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]

Elita pressed close as they both rode through and out Optimus' overload, and while his grip on her helm caused her several times to nearly tip into overload, she was both trained and experienced enough to take the small pauses between the erratic, delightfully firm gripping to hold back her overload.

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.

[ichooseboth]

He shuddered, optics dim as he vented heavily, systems hot from the wonderful strain of overload. Weakly, systems still rebooting, he rolled against her, purring at the feel of another warm frame flush against his own, her slimmer hands teasing across his over-sensitized frame. The grip of his hands against her helm vents briefly relaxed as he came back to himself, smiling like a dope against her cheek.

"...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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She laughed at the muttered exclamation, amused and sweet, because Primus, yes, he was both hot and adorable. He was young, but even so, there was a certain... collected nobility, so to speak, about the lines in his faceplates, and he looked so very different after an overload.

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.

[ichooseboth]

"That would be...rude." Optimus' grin lessened some, optic ridges going together in distaste at the very idea. Despite her joking tone, he seemed genuinely distressed by the idea.

"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."

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Hmm. This isn't--ah--about impressing anyone, Optimus. Merely about enjoyment--" Throwing her helm back to get another angle as Optimus' fingers slid up her audial spines and then closed abount the ends, rubbing, Elita looped her arms around the Prime's neck.

"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.

[ichooseboth]

"Not that sort of impress." He chuckled awkwardly, only to fall silent as the signs and sounds of the femme's own overload reached him. He had to keep himself from stilling his motions as well, pausing for a long moment of pleasant surprise and awe.

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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

If she'd have known Optimus' thoughts and reaction to what he'd helped create with her overload, Elita would have been charmed. As it was, she was busy enjoying the pulse and flare of her spark as well as the energy lashing out from her spark chamber out along her limbs in tingling, white-hot charged waves.

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.

[ichooseboth]

Optimus let out a startled sound at her clever trick, spinal struts bowing as he shuddered over top of her, going limp with pleasure.

"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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Elita shivered in turn as well, both at his reaction, and when he managed to return in, a sub-sonic moan slipping past as she first smiled, and then laughed.

"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.

[ichooseboth]

"-urk!" Optimus grunted in surprise as he was rolled, too shocked to even fight the motion in the least.

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?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

Laughing, Elita leaned in closer, resting her chin guard against his, keeping the working of her own engine as low and even as it could get while idling.

"Hello there." Another grin, and then she sat up, tapping his nasal ridge with a finger as she did so. "Stay there, I'll be back briefly. I should check in, as you said." With that, she swung herself off of the Prime and jumped off, back panels flaring as she did so... Yes, showing off a bit, and even more so as she slowly sauntered over towards the alcolve with the external comm. unit, setting a swing to her step as she did so.

[ichooseboth]

He blinked at the tap, smiling automatically. He was a little surprised by the sudden turn in conversation, but he wasn't about deny her.

Not after all that - not before it, either.

"Ah, of course. Take what time you need..."

He trailed off, gaze automatically falling down to her aft as she strutted away, watching her armor flare.

So. Lovely.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She was... admittedly both pleased and worried that they'd confirmed she could - and should - stay for as long as the Prime might want her near, since a foot in with the Prime would only help them.

Especially as they couldn't try anything at this moment, and not for however long in the future, what with their failed attack; security and readiness was too high. The issue would lie in if she could remain by his side for as long as needed...

And even if Elita already felt faintly guilty, she also knew she couldn't just explain everything here. Not even in the privacy of the Prime's own quarters; his own security might find out, and if someone there didn't agree with what she had to say..?

Yes, then she'd hardly be around for long enough to be able to use her foot in. So while the deception felt more uncomfortable now than it had when she took this mission, Elita was convinced there was no other way.

"Bored?" She smiled brightly as she came back, sliding back to lie on top of Optimus with a simple ease of familiarity she didn't... really feel, but that seemed appropriate. Relaxed.

[ichooseboth]

"Not at all," he admitted, optics following Elita's path back to the berth, engine rumbling appreciatively as she climbed back up on his frame. Hesitantly, unsure of how much contact was preferable after such 'casual' relations, he slid arms across her lower back, seeking to increase the feel of the frame against his own.

"Are your friends well and reassured?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

She certainly didn't mind the touch at all, and arched slightly up into it before settling back again, nodding, chin guard scraping over the back of her hands where she was resting her chin.

"They are. I was doubly reassured they'd be fine as well with me being... ah. Busy." Besides her "employer" having been alterted to the extended contract, as proper, the moment Optimus had asked for it and it had been settled.

[ichooseboth]

"...ah. Well. Good to know." He chuckled a bit awkwardly, but the knowledge was pleasing. He truly didn't want her friends to worry.

Even so, he was comfortable if a bit...unsure as to what he was supposed to do next. Did they continue where they left off? Did they sleep? Did she leave- Oh, he hoped not.

She did mention she would be 'busy' though, so maybe...

Even if she just stayed, he would be happy. He could fall into recharge so easily like this, he felt, with a warm frame pressed up against his own.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Elita was certainly in no hurry to go anywhere, and unless Optimus wanted to continue, she was also not at all opposed to recharge; for her, the day hadn't just involved the party and the attack, but arriving on Cybertron as well.

So she relaxed against and into him, one hand trailing lazily along one of his arms, and while her helm was canted attentively, after a few moments she began to sing quietly; an old cybertronian recharge song (used back when the method of recharge was more sinking more deeply into layers of lower awareness and conciously going through things, instead of what it was now).

[ichooseboth]

Optics flickering in surprise, Optimus slowly smiled as the lovely notes echoed out. He didn't know the song itself, but it was something old and calming, leaving his circuits pinging strangely. Once the melody began to repeat, he hesitantly began to hum along, heavy frame settling down into the berth in relaxation.

::What is this song called?::

[invisiblepinkboat]

Smiling in something like embarrassed happiness - this song was really rather personal, but it was also the first in her directory just because it was a personal favourite, but he had proven to be... someone she'd want to share it with - Elita tilted her helm, pleased when he slowly hummed along.

::I... don't think it has a name anymore. Most of the variations note it by the first notes of the melody itself, instead of any actual designation for it. It's distinctive enough... And it's used in a lot of other songs, especially those inroductory notes.::

Elita swore to herself as she realized she'd made a mistake; this song was famous, yes, but she didn't actually know if it held the same distinctiveness on Cybertron as it did on Paradron.

[ichooseboth]

::Hmm.:: Optimus rumbled thoughtfully, but really thought little on the song itself or it's mysterious origins. He was far too readily distracted by the warmth between them, and the vibrations of their engines.

Against his will, his optics began to dim, engine dropping deeper with the urge to rest.

::Unnamed or not, it is lovely. ...Do you sing often?::

[invisiblepinkboat]

... This was a chance. She knew it was, as he was dropping into recharge faster than she was. But actually getting out of here with the Prime, from the stronghold of the Primacy, and with security heightened from the failed attempt?

No, it wouldn't work.

Instead, Elita let his responses also lull her own systems towards recharge, even as she trailed a hand repeatedly down the side of his helm slowly.

::It is... a favourite.:: She was, despite what she'd just considered, happy he liked it. ::On my own or on request? Both. I like it, so doing it for myself or others, upon demand by a client or not... I never mind.::

It was a simple thing in an existence that was less than simple.

[ichooseboth]

The Prime was happily oblivious to the thoughts of his newly-acquired lover, content in frame and spark and without a hint of fear or suspicion. She had treated him kindly in a great moment of both physical and emotional weakness - why would she seek to?

His purr deepened as fingers graced the side of his helm, and Optimus automatically turned his head into the touch, smile growing.

::I can see why. You have a lovely talent.::

Despite their dimness, his optics lingered faintly online even as the rest of him began to drift off. He wanted to both watch as well as listen to her sing for as long as he could.

[invisiblepinkboat]

The simple, and honest compliment actually had her a bit flustered, if only because she hadn't expected it to affect her so. It was quite silly; she had got similar compliments from equally as sincere and young sparks before.

::Thank you.:: Elita smiled widely at a natural pause in the song, before she continued, expression falling calmly concentrated, soft despite its intensity. She did like simply repeating this song until she was close enough to recharge to simply play it inside her processor as the last sequences for powering down was happening; she also liked watching her partners relax and slowly fall toards recharge themselves.

[ichooseboth]

It was certainly working.

Despite Optimus' lazy return smile and desire to linger online to watch the desirable femme preform, his optics slowly went dark as his large frame began to cycle down.

It wasn't long before the purr of his working engines dissolved to only the faintest hum, and the last thing he registered before falling offline was the sound of her voice.