so "unseemly" in a situation it didn't belong.

But he didn't know anything, truly, and that was both good and terrible. She was as true as she could be to her person and in her reactions and interactions with Optimus, but, depending on what happened... Would that be enough?

She couldn't really see his expression well from her own angle, but she did glance downwards, a teasing smile blooming on her face as he spoke. The jewel grew warm and slightly brighter when he flicked it with his tongue, and Elita's optics briefly flickered.

"Thank you. And I would hope I look better than just 'not half bad'!" Elita said with a laugh, flicking the tip of the finial on the other side of the helm from where her own face was in amused rebuke.

"Gorgeous, really. Amazing. Spark-stopping." He could really get into this, and peered coyly up from her chest, only half teasing, and pressed lips to what he assumed was a sparklight. His audials twitched, the pleasure-shakes coming from her touches only increasing, and he jerked bodily at the flick. It all made him hard-pressed to keep himself steady as he slid worshipful hands across her frame.

"A paragon of femme design and beauty."

She could not keep from laughing. Really, she shouldn't laugh. But she was both amused at the impossibly silly and overdone compliments as well as... reluctantly, charmed. She knew she was well constructed, had aesthetic lines and was pleasant to look at.

Having her... "virtues" described in such an overblown way, however teasing, drew out her honest amusement as well and slightly incredulous happiness. She was a fair sight more practical and simple than what might be assumed, but that didn't mean she didn't both accept the compliments, and see the gentle teasing.

Her laughter contained nothing but honest - if, perhaps, some embarrassment, if one was capable of reading the signs - delight and she shook her helm.

"While I wouldn't quite phrase it like that... Creativity is the origin of great accomplishments." With which she meant a fair bit of different things, most of them concrete and not as... mystical as such a statement might seem at first.

Optimus only smiled wider, humming in happiness against Elita's chest. He wiggled closer, sneaking his helm slowly up her frame, pressing kisses across chest plating and shoulder armor to begin reclaiming her throat.

"No? ...I'm sure I could think of more, Brightspark," he teased, hand rubbing across her chestplates as he leaned close, thumb tracing the crystal. Despite being a general term of endearment, she was bright, literally and mentally.

But it was also too close to what he would actually call her, were she not so bound to him because of his position. It would be...foolish, to expect anything more. To get too attached. Mentally scrambling, he pulled up memory files of the cheesiest pet names he could think of.

"Or we could go with 'Sexy Servos'? Or maybe W-Whiplash Factory?"

He couldn't help it, and broke into snickers against her neck, smoke stacks sputtering as his frame shook with his mirth.

"W-why would anyone...?"

It was not her place to decide what he'd call her. Not now, not with her current (supposed) position, but despite that this was a job (and one less honest than just the escort position entailed), Elita was still... touched. It didn't make her feel any better about the trust she had to break, not in the least.

She didn't have time, however, to say anything to that before he continued and Primus bless--- She couldn't not laugh, both out of amusement and some incredulousness. It was obviously some of her position and upbringing that had her privately shaking her helm.

"... Not exactly... the sort of creativity I meant," Elita said, still laughing, and raising a hand to follow the nearest smoke stack with a finger or two. "I assume whoever came up with it wanted to describe something they thought worthy of... being noticed."

She snorted, and then collected herself. Couldn't precisely look at him and was just relieved the angle and their closeness made looking at him fully impossible anyway.

"I'm certainly flattered, however, that you would append the first one to me." And she was, no matter how much that - surprisingly so - hurt. Well, nothing for it.

"N-no...?"

He snickered easily, optics bright as he pulled away from huddling against her neck to stare up into her own. It was hard to resist the urge to duck back down as she continued. 'Brightspark'. He was such a silly fool.

"...Well. I hardly think you need such...ah, 'titles' for your own accomplishments and virtues to be known. More of which I still wish to learn, even if they are not...ahem. 'Virtues of the frame'."

...He was smitten, and it was obvious and he was so screwed.

He needed to stop talking. It was nearly physically painful to hear those things. She had failed somewhere, to protect herself in this endeavour. The point, yes, had been to make the Prime interested enough to keep her around.

Elita, however, was hardly a spy or sabouteur; she didn't have enough skill or knowledge to be able to lock away what was needed for an assignment like this, especially not after the fact. She hadn't after all, been supposed to have this position for more than a night originally.

She kissed him then, leaning down over him and urging his helm to tip back, one hand curled around the back of it. It was as much to make him stop as to get a moment to rally and think of what to say.

"I am fairly proficient in a few games, if you'd want to either play any you know, or want to learn... Diamond chatra, for example. You seemed quite invested when playing it with... ah, Prowl, wasn't it?" Personally, she liked that game a lot. The three-dimensional hard-light diamond playfield required thinking not just in horizontal, but literally three-dimensional, and a lot of strategy was needed.

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...sparklight? Like Megatron, maybe?

hmm... looks like a gem, so maybe something *similar*?

/nodnod

c:

.../lick

:OO! /... nibble

/nom!

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hmm... looks like a gem, so maybe something similar?