red_diode_district | LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

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.

The kiss certainly shut him up. He didn't even have much of a chance to respond in kind before she pulled away, optics wide and dim in dazed surprise.

Maybe she...hadn't noticed his slip? Or at the very least, didn't disapprove of it. He wasn't any less fragged over, but he perked up noticeably at her suggestion, audials only slightly back in mortification.

"..You play Diamond Chatra?" There was no doubt in the exclamation, only excited pleasure, and he leaned forward in transparent eagerness. Half of the eagerness was probably mild desperation to change the subject, but it was still real.

"What is your handicap and field rank?"

It was still surprising how affected he got by a good kiss; adorable. Which didn't help anything at all. She'd noticed the slip, and she didn't mind. Which was the problem.

With how honest and naïve he was, she was rather sure that when things were taken to their point, someone else on the Concil would have to play intermediary with Optimus. He would probably not want to deal with her again.

"I do, yes," Elita said with a chuckle, and if there was any strain, it was gone in less than an astrosecond. "A 5.0 time-reliant one in favour of anyone with less rank than I, and a 0.2 time-reliant one in favour of me against anyone three ranks above." She had to pause to remember if the ranks used on Paradron were the same as on Cybertron, and then nodded, mostly to herself.

"A 2.5+ one, on the 1-5 scale."

The Prime began to perk up even further, grinning as she listed her rankings.

"Impressive! I just reached a three myself, though I personally think it is just because I'm constantly going up against Prowl. He won't say, but I'm sure he's at least near 5, which is probably skewing the rankings in my favor. Your handicaps are better than mine."

He had no issues with being humble in his explanation - he hadn't been playing very long at all, only since he became Prime and Prowl offered to teach him.

"He probably is; ideally no one should learn from someone so far above them, as I was taught..." She tapped a finger against her cheek as she spoke. "Since that will always set you up to expect a lot more time available than you actually have against someone with a similar skill."

Elita laughed then, shaking her helm mostly at herself.

"Sorry. I forgot playing the game is also just for fun. But we started out talking rankings, and it's easy to forget that counting those in. Would you want to compete, or play it outside of tournaments?" Elita asked, curious even if she knew that, logistically and practically, the Prime could never turn to actually doing or playing something in a formal manner.

He had other duties, and there would always be the chance of any given game being ruled in the Prime's favour. But really, she didn't see the reason to consider that here. She just wanted to know what Optimus would want to do, whether he could feasibly do it or not.

Optimus only chuckled in turn, shaking his head.

"No, I and Prowl both would agree. And I at least have a good deal of fun while playing. Prowl, maybe not so much, but I'm sure the occasional vexation is good for him."

He shrugged, a small, secret smile taking the place of his broader grin.

"While true tournaments are largely out of the question, I have...dabbled in the network circuits before. Under a pseudonym, of course."

"From what I've seen, some annoyance may indeed be good and a useful exercise for him, yes," Elita said, keeping her expression mostly straight. She was amused, yes, but on a simple evaluating level, it probably was good for the rigid mech.

... Though she had caught him mumbling to himself over a datapad while passing him in a corridor once, so she didn't think he had that large of a problem when it came to rigid thinking... Just a particular way of going about it.

Optimus revelation, however, brought Elita up short briefly, both surprised and pleased. Mostly for him, because the chance to actually practice your hobby and get the satisfaction of competing, whether you were particularly good at it or not? It was its own reward.

"Of course," she laughed, softly, tilting her helm curiously. "Having fun? I assume it's been useful at the least to play against others other than Prowl."

Optimus chuckled, only able to imagine what effects the annoyance might have on the strategist outside of their games.

"Surprisingly so, actually. The difference between him and the average player is like night and day, and I actually can get surprised when I'm beaten, rather than expecting it. My pseudonym's ranking has only climbed to a 2 at this point, on it's own." He grumbled good-naturedly, eying Elita in speculation.

"...But I do still prefer live games. It's much more interesting to watch, especially against a new player. Would you care for a challenge match some time?"

He grinned in anticipation, wet fingers curling at her warm back, location forgotten. How easily he'd been distracted. Both them, still curled up together in hot oil, the perfect location for passionate 'facing...and they were distracted by gaming.

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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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/comes up with crap

/adds to the crap!

:D

OPTIMUS PRIME: INTERNET ANON :V

Hehehe xD

From frolicking in oil to gaming. OH OPTIMUS

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