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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[ichooseboth]

Optimus almost let out a entirely too juvenile snicker at their little bit of word play, terribly pleased Elita was playing along - or at least, appeared to be. Ducking his head briefly, he leaned far enough to kiss the shoulder of the arm moving through the water, slowly pressing kisses in a trail up her neck and throat.

He...was learning, trying to pick up new ideas to please her all the time while hopefully not making a fool of himself. At least, he certainly felt more experienced than he had only weeks ago.

"Of course. I look forward to any number of, ah, matches between us in the future."

A silent laugh shook his frame, mouth at the base of her jaw. Anticipation for both the game and...anything else aside, the situation was pleasantly surreal, and he rose up to meet her gaze with humor-bright optics. At least the oil was hot enough to keep his rising internal temperature from being noticed.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Playing along, most assuredly. She wasn't above simple innuendo, and it seemed to amuse him. It was also good exercise, really. Engine humming faintly as he kissed up her shoulder and neck, a smile curled aboout her lips as he spoke and then... couldn't keeo his expression.

She pressed close just to feel the vibrations of the soundless laughter through his frame, and knew she needed distance. This had already gone too far, but leaving now wouldn't help.

"I have to say, I do too," Elita said with a grin as he looked up at her again. Raising the hand she'd had in the oil to his faceplates, she trailed a wet and shimmering finger over his lips.

[ichooseboth]

"I'm sure it will be a good match up."

Optics dimming in pleasure, Optimus leaned into that touch, kissing her fingertip. Tilting his helm, he was able to press another kiss to her palm, hands at her back curling into her frame, thumbs stroking her sides.

"But until then..." Laughing softly against her palm, he nipped gently at the seam on her wrist, tongue probing the gap leading to delicate servos. He glanced across at her from his position, mouth covered and optics coy.

"I would also like the oil to it's fullest, if you have no objections...?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

Curling her finger as he kissed it, briefly trapping the fingertip against and slightly behind his lips, Elita's engine hummed at the hands on her plating and the thumbs stroking her sides.

"Well, I don't see why I would have any objections. We're here, after all. Pity to not take advantage." She held her hand still, angling it back slightly to widen the available gap for his tongue.

"Any thoughts or plans in particular?" Elita asked, a slightly arch look over her faceplates as she shifted and then stretched in his lap. Squeezing the particular bit of kibble on his back he was holding and rubbing the heel of her hand in, her back mounted panels widened and were lowered as much as they could go (which, admittedly, wasn't overly far) into the oil, before they were raised again.

[ichooseboth]

Optimus' engine purred at her agreement, tongue eagerly flicking along and inside the offered gap. His optics dimmed in pleasure as the sharp static-tang of thinly-insulated circuits and sensors reached his mouth. He kissed her palm again, lingering over the sensitive metal before pulling away enough to speak.

"I can think of a few..."

Grinning, he turned in place, splashing slippery heat up them both by sliding lightly through the pool while holding Elita flush against his frame, her 'wings' catching the oil as they moved closer to the side. Sinking down to his knees at the edge, the oil rose up to their shoulders as he rested Elita up against a curve in the side that looked like it might be able to accommodate her kibble panels.

He leaned in with a pleased rumble, resting his helm against hers and siding hands up her sides.

"...Does this suit you?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

Shifting her panels slightly so they were better adjusted against the curve available, Elita scooted down some, tangling one hand on top of and together with one of Optimus'. The other she let drop into the oil, then raised it enough to flick oil at him, smile curling about her lips.

"I'm comfortable, if that's what you mean. Or did you mean something else?" The smile gained an edge and she raised one leg to hook it above the arm on that side, trailing her foot along the upper arm before she let her leg rest there.

[ichooseboth]

"Well, your comfort is a high priority of mine..."

He chuckled at the splash, tempted to return the gesture, but more tempted - and distracted - by the much more impressive gesture with her leg.

Primus.

Leaning himself flush up against her frame, he rumbled as he managed to settle himself between her (apparently quite flexible) legs.

"But I must admit, I have... ulterior motives." He grinned, teasingly feral, before pressing in for a heady kiss.

[invisiblepinkboat]

There were two things she could do here; continue to contemplate and be guilted by what she was - by necessity - hiding and how that would change them and how what was between them would change when (nothing else could be allowed to be thought, after all) the plan came to its delayed end.

That was one thing. The other was to not think about that, at least for the moment, and concentrate on Optimus and the here and now. With an internal sigh and a lot more audible engine rev at the Prime's response, Elita decided for the second.

::Well, to be honest, I'd be quite disappointed at this moment if you didn't, Optimus.:: Elita's laughter over the comm was tinged with a brassy undertone as well as a faint, encouraging expectant air.

Tilting her helm into the kiss and drawing a current from elsewhere, as well as the faint friction as their lips met, Elita charged her tongue and lips immediately. This instead of letting the friction the kiss itself would create pull up a charge. Cheating, perhaps, but she always found it a rather pleasant variation for kissing.

::What, then, were you thinking?:: Anticipation - held in check and countered by humour - threading her voice, Elita couldn't help but wonder what he'd change into when given more time and chance to grow, if this was what already peeked through.

She knew she shouldn't wish for it, but she rather wanted to help it along.

[ichooseboth]

::So if all this was just an excuse to wash your back...?:: His frame shook with engine-laughter, too occupied with the deliciously charged mouth to bother pulling away. Instead, he focusing on drawing hands up and down her sides, buffing his palms along armor as though he was giving her a scrub down.


::Thinking? Hmm... Lots of things. Hopefully things you're thinking as well?:: He rumbled happily, returning the charge with a lingering swipe of his tongue and nipping her lips. Slowly, his hands made their way down to her hips and thighs, teasingly 'buffing' and rubbing at the seams.

[invisiblepinkboat]

::Mmm, well. That might still be an ulterior motive, and I would have a clean back. And your hands would certainly not be wasted put to such use...:: Humming into the kiss to hide her laughter, Elita let the hand she'd had tangled with his trail up his arm instead, curling about the elbow-joint.

Fingers stroking over the joint, her other hand followed suit, mostly since with the way she was half-curled over him due to her leg, that was currently the easiest bit of him to reach.

::Thinking it or not, I'm sure we could... end up at the same line of code in the end.:: Because honestly? She couldn't see, with what she'd seen so far, that he'd be thinking of something truly outrageous or "strange". Hips canting into his touch as he wandered low, Elita moved her leg so she could rest it against the wheel on his shoulder, gently rubbing her heel against it.

[ichooseboth]

::I wouldn't mind cleaning your back.:: He teased, breaking the kiss only so he could press lips and teeth against the side of her helm, eagerly making his way toward her helm spines.

::But these...lines of code clearly need to be executed first.:: Splaying his hands across her ventral plates, Optimus slowly dipped his thumbs down between her thighs, far more tentative than his bold and teasing words. They had managed mutual overloads before, after all, but this...

What he was 'thinking' involved a bit more, as should be obvious as he slid his servos over her interface paneling, watching her expression through the sides of his optics all the while.

[invisiblepinkboat]

"And if you're offering, I'm hardly going to say no. I'm sure you've got some... hard to reach spots yourself." Tilting her helm into the kisses as he wandered up towards one of her spines, Elita smiled and moved her foot enough to set the wheel in his shoulder spinning briefly.

That was of course not arousing in and of itself (if it was, most wheeled cybertronians would have trouble), but that wasn't the point. Elita was honestly pleased to see Optimus start to exploring what he might want a bit more proactively.

Not that she would mind in the least to teach him more by having him spread out beneath her... hm.

Smile widening, she tilted her hips into the touch, spreading her thighs wider as his thumbs dipped between them. Optics going unfocused and pale in colour as Elita concentrated elsewhere, the searched out the circuits leading from spark-chamber to all over that would lead arousal-charge, and then the particular ones down to her pelvis...

And conciously re-routed a small bit of charge that had collected in the bundle of circuits that cradled her spark-chamber down to her pelvis and Optimus' questing hands, warming the plating slightly more and adding a brief, tingling zing of charge between her panel and his fingers.

[ichooseboth]

He was, as usual, oblivious to even the possibility of such idea. His Council-appointed education was greatly...lacking in any sort of variety, and 'letting' the smaller partner take command was something he really didn't know was done at all.

Or that he would likely enjoy it. Instead he spun his tires playfully, engine revving slowly.

::I am,:: It was an easy thing to offer, and his smile widened against the side of her helm, tongue flicking out to test the reaction the circular decoration at the base of her spine might get.

::I actually wouldn't mind in the least.:: He still had so many things about her he wished to learn...

-Only for his explorations to be cut short with a moan of is own, that shock from her paneling making him jerk and shudder in surprise. Optimus leaned back a bit, gazing down at the femme with obvious wonder in his optics.

"Primus! That was - how did you manage that? Is that...common?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

Clearly, if that came out, Elita would have to show him. Nevermind that she'd more or less done so already, but bringing him to overload while stimulating his audials. But as she wasn't aware that his education was quite lacking, she was merely enjoying the beginning proactivity for itself.

She'd had replied to those comments immediately, but since she was focused on... ah, yes. Elita laughed, digging her fingers into one of the elbow-joints she was stroking and putting pressure against a cable.

"If you know what you're doing, it's not hard; you merely have to pay attention to the detail of your own frame and workings... Most don't bother to." Shrugging, her amusement smoothed into a smile, her optics glowing bright.

"I'm sure there's other things I could show you, later." Elita's comment might have been nearly said off-handedly, but she was briefly assaulted by the image of the young Prime laid out on his back, open for her... she should be able to keep one leg up over her shoulder... So her tone had deepened midway through the sentence, intent making her voice gain a different thrum.

[ichooseboth]

Still reeling from the charge, Optimus had to fight the urge to give in too soon and just...grind blindly against her. It was a visceral reaction, spike pressing hard and eager against the inside of his plating. But they had barely started, and he wanted to at least attempt to tease the femme the way she had teased and pleasured him.

"Later?" Optimus questioned teasingly, one hand sliding up from her charged panel to the underside of that leg draped amazingly high up. Not that it was easy to coordinate, with her skilled fingers making the servos in his arms misfire with pleasure-data, but he splayed eager fingers out nonetheless, teasing up to the underside of her knee joint and back down again.

"I look forward to it..."

He continued testing out the boundaries to her her interface with the other, fingers exploring the edges. He tried to think about what she had said, focusing on your frame, and gave an amateurish attempt at charging his own fingertips as the delved in past her panel edges to the inside of her thigh joint instead.

[invisiblepinkboat]

"I would hope this isn't the last time we do something like this..." Elita trailed off, the encrouaging hum as his hand slid along the underside of her leg turning into a slightly glitchy static wash as he got to the kneejoint.

She really hoped it wouldn't be the last. She knew she was too attached, but she couldn't help but look forward not just to their possible games, but more of this as well.

"Oh, I do too. Most assuredly." Her voice warmed by her smile, Elita pulled one hand away form the elbow-joint it was exploring, stroking down edges and seams of his arm instead down towards the wrist. The other, however, shamelessly dug into the elbow-joint, stroking around and over raised edges and the slight gaps of the joint.

However amateurish it was, Elita gasped as his fingers - however faintly charged - brushed into the gap between thigh and hips, the pure sensation of current over sensitive workings enough to draw pleasure along her sensor-net and charge up her circuits.

[ichooseboth]

"Most certainly not the last..." He beamed, endlessly pleased by her admitted desires came without any sort of prompting. More than anything, he wanted her want to be genuine.

Optimus purred when his attempt had the desired effect, optics bright as he took in her every reaction. But his own reactions came as well, interrupting his watching as his arms shook with weakness, pleasure skittering through his lines.

He laughed awkwardly, torn between leaning into the touch and pulling away to regain some control over himself.

"...Though I might have to ask you to -ah- touch me elsewhere. I can't touch you back with limp hands." He grinned wryly, hands pointedly flexing in their positions: against the back of her knee, and buried knuckle-deep in her pelvic-thigh connectors.

[invisiblepinkboat]

There would be no way of securely convincing him, but her desire was, indeed, genuine. Amusement curled around her spark and caused her field to flicker out in brief spatters when Optimus voiced his request. Elita slowly drew her hand out of the joint, settling both hands against his lower arms to gently rub into the seams there instead.

"All right. I'll just have to overload your processor and spark later, then. Show you how else it can be done," Elita said with a smile that carried a fraction of the same intent as earlier when she had imagined Optimus underneath her.

She did get a brief flash of the same image again, this time with an addition of holding the other leg up straight, curled around it to be able to mouth over the spokes of his wheels.

Skittering flickers of charge crept up her circuits as he flexed his hands and she automatically angled her hips up; she'd always been particularly sensitive to tactile stimulation, but enjoyed all of it as much, especially as other variations left a longer potential buildup.

[ichooseboth]

Optimus couldn't help but sputter, processor briefly grinding to a halt at her declaration of intent.

"A-ah....yes. Please do?"

He ducked his helm down briefly, audials flicking in pleasured embarrassment, but his engine never halted it's enamored purring. He, of course, had no idea how she truly meant it.

But his the lines and cables for his hands were now clear, and he was able to continue his own slow assault on her circuits. Fingers no longer spasming with pleasure, he could continue making his teasing way across her lovely frame, and even repeat his recently learned trick from before. Curling digits inside Elita's thigh - deliberately angling fingers against the few thin plating layers separating the joint from her interface paneling - and charged his servos, managing a greater flare of static than before.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She hummed, quite pleased at his reaction whether or not he actually realized the full intention and content of what she wanted to do, and how it was to be done. Her engine thrummed in time with the faint vibration of her field as he slid his hand along her frame, and Elita stretched out, arching underneath the large but thorogh hand.

This was what she liked with bigger frames; they covered, and covered well, while those with a similar or smaller size to her own had a similar delightfulness as she did against a larger frame. Dexterity and getting into gaps more easily.

The humming still coming from her vocalizer was twisted into a surprised - if pleased - gasp when Optimus angled his fingers against the thinner layers of plating on the hip-joint-side of her interface paneling and shocked her.

"Ah! You learn... mm, fast, Optimus," Elita said, static fuzzing her laughter as she arched again, drawing back her leg slightly to hook it about his waist instead, sending oil outwards in waves.

[ichooseboth]

Optimus purred, immensely pleased his little trick had worked. Which is why he had to immediately try it again, twitching fingers against a different circuit line and varying the tingling shock.

"I try to be a quick learner. When I can. When it is...ah, interesting."

He laughed quietly, leaning down further over her shiny-wet frame, armor squeaking with the contact. "Which probably explains a lot of my failings with protocol."

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Mmm, I've noticed." Elita laughed, helm tilting back against the edge before he did it again. She twitched, hips lifting up, panels flexing as pleasure sang down her sensor net and charge rushed both inward from his hand and the fingers poked inside her hip/pelvis, and upwards.

"I'd suggest you try listening to things you aren't interested in, however... Or just find a more interesting way to learn." Her grin was sharp and amused, because even if that wouldn't really let him learn, she still had the entertaining tought of reading whatever it was that didn't interest him while working his frame over.

Hands sliding up his arms as he leaned down, her fingers dug into armour-seams and the angles, but without going too firmly or with too much... tricks. She could let him explore as he wished; she would hardly say no to having her frame and self paid some attention to.

And he was most delightful.

[ichooseboth]

"I have learned them," he objected with only a hint of defensiveness, joking tone never departing entirely. "I just...sometimes require a few repetitions. That's all."

He grinned, arching into Elita as she wiggled about, fingers twitching as though he wished to scissor them in a place...not exactly suited for such activity. ...Lack of experience or not, he has read a number of steamy holo-novels, mostly from before he became Prime. They aren't exactly council-approved reading material, and he keeps them close to spark, guarding his bit of escapism closely.

His next finger spark was a bit off thanks to the errant idea, the charge diffused more at the edge of her armor rather than within her internals.

"Though this is one thing I intend to, ah, learn quite eagerly. I am terribly interested in your knowledge."

Really. Please teach him. He wants to show her just how attentive he can be...

[invisiblepinkboat]

She doesn't laugh, and merely nods, keeping her amusement mostly to herself. Etiquette and protocol might not be the most riveting, but at least they didn't usually forget anything after learning it, so there was that.

"Repeating things can be fun," Elita said with a grin, and his wiggling fingers and the misfire of yet another charge had her rolling her hips, especially when he said he was oh-so-interested in what she had to teach.

"Some of it will have to wait, if only to accomodate what we might be doing now." She tilted her helm, optics nearly sparkling in the light as she slowly let the panel covering her interfacing equipment withdraw, revealing valve as well as allowing her spike to slide up, pressurizing without being charged much at all.

"But we can always start here." She'd teach him more later, when she had him in another position entirely.

[ichooseboth]

"It depends on what we might, ah, be repeating of course..."

He trailed off, freezing above above her, hand still stuck knuckle-deep in her open leg joint. He had the momentary, irrational urge to jerk his hand away. Optimus could feel the heat coming off her from those usually hidden, priming systems.

Optics wide, his couldn't decide if it was her tempting valve or...impressive spike he should focus on first.


"...oh."

Give him a minute. He might need a reboot.