Fandom: Transformers Bayverse (POV'verse), World of Darkness (Werewolf centric)
Author: gatekat and _wilderness_ on LJ
Pairing: Jolt/Sandy Nailobo
Rating: NC-17 mech/female
Codes: Het, Xeno (Transformer/Human), Sticky, Non-con Bonding
Summary: Watch Jolt relax and muse ... and fall asleep so that anyone can sneak up on him ;)

Notes: RP written in the Point of View fanverse explained http:/community .livejournal .com/ tf_matrix/738 .html and pretty much in story as well.
Jazz is alive (you should be used to this by now) and bonded to Prowl.

"text" - English
~text~ - Bond or uplink talk

Jolt's First Socket 01: Relax... watch... and doze?

Relaxing on base, Jolt watched the others around him at the mostly human-build, gradually being converted facility of Diego Garcia on Earth. He wasn't exactly a newcomer to the Autobot team, but he was one of the newer members. Which meant that he never found out as much as some of the others. Though, he knew all about the sockets - the whole base was alive with that news, mechs eagerly talking amongst themselves about who they might choose and whether they would be accepted. It was nice to be able to have sockets again.

Jolt stretched, arms above his head, yet another human mannerism they seemed to have all picked up on. This planet was different to so many worlds they had visited, yet in some ways so similar to their own. And with the potential for sockets, the desire to stay here just grew. Though he'd never had a socket before - created just as the war broke out and all the sockets were dying or being killed, he'd never had the chance to have that sort of connection. And he found himself wanting to try it out. But who with? Sam was taken, as was Mikaela. Leo he wasn't sure about but he wouldn't be surprised if Skids and Mudflap took him for themselves. He barely knew many others on the base, at least personally. He knew names, ranks and jobs, but that was about his extent. Pretty pathetic for a scout he thought to himself. But with the lull in the war, he could now take the time to explore and find out more about... well, everything!

He turned over, relaxed on the tarmac, secure in the base where he could transform and recharge his solar batteries. The sun was warm on his plating and he soon found himself drifting into recharge.

Not far away in one of the maintenance bays, a relative newcomer to NEST watched the Transformer with keen interest. The relatively small electric blue mech had a draw to him like no one else on base, and that was saying something for the technophile who had regular wet dreams about just getting to work with Ratchet on inventory.

When Jolt didn't move for several long minutes she left the shelter of the maintenance bay to walk up to him. Despite the caution she used out of respect for the fact that he was larger, heavier and stronger than she was, it was only a background note. Her entire frame vibrated with intense desire to get close, to touch and get to know him as intimately as she knew any machine she worked on.

A slow stalking around his relaxed, powered down frame, taking in every detail she could eventually led to enough boldness to reach out and touch a piece of shoulder armor.

Jolt jumped as something touched his right shoulder plating, systems snapping from recharge to aware in an instant.

"Wha?" He powered up his optics, looking around for what had touched him. It had been something warm. Something... organic and Primus he really hoped it wasn't one of the 'rodents' Ironhide always went on about. He'd had enough of glitchmice back on Cybertron.

"Hello," a voice spoke in the local dialect not far from his right audio receptor.

Sitting up carefully so as not to scare the human, Jolt stared at the woman, databanks automatically bringing up her name, rank and occupation.

"Lieutenant Nailobo." He inclined his head in greeting. "I apologies, you startled me." Thank Primus there was a lull in the war and he was allowed to be startled.

The smile she gave him could light up the base. "Mine as well Jolt," she inclined her head slightly. "It is rude to touch without asking," she dropped her gaze a bit, but the effort to be polite didn't last long against the intense curiosity to study every bolt and wire he was made of. "It seems my curiosity has overridden my manners again. Have you been shown around the base yet?"

"It's quite all right." Jolt smiled briefly at her. He could feel her gaze on him and he shifted, almost unconsciously displaying more of himself. If the way she was looking at him was any indication, it had the same effect on her as it did on most Cybertronians. "I haven't been shown around the whole base." He'd seen a few places, but really hadn't explored at all. "Are you going to give me a guided tour?" He flashed another grin at her, stretching out his EM field just for a taste. And what a taste, eager and curiosity mingling with her own charge that made his spark pulse that little bit faster.

Could she really be aroused just looking at him? Could it really be that good, that easy?

"I would love to," Sandy nearly purred, her own stance shifting to make the uniformly unflattering cammies cling and slip over her natural curves just a little more. "Though please call me Sandy if I do."

"All right, Sandy." Another smile and he straightened, standing up and looking down at her.

"Would you rather walk or drive?" He asked, spark pulsing again at the thought of her inside him. Of that body pressed against his seats.

A rush of intense excitement shot from her pussy, up her spine and through her brain at the very thought of being allowed inside one of these incredible beings when she was coherent enough to appreciate it.

"We will see more of the base before my shift if we drive," she managed to keep her voice level even as she hoped she wouldn't get wet enough to get his seats damp. She doubted she'd live that down.

Her pheromones peaked and Jolt had to stifle a moan. Organics could produce their own form of energy, that much he knew from the lectures on sockets, but to actually feel that energy was something different.

He transformed before he could give himself away any further, not sure how she would react. Though if her earlier reactions were anything to go by, she certainly wouldn't mind.

Opening the passenger door, his voice echoed around the interior. "Please, Sandy."

With a smile and shiver of excitement she slipped in and settled in the soft, conforming passenger seat. She buckled herself in and slid her lands along the fabric to either side of her thighs, taking in the Chevrolet Volt's standard looking but anything but standard feeling interior before dragging her mind back to reality.

Jolt's engine revved briefly as she touched his seatbelt, settling down to a contented purr as she stroked along his seats. That was certainly a nice feeling! And something he found himself wanting more of.

"That," she pointed to the building she'd come out of. "Is my workshop. I don't get to spend much duty time there, but feel free to drop by if you want to."

"I would be honored to drop by." He murmured, lowering his voice so as not to deafen her. "Where do you spend most of your time?" He asked as he set off at a slow pace, faster than walking, but still slow enough for them to see what was passing and for Sandy to give commentary on.

"Duty shifts are generally in the computer center working on integrating our systems with yours, though I've had a few opportunities to work with Ratchet on learning Cybertronian physiology," she tried not to make it sound like the wet dream it had been for her. "Most of my free time is either in my workshop or keeping up my combat skills. Between field teams and Decepticon infiltrators, they're needed."

The car around Sandy actually shuddered briefly as she mentioned integrating their systems. A hundred lewd comments flashed through Jolt's processor, most likely used by one set of twins or the other.

"I would be willing to help you keep up with your combat skills." He offered.

"Really?" she couldn't quite hide her surprise and didn't even try hiding her delight. "That would be great. The guys here are too scared of hurting me for a proper sparring match."

What had she done to make him this friendly? It was something to do every day if she could.

"I imagine you learnt a great deal with Ratchet. He's a good teacher." He could tell by the inflection in her voice, and the peak in her arousal levels that she had thoroughly enjoyed the time she spent with Ratchet.

"I did," she smiled. "I'm fairly sure I could do basic field repairs, though I hope I don't have too considering what it would mean."

"With some of the mechs I've known, basic field repairs can be needed just from training." He slowed down a little as they passed a group of soldiers.

"Ironhide, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker," she actually laughed, a playful, highly amused tone from a relaxed frame.

"I understand how it can be. It was difficult enough getting the training I required." He paused, seemingly lost in memory. "Just because you're smaller does not mean that you can't train with the bigger 'bots." He laughed briefly. "Jazz taught them a lesson though."

"He is amazing to watch," she smiled, drifting through her own memories of the last two months. "I never thought something mechanical could be so graceful. Watching him and Sideswipe spar was like watching quicksilver in motion. If we weren't in the middle of the Indian Ocean, I could just go to the local dojo, but out here trying to convince a soldier that sparring with the female lieutenant isn't a bad idea isn't easy. They're either afraid they'll hurt me and get in trouble, that they'll touch something and get in trouble, or I'll wipe the floor with them and they'll never hear the end of it."

Speeding up again, Jolt agreed with her. Though more about watching Sideswipe...

"Perhaps once they see you practicing with me they might be more amenable to practicing with you?" Jolt suggested, trying to ignore the surge of... jealousy? that overcame him as he thought about Sandy training with someone else.

"If I'm lucky," she reached forward and rubbed his dashboard affectionately. "Even if they do, the opportunity to spar with a mech isn't something I'd pass up. It's what the practical application is going to be after all. Women like me won't be in combat anytime soon."

Jolt's engine revved at the affectionate touch. "I'm glad you feel that way." He murmured, spark pulsing. "It seems strange how you humans don't always utilize everyone you can. Cybertronians have always managed to use whatever they can, with the permission of whatever indigenous lifeforms may be around. Take the sockets for instance..." Jolt paused when he realized exactly where his musing had taken him.

"I definitely know what you mean," she almost managed not to grumble even as she slid her fingers along his dash, light digits ghosting over all the controls within reach before turning her attention to his door, exploring it to try and satisfy her arousal with curiosity. "I've heard bits and pieces that they're useful for more than just medical."

There was no stopping the hot thrill that crashed through her remembering overhearing Major Lennox and Master Sergeant Epps discuss some of those 'other uses' or at remembering it.

"Yes!" Jolt squeaked as she moved her fingers along his dashboard and then focused on his door.

He slid briefly, tires losing traction on the ground as the sensations filtered through his systems. To Sandy's credit, she did little more than still her hands and waited for him to regain control, trusting the Autobot not to crash.

"They're useful for much more." He agreed when he regained control. "I imagine you have heard some rumors perhaps?" Tentatively, he reached out with his EM field again, almost enveloping Sandy at this close range.

Her eyes closed, and though she kept any sound from escaping her lips, the deep rumble of approval in her chest was easily felt, as was the intense spike of arousal. It went beyond pheromones now. He could detect the scent of sexual lubricants soaking through her cammies, the tang of need in her sweat and a host of increased vitals preparing her body for exertion and mating.

"I overheard a couple of the guys talking about it," she struggled to keep her voice and breathing even. "Does it feel good, to be touched?"

"It does. I can... show you?" He slowed to a halt, near an empty warehouse, reluctantly opening his door for her. He could smell her, and it sent his systems wild. He wanted nothing more that to release the cable he'd never used. Wanted nothing more than to connect with her. How he'd fallen so quickly, he wasn't sure. But he knew he wanted her. Knew he wanted to claim her if she would allow it.

"I would like that," she didn't hold back the rumbling near-purr, though she was as reluctant as he was to end the unique intimacy of being seated inside him. Still, she slipped out, her fingers caressing him with every movement until she broke the contact to step back so he could transform.

Actually grateful that all four wheels were on the ground because he was sure if he'd been in root mode, he might have staggered a little. Jolt shut his door before transforming. Reflexively, he glanced around, checking that no one else was around before they disappeared from sight inside the warehouse his sensors had indicated was empty of both humans and bots.

He sat down, motioning for Sandy to come closer.

"Your socket..." He started, tracing the outline of her socket and thrummed in pleasure when she pressed into the contact lightly. "... allows a mech to connect to you." He so badly wanted to say 'allows me' but couldn't voice that possessiveness he felt. Not yet. Not before she'd chosen. "Through it, we can take and receive pleasure. As well as transmitting information in much the same way we do amongst our own kind."

He didn't miss the shudder that passed through her at the description.

"So," she processed the statement's additional information while she reached out to explore the hand and wrist near her head, fearlessly dipping fingers between warm armor plates to touch the wires inside. "You are wired for pleasure beyond the simple flip side of pain?"

His systems stuttered at her touch, the warmth seeping through to the wires she was touching.

"Much more than you could know." He reached out with his EM field, loving her response as he let it play across her skin.

"I could show you... if you would allow me." He let his finger linger on her socket, pressing ever so gently against it. "I could connect to you, show you what the rumors are about."

He could almost read her thoughts without the connection. Desire warred with caution as she realized that he was suggesting far more than she had anticipated. Far more than human pleasure meant. More that just touching and bliss.

Sandy bit her upper lip, horribly torn between duty and desire, risk and reward. She knew things not meant to be shared. Things that would get her killed if she was the leak.

"Can you ... keep my thoughts from transmitting?" she was nearly trembling in need. "There are things I know..."

His spark pulsed a little faster as she bit her lip, worry evident on her face. Jolt wanted nothing more than to pick her up, cradle her and tell her that everything would be all right.

But he wasn't sure. He was going on instinct, what his systems were telling him he needed. He didn't know what would happen when they connected, but he didn't want to admit that to Sandy.

"I'm sure I can..." He said, sounding more confident than he felt. "And if not... well, I will not tell anyone else."

Sandy took a moment to focus on touching him, exploring wiring with nimble fingers while she tried to make her very uncooperative brain think. Why was it so hard to think? Why did she want to do this Very Dangerous Thing with someone she'd barely met?

After a painful moment she did what she always did and submitted to the loudest demands of her instincts and nodded. "All right, Jolt," she smiled up at him, shaky in desire and nerves.

"Really?" Jolt had to check, wanting to make sure she wanted this. For a moment, he thought about reducing his EM field, but decided against it. He wanted Sandy. Wanted to join his cable to her socket. Wanted her to be his socket.

Without a conscious command, the cable began extended, snaking out from under his wrist armor, brushing against her hand.

"You're sure?"

Instead of speaking, she slid her fingers along the head of the cable, caressing the connection and watching him shudder before reaching around to plug it into herself. A sharp gasp at the pleasure was the only sound she made at first, her body trembling and legs weakening at the sudden rush.

Glad that he was sitting down, Jolt felt his systems spike with arousal and need. As she made the connection, he groaned, pleasure flooding through him and he wasn't sure whether it was from himself or from Sandy. As she trembled, he moved a hand to catch her, curling his fingers around her body. He could detect her quickening pulse, feel her temperature rise with her arousal. And feel the wetness between her legs.

Carefully, he brushed one large thumb down her front and she arched unabashedly into the contact with a small moan that greatly understated the pleasure she was feeling.

"How does it feel?" He asked, vocalizer a little husky.

"Intense," she shuddered, reaching out for any part of him she could caress.

Despite his efforts not to hear her thoughts and her own to control them, one came through loud and clear. ~Want to touch.~ With it came imagery of the mutual pleasure, mutual touching, that humans engaged in.

Jolt groaned again, spike pressurizing behind his panel.

~Sure?~ He sent across the link, releasing the catches on his interface panel. His spike extended, and his systems automatically registered the size of his partner and adjusted themselves. That in itself was an oddly pleasurable feeling.

He let his thumb linger over her breasts, feeling her heartbeat beneath the flesh.

"Yes," the link left him with no doubts that she was absolutely sure of this much.

He could feel as much as see her surprise at his spike, then the desperately needy whine that came with though-images of her being mounted, but the sizes were off. The oddness was quickly wiped from his processors as she did her best to strip down, shedding her cammies and as much of her undergarments as she could with the cable attached to her neck.

Her intent was on his spike, however. She just couldn't reach it with his finger stroking her chest.

Jolt watched with eager optics as Sandy stripped off, his enjoyment bleeding over the link. Once she was as naked as she could be, he traced his thumb down her body once more, parting her legs.

~Want you.~ he breathed both over the link and out loud. His thumb caught some of her lubricant, sensors immediately analyzing it. He pulled her closer, wanting to feel her on his spike.

Warm hands reached out and closed around his spike, stroking it with a slow, practiced pace as she looked up, watching him.

~Want you.~ she whispered back, arching involuntarily with a moan as a shot of pleasure raced through her systems from his.

Optics flickering offline, he allowed himself to briefly indulge in the sensation, data cables extending out to return the favor. It was easier to manipulate the cables on her skin than it was his fingers. No need to fear crushing her accidentally with the cables.

The echo of feeling himself through her hands transmitted through the link and he arched briefly, pushing his spike into her hands. Cables snaked across her torso, one toying with a nipple, another heading straight for the dampness between her legs.

~Want to please you.~ Images of Sandy impaled on his spike, taking his nanites into her body flooded the link.

There was a moment of complete clarity from her side when her hazy brain worked out nanites, but it barely lasted a second. ~Let me ride you,~ she focused on the link and the image of him on his back with her sliding up and down his spike, her hands busy everywhere she could reach as their pleasure increased.

He shuddered, wrapping both hands carefully around her and lifting her off the ground before he settled on his back, placing her gently on his stomach. The socket cable automatically extended, allowing them to move further without breaking the link.

He could feel the heat from her body, feel her arousal as she dripped on his armor, the cables never ceasing to tease and torment her further as she slid backward, lowering herself almost flat to kiss the armor plating of his pelvic girdle.

Jolt was still processing the pleasure of that, the scents of her arousal and the raw, unchecked hunger for him that inundated the link when she shifted and slid down on his fully pressurized spike with a sound of satisfaction and arching of her body. Across the link he was flooded with right ... good ... can't hurt me.

~Never hurt you,~ he promised across the link, clenching his hands as she sank down on his spike. The warmth, the wetness was something his processor had never even considered, and his systems were flooded by the sheer rightness of it.

In that instant, he understood why they had taken up sockets in the first place, why their pleasure was so important to them. His spark surged as he urged her to ride him, cables continuing to tease her breasts and hold her steady. He felt something snap in her mind and part of that carefully guarded barrier that kept him to the surface thoughts crumbled to nothing.

Sandy set a hard pace, squeezing her body around the exquisite shape inside her. Metal, mechanical, was not new, but the warmth, the living nature of this made her cry out in a bliss that no previous lover had managed. She rolled her hips, squeezing down around him as she lifted up and relaxed when she pressed down to envelope him. Her entire body quivered as he rubbed her in all the right ways with no effort on her part.

Groaning, he didn't think to delve too deep, not wanting to abuse her trust, or her vulnerability at the moment.

He arched, driving his spike deeper into her as he traced a finger down her back, so close to the edge of overload he couldn't believe it; how fast she had aroused him and he her in turn.

As he came closer, he flooded the link with everything he was feeling, everything he knew about sockets, the sheer desire to mark her as his.

And then he overloaded, nanites filling her as his spike pulsed within her.

With a startled cry Sandy's body reacted, sending her crashing over the edge right after him, her body locking up as every muscle tensed and her sex fluttered and pulsed to milk him of every drop it could. She couldn't help the thoughts, the determination of her base instincts that this was a suitable mate; that this one was good for more than just pleasure.

When Jolt could focus again she was panting, braced against her hands as she leaned forward, her body still trying to draw more from him.

"Mine..." He murmured as his systems reset themselves. His spark pulsed with new energy and he felt more alive than he ever had before. ~Mine~ echoed across the still active link. Jolt found himself reluctant to lose that intimacy just at the moment. He reveled in her feelings, the sated way she leaned against him.

He felt her recover, and the rumble she gave when she realized he was still fully pressurized inside her. With a lick of her lips, she tightened her abs, teasing his responsiveness for another round.

Jolt smiled at her, more than ready for more. He wasn't entirely sure that the nanites would regenerate in that time, but he was willing to please Sandy, wanted to feel that rush of energy as she gave herself over to her pleasure.

He shifted slightly, hand cradling her as he moved so she wouldn't fall. He wanted a better view of her, of his pet.

~Did you enjoy that?~ He asked across the link, even though he already knew the answer.

~A great deal,~ she moaned, arching into his gentle thrusts and matching them, her intensity far higher than his. Her fingers curled as she gave herself over to the rising pleasure, reaching for wires to caress, wanting to learn how his body responded to her touch.

The echo of her actions filtered across the link, and she could sense the way Jolt's systems revved up when she touched him. He arched as she found a particularly sensitive wire.

~Do that again,~ he sent across the link, cables roaming across her body, smoothing down her curves and teasing her.

With a moan that belied mischievous intent, she tugged at that wire, stroking and playing with it as she tuned out her body as best she could, trying to prolong her exploratory time.

A cable dipped into the cleft of her arse as she tugged that wire, causing Jolt to gasp and send a flash of pure pleasure across the link.

"What the frag?"

The voice startled them both, Jolt turning his optics back to full power to see who their intruder was.

"Jazz..." Jolt murmured weakly. The small silver mech standing there, hands on hips and head cocked at a jaunty angle could be no other.

Sandy's snarl morphed into a chest-deep growl as she suddenly twisted to her feet and crouched, completely willing to take on the Autobot's First Lieutenant unarmed.

It was the feedback from the connection that dragged Jolt's processors out of embarrassment and into an entirely new place of WTF. Sandy's mind was awash in a deeply primal mine-protect-killthreat that had all but overridden her higher functions.

Jazz actually took a step back as the human pulled itself away from Jolt and faced him with a growl.

"Whoa..." He held his hands up to show he wasn't any sort of threat. "Just thought you two might not want ta be doing that out here."

Jolt's sensors and processor were reeling. He could understand part of the instincts coming across the link from Sandy, but the rest of it was beyond his comprehension at the moment. Carefully, he flared out his EM field, intent on calming Sandy down. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with the First Lieutenant.

Between the two of them, she relaxed quickly, though Jolt could feel the hyper-aggressive reactions just below the surface.

Once the human had settled, Jazz matched face and accessed her service record phych eval pure reflex. Driven, considered aggressive for a female, but nothing to indicate she'd react like this, even towards a human. Everything said she was highly disciplined.

"Sandy?" Jolt stared down at her, finger caressing her back. She arched into the contact appreciatively, gradually calming the rest of the way down. She could feel his confusion through the link, uncertainty as to why she behaved so aggressively. Admittedly, he would have done the same if Jazz had made a move towards her, but still.

"I apologize Jazz." Jolt glanced up at his superior officer, who was still being watched as a threat by his human.

"No worries mech. Just make sure the two of you are a little more discreet huh?"

It was only then that Sandy looked around and groaned, heat rising in her cheeks. "Ten more feet," she muttered, covering her face with a hand. "Couldn't make it ten feet."

Jazz laughed as he heard her mutterings. "Bit over eager the pair a you eh?" He grinned.

Jolt glanced back towards the warehouse and shook his head. He should have taken Sandy inside, shouldn't have forged for the connection outside. In the open. Where anyone walking past could see them.

~Sorry,~ he sent across the link. Automatically, he curled a hand around her, covering as much of her as he could without obscuring her view. He didn't want to think of her reaction to standing there in front of Jazz naked.

~It's okay. I wasn't thinking either,~ she told him. Though it wasn't a word, he caught that she found his effort to cover her sweet, if unnecessary. She shifted and folded her arms over the top of his fingers, relaxing and resting there as she got her first really good look at the Autobot's SIC. "My apologies for snarling at you, Jazz. I'm usually much better behaved than that," she told him as she looked around for where her uniform may have gotten to.

Jolt shifted as Sandy relaxed, relaxing a little himself. He smiled briefly at her being appreciative of his gesture.

Jazz shrugged. "S'all right. Can understand ya being protective an' all." He grinned down at her. "But ya just might wanna keep yerselves a little more private. Never know who might wanna join in."

Jolt smashed down the surge of jealously when she thought, but didn't ask, if Jazz was offering. Instead he used his free hand to pick up her discarded clothing and offered it to her.

"I'll try to keep that in mind," she smiled at Jazz and quickly got dressed, unhooking the interface cable as she attempted to make herself at least somewhat presentable. "Were you looking for one of us..."

Jolt shifted a little in embarrassment. How could he have let them get caught? As Sandy disengaged the cable, he retracted it back under his plating.

"Wasn't looking for anyone in particular. Well, Prowl meybe." He gave Sandy a grin and saw the glitter of a happy voyeur in the one she returned.

"Wasn't expecting to find anyone this far outta the base." Jolt admitted as he retracted his spike and closed his interface port.

Sandy slid off his body, landing with reasonable grace next to him. "Would you mind giving me a lift to my barracks? I really need a shower before I go on duty."

"Of course Sandy." With one last look at Jazz, Jolt transformed, opening up his door for Sandy to get in.

Jazz grinned as he watched Jolt transform. "Just remember if ya ever want some company..." He let the offer hang in the air, laughing at the annoyed growl Jolt's engine produced and the way Sandy snickered as she got in.

"Jealous much?" she teased him as they rolled towards the human quarter.

"Yes." Jolt answered simply. He was jealous. The thought of anyone else touching his socket... He weaved slightly. "Perhaps if he asked nicely. And you agreed. But otherwise, no." If Jolt were in mech form, he would have shaken his head.

Sandy reached forward to stroke his dashboard soothingly. "It's okay. I'm sorry if my flirting bothered you. I didn't mean it that way."

"It didn't... bother me..." Jolt struggled to work out how to phrase things. "It was unexpected perhaps?" He hazarded.

"I think that is a good description of everything in the last couple hours," she chuckled and relaxed into the seat. "Would I be right that this isn't a one-off?"

"I'd certainly like to think it wasn't a one off." Jolt admitted, trying hard to ignore the pang in his spark at the thought of it just being a one time thing. Belatedly putting the seatbelt on for her, he let the strap brush against her breasts before locking it in place.

"Then we have a few things we need to work out, talk about," she let out a deep breath and shoved the information dump she'd gotten about the sockets to the side, intending to think over it during her shower and lunch break, not when she had to pay attention. "If nothing else, the expectations we each have."

"I suppose it does." Jolt agreed. "I really know very little about you, and that's not a good thing. I would rather know far more about you."

"Would it be a safe assumption that you've downloaded my personnel file?" she asked.

"I have. I'm presuming however that you do not wish to talk about this yet?" he hoped he was reading her right. The bond was so very new, and not yet fully accepted by her. It left him with a limited access to her thoughts and emotions.

"Given I need to be on duty in thirty minutes that includes a shower and meal, it's not a good time," she admitted with some reluctance. "Are you free after midnight, when I get off duty?"

"I'm not due on patrol for another two days." Jolt said, slowing down to a halt outside her quarters. "I could pick you up once you have finished your shift? And we could go somewhere a bit more private to talk?"

"I'd like that," she reached forward to gave the dashboard an affectionate pat before the seatbelt retracted and she got out.

This was going to be the longest shift of her life, she was sure of it.