red_diode_district | 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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From:

ichooseboth

"Ah...well yes. If you like?"

He shrugged, that awkwardness surging back as she had hoped. He hesitated at giving her orders of any sort - it felt off to him, despite her intended function.

"...You are welcome to take some time to consider it, of course. Like I mentioned earlier, I am sure you have friends that are concerned. I've already been informed that the news has already picked up on the attack earlier." He gestured awkwardly to his audial, shrugging.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

She chuckled and then shrugged since it was too late already. This was important, and her own knowledge of "state-level" secrets and governmental procedures in general (if not the main Cybertronian one in particular) worked against her to give her a situation where she couldn't not activate it.

"This is important, so it's probably for the best, no matter what I think." Idly raising her other hand to follow the gaps in the armour between knuckles and the seams in the armour of his hand, Elita tilted her helm.

"I have a few I should inform, yes, but I don't really need time to consider it. If you would want to extend it, I am both... amenable to it, and obligated to extend it." She raised her optics to stare into his, glow bright, and hoped the emphasis was obvious enough that he would understand.

She might currently be oblibated, as she'd said, to extend it, but she would... certainly not mind to spend more time with him personally.

From:

ichooseboth

The 'obligated' part of all that didn't appeal, but the first part gave him a sudden, unexpected surge of hope. With that and the touches to his hands - armored like a Prime or not, Consorts knew their way around around such things, and a shiver worked it's way from his arm up his spinal struts.

"Ah...I would indeed, then." Audials twitching, he fought the urge to look away from the bright glow of her optics, managing a pleased smile.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

Her smile deepened a bit at the shiver, and she let her hand linger on top of his, thumb angled into a seam and stroking slowly, the movement light enough that there was no emphasis on what she was doing, but it would be quite impossible to completely ignore it.

"I would like that... And consider it done. For how long?" ELita's optics dimmed and she cocked her helm as she accessed the correct files and scripts, ready to edited what had previously been sent to her on file.

From:

ichooseboth

"Ah... I have no idea. How long would you like?" He rubbed his free hand over his helm, chuckling awkwardly. How often did a escort get to set her own time, anyway?

"It isn't like I commission consorts often or anything. I hardly know the habits or protocol."

Or ever. He had to be forced into this one in the first place, after all.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

That... while sweet, wasn't very helpful at all. She floundered a bit, frowning slightly and then just shook her helm, squeezing the hand she was still holding and then kissed his index finger before she straightened up again.

"I can't answer that. I don't have any other scheduled appointments currently after yours, which, as you are the Prime, you would have been in your right to cancel if you would have wanted to extend the contract either way." Elita shrugged, idly tracing a pattern over his hand, digigng into gaps or stroking along seams a little more firmly as she came upon them.

Seemingly a random pattern, but rather well-thought out, really.

"As long as you - if that would please you - would give me a chance for some off-time, you are free to extend it for however long you wish."

From:

ichooseboth

He'd feared as much.

The special treatment irritated him, and not even the pleasant touches could completely prevent his sudden frown. He wanted people to seek him out on his own merits, make time for his own conversation or personality or even his appearance. Not because he happened to be the Prime. Optimus tried not to sigh, and managed some resolve - he should not have expected anything more, really. Foolish mech.

"...Let's start with a deca-cycle for now and see how that works out. I am more than fine with you having time off scheduled within that timeframe, so long as it does not conflict with any functions I might need to attend with company. Agreeable?"

From:

invisiblepinkboat

The special treatment would have come from anywhere, but compared to some others, most would probably not have revealed said special treatment, merely silently cancelling and rescheduling around the Prime's wishes.

Elita frowned to match Optimus, even if she was unsure what the frown was about, exactly, but nodded at his elaboration.

"It is, and gladly so... Now, Optimus. Since you encouraged me to speak my mind... What is that for?" At 'that', she raised her other hand to gently poke a finger between his optics, where his frown was.

From:

ichooseboth

Having the special treatment pointed out, while better in a way, still only emphasized the fact that he was being given priority.

Optimus blinked in surprise, rearing back slightly as he went briefly cross-opticed, trying to stare at her finger.

"...pardon?"

From:

invisiblepinkboat

"The frown, Optimus." Elita frowned herself, tapping his forehead again, and then the top of his nasal ridge before she withdrew her hand.

"Did I... ah, do or say something?" Tilting her helm, Elita wondered if she'd gone too far in speaking her mind. He'd allowed it, but she might have exaggerated that allowance...

From:

ichooseboth

He blinked again, only to sigh. He would enjoy the familiarity she took if it were not for the situation.

"...I do not enjoy special treatment. Not in this, naive idealism it may be. Stay if you find it pleasing to be here, leave if you do not. Cancel appointments if you prefer this over them, not because the Prime might prefer it."

From:

invisiblepinkboat

"I'm not sure it would help, but if there was no actual programming present, the only special treatment you'd get would be because I rather enjoyed the evening... Despite the revelation," Elita said with a frown, and then, with a thoughful expression, shifted her postion so she could lean up and press the fronts of their helms together.

"But I can tell you... honestly and without reservation... That I would be very pleased if you'd want me to stay, because I would certainly like to have the chance to know you better." Pulling back, still sitting on her knees to bring her face to face with Optimus, and even slightly taller than that, Elita shamelessly cradled his face in her hands.

"Do you want me to stay?"

From:

ichooseboth

Again, she managed to surprise him, and he allowed the contact, going so far as to lean into the touch. It was good to hear she wanted to stay, even if all he could do was trust her word that it was what she actually wanted. Consort programming wasn't something he'd thought much about before now

"...I do want you to stay. I would not have suggested it otherwise."

He pulled back enough to shake his helm, venting a sigh with a wry smile.

"Having company that does not want to be around simply does not appeal."

From:

invisiblepinkboat

Sitting back to not crowd him when Optimus pulled back, Elita shook her helm.

"If I truly wouldn't want to be here, the best the programming could do would make me feel less inclined to leave, but you asked my opinion and what I wanted; I don't have to lie for that, especially..." Trailing off, Elita tilited her helm, looking up at Optimus from under the edge of her helm, optics glowing softly and a small smile on her faceplates.

"I haven't needed to lie, thanks to you. It's been... refreshing." It was irony to say such things, and it almost made her lose the mood and moment she'd managed to capture, but pushed it away.

It was, after all, true in all things except the overlying background reason that she'd been put here in the first place.

Everything, of course, but right now... that didn't, couldn't, matter.

From:

ichooseboth

While he could have easily remarked that she could easily be lying to him right now, he was quite tired of the circular logic.

And he was starting to actually believe her. It was easier to trust, anyway.

"...Good to know. Very good to know." Tentatively, he leaned back in, bumping their helms gently.

"I think this should work out pleasantly."

Believing that the programming wasn't that strong was good to hear - rumors and his own doubts easily exaggerated things. But he was still going to talk to his new medic about it once she was gone.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

He could have, and if she was the least bit unwilling about staying right here if he'd asked it of her, the programming... would, as she'd said, made her inclined to stay, if not want to throw herself at his feet and worship him.

Rubbing her helm against his slightly as he bumbed them together, Elita peered at the Prime, considered what she knew, and then nodded.

"I believe so, yes." With a smile, she pressed the central ridges of their helms together before she tilted her helm, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, then sat up straight, though leaned forward.

"Would you like me to continue..? Or are you in the mood for stimulating something else?" Her voice almost cheery, though she kept her smile hidden, Elita rested a hand on Optimus' thigh, quite far up.

From:

ichooseboth

He laughed nervously, optics gone dim as he savored the contact with the lovely femme. The had at his thigh made him shiver. Venting hard through his stacks, he couldn't help the sudden increase in heat now that his suddenly-arisen moral concerns had been quelled.

It did absolutely nothing for his other bits of anxiousness, of course. His ascension into Primacy at such a young age did little to help with his inexperience with others in the more intimate of persuasions. Sometimes he swore he could hear some of the elder Primes laughing at him should the thought ever cross his mind while in the Matrix.

"I think...you most certainly may continue."

From:

invisiblepinkboat

A sub-sonic hum starting up in reply to the obvious nervousness, Elita leaned forward to kiss the chin-guard, gently scraping her teeth down it. It was hard to decide whether she would like him - if she had the chance to see him at that time - to remain this adorable even in the future since it was a turn on in itself. Or if it she would prefer to see what he could grow into.

Mentally shaking her helm at herself, Elita turned her concentration towards the Prime's red, white and blue frame again. Think of now, not later.

"You do know, experience doesn't accumulate with age. No need to be nervous, Optimus," Elita laughed, she couldn't help it. It was a gentle laugh however, the sound thrumming against the side of his face as she dropped a kiss on his cheek and then, curling her other hand behind him to cradle the back of his helm, kissed him properly.

Her other hand, the one on his thigh, was at the same time slowly stroking upwards along the seams in the armour until it hit the gap between pelvic plate and thigh armour, and stopped there, her thumb running along the edge.

From:

ichooseboth

His chuckle still had anxiousness laced through it, despite both of their best efforts, but it was better than before.

"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.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

She silently had to accede the point; nothing but accumulated experience would help alleviate the nervousness, but he wouldn't necessarily not be nervous, not even when he actually had some experience.

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.

From:

ichooseboth

He vented, low and amused within the nervousness.

::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.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

::If it was only me? Of course.:: Elita smiled slightly, humming in pleasure at the reaction she'd managed to tease out, and she let him tug her as close as he wanted, easily yielding to the kiss.

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.

From:

ichooseboth

"Otherwise not so much?" Optimus tried to laugh, but of course the sound was muffled - not that he was bothered much. Instead he shuddered, jerking against her armor.

"...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.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

"The consort programming is here to smooth out rough edges, and I'm supposed to be aren't I? Practice, Optimus, does make... good, if not perfect, programming or no." Elita smiled, a small, mostly private one; because in fact, most of her skill came from her own exploration and experience, compared to escorts who were made that way, and got their basic information and 'experience' from the programming before they began to accumulate their own.

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."

From:

ichooseboth

Letting out a low grunt of pleasure, Optimus moved to do follow those rough directions. Hand skimming across the rough edges on the side, he tentatively traced the base of her nearest audial spine, both nervous and excited at once. Kisses slowing as he slid anxious fingers up the length of it, he waited for a reaction of any sort, good or bad.

Her touch across his helm vent drew a choked gasp from him, breaking off the kiss completely as he shuddered.