Chapter 23: Cute Dates and Hot Mates

FLUFF GALORE AND SMUT IN STORE

(AN: ok, its just a head cannon of mine that the whole plot of TFP takes place over quite a few years so you will see massive time jumps once in awhile)

Megatron sat at his desk, shuffling through mounds of paperwork and records that he had taken off Soundwave. His third in command needed a break, he definitely deserved it after thwarting Starscream's traitorous plans time and time again. So Megatron told the mech to take a break, do something he wanted to do, and no Soundwave, wanting to do paperwork didn't count.

Vehicon records, energon report, energon report, ship maintenance report, energon report… femme report?

Megatron looked down at the datapad with no small amount of confusion. Who had given him this? He opened the report, seeing Domi's name at the top sparked Megatron's memory.

Ah, he had asked for a report on the two newest Autobot femmes quite some time ago; however, due to unconventional circumstances, he had been unable to get to it. With a burst of curiosity, Megatron opened up the file named 'Vela' in the datapad. It included a picture at the top of the femme. Large audio's resembling an organic feline's made Megatron grunt. Who in their right state or processor model themselves after such a primitive creature?

Megatron continued to read:

Designation: Vela

Alt-mode: Jaguar 5.0

Age: approximately 3 stellar cycles

Weaponry: Morning star mace, dual blasters

Designation: Corvin

Alt-mode: harrier jet

Age: Approximately 3 stellar cycles

Weaponry: Dual energy whips, dual blasters

This was nothing. Bare basics that the Decepticons could already guess while looking at the femmes in battle. It was not as in-depth as Megatron had ordered.

He'd be having a "chat" with Domi later.

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Corvin sang as she bathed in the wash racks, excited for her date. She was giddy, her body felt light and her helm felt like it was in the clouds.

Corvin could say that it was just the inner fangirl throwing a rave: glowsticks, ecstasy and furry legwarmers, but she could also say that it was just pure happiness.

She genuinely liked Optimus. Like, like liked him, and not because he was her favorite (former) fictional character. No, after being in this dimension for almost three years (her and Optimus had been banging for over a year and a half now. Yeah, it surprised her, too), she genuinely liked him for… him. He was interesting and intelligent, he was so in tuned with things, in ways Corvin was sure most people were not aware of. He could read every emotion in a bot just by looking at them and knew just what to do to help them. He cared so deeply for his team and the kids, he worked so hard for what he believed, with a viggor Corvin knew couldn't be matched by any. Corvin admired that, he stuck to his guns and didn't let up when everything was going to shit.

Corvin hummed, lost in her thoughts. She needed to be careful. She didn't want to get too carried away with whatever… this was.

Corvin know what was going to happen.

A large sigh was let out as she closed her optics, pushing the thought from her mind. She really didn't want to think about Optimus giving his spark up to the Well. Almost every part of her screamed to save him, prevent him from going into the Well at all costs, but the small, logical voice of reason in the front of her mind reigned truth. She couldn't do that. She'd be sacrificing an entire planet and race for selfish reasons. Without the Well operational, the sparks could no longer be one with the Allspark, and they would never be at peace. There were also other side effects that she knew were there, but wasn't quite sure of. Corvin sighed again, sinking into the hot water. She wanted to avoid thinking about it for as long as possible, so that she could enjoy her time whilst she had it.

Corvin sat up in the tub, rubbing down her armor with a cloth to clean off anything that might have gotten onto her already sparkly clean armor. Her coding practically demanded that she be as clean as possible. Scratches or scuffs in her paint didn't bother her, it was the dirt that killed her. It got into crevices and cracks, irritating sensitive joints and parts like how Corvin's thighs chafed on a hot day back when she was a squishy. She was on thicc bih then, no thigh gap, tummy rolls and stretch marks, but she still swang that ass like none other, weight be damned she was one sexy motherfucker. And she was ready and willing to sock any asshat in the face who tried to tell her differently.

Cometh at thee, bitches, Corvin thought with a grin. Corvin soaked her giant, autobot-sized loofa in the bath, sudding it up with the soap she had gotten from that nice car store. It smelled like fruit rollups. She loved this stuff especially because the smell lingered for a long time. More than once she had gone onto the field with it on and saw more than once confounded looking face. Corvin speculated that Cybertron's fruits did not smell quite the same as Earth's so it'd be a really unusual sent.

She had 'ulterior motives' to wearing it as well… far less innocent ones.

It had to do with Optimus, shocker there (seriously, everything kinda revolved around him, didn't it?).

Since Corvin knew of Optimus's love of sweets, she had gone out of her way to use it to her advantage. Optimus had a good sense of smell, not as good as Ratchets, but still good. Mix a sweet smell with her already deadly concoction of sex-crazed hormones? Hot damn, she thought he was going to eat her alive the first time she wore it (though technicallyyyyyyyy he did 'eat' her, ayyyyy).

She's said it before, and she'll say it again: giving empowering speeches of freedom and equality wasn't the only thing that mouth could do.

Corvin was getting very distracted, she got shit to do and people to see. And people to do and shit to see.

BOOM! Corvin thought with a cackle at her own joke. Her life was like a shitpost on social media, but oh well, atleast it was full of memes. Wait, what memes were out? It's what… 2015 in this universe. Did the harambe meme exist yet? She was not very up to date with the memes, shed been distracted by the tall glass of water named Prime.

Shit, there she went again, distracted instead of getting ready for date with said tall glass of water. Corvin vigorously scrubbed at her armor, getting off all the dirt. Hopping out she went into the drying room where several large fans had her dry in seconds.

"Now, to buff." Corvin hummed as she emptied the bath and walked over to another station in the wash racks. High branded oils and waxes lined a singular shelf, all courtesy of the massive diamond deposit she had found. All the 'Bot's had been livin when Fowler shown up with truckloads of the stuff, all Autobot sized and ready to use. All their armor had been so shiny and squeaky clean for the weeks after their group preening that every battle that sprung up they were loathed to attend or to ruin their nice paint jobs. Even Knockout had commented on their 'lustrous finish'.

Corvin grabbed one that had just a touch of shimmer in it. She loved her sparkles, made her feel like a walking party. She took the buffer and began to wax and buff, careful not to leave any part uncovered.

Corvin snickered to herself. Three years ago she'd have no fucking clue how to wax and buff, now she was pretty good at it.

Finishing up, Corvin cleaned up after herself and waltzed out of the wash racks feeling like a brand new femme.

It was around noon so Corvin had time to kill till 5 rolled around, but doing what? Corvin shrugged before heading to the main room, humming a song she had heard on the radio. Entering the main room, Corvin spotted the kids.

"Arn't you supposed to be at school?" Corvin asked with a raised optical brow at the three who sat on the couch. She heard Ratchet grumble something along the lines of 'That's what I asked'.

"Na, they are doing repairs to our gym, so no school!" Miko cheered with a toothy grin. Corvin shook her helm with a smile as Ratchet gave her a long suffering look that read 'save me from my eternal suffering.' Corvin didn't blame him, at least she could leave the main room when Miko started being loud. All of Ratchet's work was in the main room, so unless he wanted to have idle servos, he was stuck.

Corvin held back a snicker as Ratchet groaned loudly and muttered "Primus give me strength". She sashayed over and wrapped an arm around the suffering medic.

"Don't worry, doc, just wait till the others get back from patrol, they are gonna snag up the kids and you will have several hours of blissful peace." She grinned.

"If only," the medic murmured, prompting Corvin to give him a kiss on the cheek. Corvin gave him a grin and unsubspaced her datapad, going over to "her spot" against the wall.

Corvin passed the time reading a few books she was able to find the digital copies of. At the moment, she was reading through the Eragon series, which she had read as a human a loonngg time ago. It was very different from what she remembered. Reading it, she could tell the author's level of improvement over time. Comparing the first book to the fourth, it was crystal clear. Corvin rather liked it, it started you off simply and slowly built into this intricate and interesting story.

Corvin was well into the third book when she felt a touch on her shoulder that startled her out of "the zone". Looking up with a jerk of her helm, she spotted the perpetrator.

"Oh! Hey, Optimus, you startled me." She gave with a grin.

"My apologies, Corvin, I had called your name, but you were not responding." he replied.

"Ah, yeah i totally zoned out," she laughed, rubbing the back of her helm as she stood with Optimus's help. "Oh shit, is it 5 already?"

Optimus's lips twitched into an amused smile, "yes, it is." Corvin looked around, noticing the kids and bots were also gone, only Ratchet remained besides them. Shit, she really had zoned out if she had missed them all coming and going.

"Yikes, I was out of it." she chucked, sub spacing the datapad and looking up at the large mech, "ready to go?"

"Yes," Optimus held out his servo for Corvin to take, an led her over to the ground bridge terminal, where he typed in a set of coordinates. The bridge whirled to life and the Prime nodded to Ratchet, who nodded back. Corvin raised an optical brow at the two, wondering what secret pact just went down in front of her.

"Come on," Optimus said, leading her through the glowing bridge.

Coming out the other end of the bridge, Corvin looked around at their date location. Seemed Optimus knew her well.

It was dusk, and the skies were painted in bright oranges and pinks that mixed and swirled together in most alluring of ways. It was cold, too, a fine layer of snow powdered the ground, the ice shined in the last light of the day. The forest they were in was thick and tall, the trees so big around she could hug one and not touch her fingertips. There were mainly pines, but other species of trees could be seen as well, their bare skeletons reaching up to the sky in a fight for light.

Corvin let out a wondered exhale, her breath coming out in a plume of mist in the cold air.

"Wow." was all she could say, looking around. She looked up to Optimus with dazed optics, "where are we?"

"Somewhere in the upper ridges of Canada." he said with a reserved smile.

Optimus was quite satisfied with Corvin's reaction. After knowing her for some time, Optimus knew that Corvin's love of nature ran deep and that she was fascinated by the colors of the sunrise and sunset. He'd have to thank Ratchet later for finding such a superb place for the date, the medic had practically been crooning in smugness after he had asked. No doubt in his mind the medic had another bet going on.

He knew all about that, Bumblebee had "spilled the beans" so to say. He was not pleased about being betted on, no less for the fact it was on his relations with Corvin. However, Optimus didn't stop their little game, it was something the others used to cope with the stresses of war. So Optimus would settle for being the butt of a joke as long as his team remained happy.

Optimus watched Corvin explore the field with no small amount of amusement. She dove helm-first into the snowbed, sending up a large poof of snow as she did. A moment later, her helm popped up, snow covering the arches of her helm and falling in front of her optics which were twinkling with excitement.

"This is great!" she called over, scooping up some snow and throwing it over her helm with a large grin.

"It gets better." Optimus stated, giving her a look that clearly said 'I know something you don't'. She looked at him in curiosity, standing up from the snowbed, making the fluffy white snow fall from her.

"What else is there?"

"Follow me.

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They walked for maybe 20 minutes, Optimus leading her by the servo. Each step made Corvin more curious. What in the world was he going to show her? What could possibly be more magical that this?

Optimus came to an abrupt halt, Corvin almost walking into his back at the suddenness of it.

"Optimus? Everything ok?" she asked, trying to peek around his frame.

"Yes," he said, turning to her, a small smile on his face, "we are here." Optimus stepped to the side and Corvin gasped.

It was a hot water spring.

Shit, her day just got even BETTER.

"Holy shit, this is so cool!" she exclaimed jogging over to the side of the pool of water.

The hot spring was nestled against the side of a cliff. It was made up of several pools of water, one main on at the edge that looked to be fairly deep, and a bunch of smaller ones scattered around the other sides. Steam curled up from the water, and lush green vines crawled their way out of the water and up the side of the cliff face where the steam kept the snow at bay. The water sparkled with colors, the minerals in the rocks and water creating a rainbow of subtle colors that dazzled Corvin's optics.

She looked up to Optimus, her optics shining in awe.

"How did you find this place?" she asked quietly, still rather stunned. Optimus gave her a long look of both amusement and affection.

"Ratchet found this forest for us, when i came to survey the area, i stumbled upon these springs." he hummed. Corvin beamed up at him before turning back to the springs. Throwing her peds over the edge, Corvin sunk into the hot water. A low, pleased groan escaped her lips as the hot water, the heat easing the biting chill in the air.

"This" Corvin let out a long sigh, tilting her helm back," this is amazing." Corvin looked up at Optimus who was still standing, watching her. "Well, get in you goof." she grinned at the Prime as he smiled and moved forward to rest in the water next to her.

Prime let out his own low groan as he sunk into the water, his optics closing as the hot water seeped beneath his armor and soothing the aches and pains he carried. He was quite content with this place, he'd have to remember to visit whenever his old wounds started acting up. The minerals in the water would hopefully help as well, the extra nutrients and alloys particles would aide in the healing process, maybe help some old scars as well. It was one of the pluses Optimus had considered when coming here.

Optimus glanced over at Corvin, who was looking at him. She gave him such a look, so full of admiration and affection that it made the inside of his chassis twist, but not in a bad way. He didn't know what he did to deserve such a look from her, but he couldn't find it within himself to be guilty for that.

A part of him felt foolish for harboring this relationship with her. He knew how it would end, with one of them dying or being used against each other. There were so many negative things that could happen from this, the rational part of himself screamed to end it, go back to his solitary life, where no one could be hurt because of him. But a larger, more selfish part of himself said No, that he wasn't going to do that, that he deserved this, he deserved companionship.

He was never going to stop beating himself over this, was he? Two sides at war within himself, but the selfish part of him was winning. But why now? Why Corvin? Of all bots in the universe, why did it pick her? It picked this soft, gooey femme who could so easily die at the servos of his enemies, so easily be hurt with a twist of his words.

"Optimus?" a soft voice pulled him from his musings. Optimus looked over at Corvin, who had a slightly concerned look on her face. Her servo reached out and touched his face gently. "Are you ok?"

This, this was why.

Optimus closed his optics once again, leaning into her touch. Reaching out, he snagged her around the waist and pulled her to him, resting her in his lap so she straddled his legs.

It was amusing how, after all this time, Corvin still blushed when he did this. The blue covered her face and spread down her neck when he did this. Sometimes she would shy away, which was rather amusing considering her normal openness to physical affection. But when she looked in his optics, he swore she turned several shades darker.

With the warm water, Optimus could smell the sweet smelling soap Corvin used mixed with her own scent. It was comforting and familiar at this point. It brought a surge of affection to him as he trailed his servos along her frame, mapping out the curves and edges of her armor probably for the thousandth time in the past year and a half.

He really was a foolish mech for getting so attached so quickly.

The first kiss was soft and languid, and almost sufferingly sweet. Both melted into it, humming softly as their optics closed in one blissful.

Corvin swore she was high. Someone slipped her something or this water was full of goofy juice. Shit she felt amazing, and the Prime smushing faces with her was positively the reason.

How the fuck did she get so damn lucky? She knew at LEAST 50 people who would literally give their left leg and arm to be where she was. And if Corvin was honest, she would too. An arm and leg were trivial in comparison to the hot-o-bot sitting between her legs.

And when he did the thing… THE THING!

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The thing where he grabbed her around the waist and just pulled her towards him. Shit, that was awesome and she swore up and down she turned into a seeker shaped jello mold whenever he did that. She couldn't hold it together when he pulled that shit. She was a sucker for that romantic 'you're mine' stuff, so when shit like that happened… shit.

Shit.

She swore he did it on purpose and this mech had an uncanny ability to make her spark jump in her chassis like a running horse in a hedge field. She was gonna have spark problems later in life, she could just feel it. Damn Prime.

She sighed into the kiss, just letting herself roll with it and enjoy the moment.

But damn he was a stud.

Focus, Corvin, focus.

Her engines purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her frame into his as the kiss went from gentle to desperate. Her teeth bit into his bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth and biting hard enough to sting. She did the same with the upper lip between smooches, taking extreme delight in his muttered 'ow'. He came back with a vengeance, kissing hard enough to move her helm back and up. He took this opportunity to kiss down her chin, roughly pressing his mouth against the mesh before making his way down to her neck where he unleashed hell.

Her engine hiccuped as he bit down at the juncture of her neck, right in the spot he just knew would drive her up the wall. Her high-pitched keen confirmed that. Corvin pushed her frame forward and tilted her helm to the side and back, prompting him to bite her again. Her breath came out in a whoosh, the chilled air around them forming a fog that quickly dissipated. Her claws dug into the armor of his back as she used it as purchase to grind their frames together. His servos were on her back, one curved up to the center of her back, between her wings, the other at the dip of her back. Both held her against him firmly, clinging almost. He growled, unrelenting as he bit down for the third time, this time tasting energon as he broke through part of the soft mesh around her neck. Corvin didn't seem to mind, not when her engine roared and her optics widened in delight.

Optimus was...surprised at this burst of possessiveness he had over the smaller bot in his lap.

He should probably have a long conversation with Corvin about where they were headed as a pair. He really had asked her out here to talk about the future, but he had forgotten their little knack of being unable to keep their servos to each other when they were alone.

It was as Corvin reached down in the water to grope his codpiece that he decided it could wait.

Optimus's breath came out in a huff, the hot air ghosting over Corvin's neck cables. He kissed up and down the side of her neck, leaving marks, but none as deep as the first. Corvin was enjoying his ministrations, purring loudly and grinding against him desperately. The servo on his interface panel rubbed again, and Optimus pulled back.

Corvin gave him a slightly confused look, wondering what was wrong as he grabbed her servo off his interface and interlaced it with his own servo.

"Let's take our time," he whispered, "we don't have anywhere we need to be." Corvin gave him a starry-eyed look as she nodded, making him smile and kiss her once again, slow and languid.

Corvin was a little out of it. Optimus was acting strange and she didn't know why. If she was honest with herself, 95 percent of her time spent with Optimus was just them desperately grinding against one another in a frantic chase for an overload. So to just sit here like this was a little out of the ordinary. Sure they had their sweet times, like the time at the pond with the glow worms or when one of them was feeling down and the other was there to help. But this felt different for some reason? Maybe she was overthinking things, but she couldn't shake it.

Take their time they did. They sat in the hot springs for hours, just feeling each other under their servos: brushing over in memorized patterns, ghosting over sensitive wires, grazing between platings. It was like it was right out of a hollywood romance. But unlike those movies, Corvin was no submissive dame in need of a big strong mech to coddle her (though, she didn't necessarily mind it when it was Optimus, but still).

There was fire behind her touches and desire within her kisses. She bent the mech before her to her will, and he happily fell into her ministrations, comfortable to let her lead him wherever her spark desired.

It wasn't long after that things picked up, with Corvin in the lead.

Her teeth grazed over his neck cables, nipping roughly at the mesh there as her claws bit into the armor of his chassis. Optimus's frame shuddered at the rougher treatment, the heat in his frame rising higher. And it wasn't the water's fault.

Water sloshed between the two of their frames as Corvin ground down on the larger mech, forced to let go of his neck due to height differences. She took this time to kiss right between where his windshields met, right above his spark chamber. Her tongue came out and rubbed hard at the seme where his chest plates opened. This caused an unexpected reaction. Optimus's frame jerked full force, almost knocking Corvin right off his lap and definitely gostling her. Corvin looked up at Optimus in surprise at the reaction. Shit, she knew sparks were a big deal, but she didn't expect him to go all bucking bronko on her.

Optimus's face was flushed in a way Corvin had never ever seen. The blue on his cheeks covered the majority of his face and crept down his neck. A wild look was in his optics that slowly ebbed away at her startled look.

Well, he didn't seem upset at her, which was good. But that wasn't just something she was gonna let go. Curiosity peaked, Corvin leaned forward slowly, he didn't move to stop her, so she licked the seam again. The reaction was almost the same, though not as hard as the first. She was able to keep a grip as his frame jerked beneath her.

Giving the Prime a sly smile, Corvin jumped on this chance.

Locking her legs around his to give leverage, she rolled her hips against his while her mouth was hard at work taking advantage of her new-found knowledge. Corvin was evilly gleeful as his face pinched with pleasure, his optical brows furrowing and his teeth grounding in a snarl. A curl of hot arousal crept up her frame at the ferocity of his display.

She purred slyly at the mech, the low tone hinting at a challenge as she brought a servo to help where her mouth was.

Optimus's optics snapped open at the challenging sound, and he let out a low rumble of his own. This only served to make Corvin's grin stretch wider.

She did love a good challenge.

His servos were on her wings in an instant, rubbing in quick, firm strokes that made her frame arch into his. Moves like that meant foreplay was over. Now it was a challenge to see who could make the other overload first. And she had a damn good head start.

He was merciless in is movements, finding and assaulting every sensitive spot he knew of while his hips ground up into hers with rough, needy movements that she struggled to keep up with. But she was far too stubborn to let him win this.

She rubbed hard enough to flake paint off his armor, attacking his sides where she knew sensitive data-ports and cables lay just under (how she found and knows them is another story). He returned the favor, scratching at the seams of her lower back before trailing up to where her wings connected to her back. She bit back a curse as her frame jerked forward at his touch.

The water really wasn't helping either to win, the heat had heightened their sensitivity and everything felt raw and unhindered. She couldn't tell who was winning at this point.

Pulling a (possibly underhanded) move, Corvin reached up and grabbed one of his audios in a hard grip and tugged him forward. Prime let out a grunt as he was forced to bend forward.

Corvin leaned back as far as she could go, till her whole body was submerged in the hot water. She tugged his audio until his helm was under as well.

No doubt it was an uncomfortable position, being bent so sharply at the waist, but Optimus didn't seem to feel a thing. In fact, the mech seemed to lean into it further, pinning her legs between his chassis and legs as he bent further into the water.

This was new.

The heat of the water seeped into the armor of her helm. Tiny bubbles clouded her optics befor the water began to settle and she could see his face once again. Thank goodness she didn't need to breath. Corvin grinned at him, giddiness pulling at the edges of her lips as she looked up at the mech. Her mech.

The look in his optics whenever he was aroused never failed to get her motor running. Excitement coursed through her and she could see in his optics what she was sure was mirrored in hers. No more playing.

She could hear two muffled clicks through the water as both their panels snapped back. Her valve cover opened as she felt his spike against her pelvis. His field brushed against hers in question and she pushed back with an affirmative.

With that he slowly pushed himself into her valve. Despite the roughness from before, Optimus held back for this moment. He didn't wish to hurt her, and he was painfully aware how small she was compared to him. However, he was thankful she was not too small, like Arcee sized, or this would never work.

Corvin's mouth dropped open under the water as his spike slowly slid into her. She'd never tire of the feeling of his spike stretching her valve, the ridges of his spike pushing and grinding along the sides and pushing her calipers to their max. She could feel the vibrations of his powerful engine through the water, hear the thrum of it and his spark clearer than ever.

Optimus pulled her down more than moving himself, his position didn't offer much maneuverability. One servo clutched her hip, the other was wrapped around her back to grab her opposite shoulder. This offered him the best leverage and position to pull her towards him. Optimus had half a mind to just yank her down and rutt till she came, to continue their earlier heat and roughness. Another part of him wanted to savor her expression, to watch as she came completely undone by his servo.

Primus, this femme caused more conundrums in his processor than the decepticons.

He moved her back and forth, grinding her down on his spike at the base. A spark of pleasure danced up his frame as he moved her. Corvin was twisting in his hold, attempting to rock her hips into his harder, but he held her steady.

Corvin's servos were far from idle. She seemed determined to bring back the rough, hard mood that they had been caught up in before. Fingers reached between plating in his back and tugged at sensitive wires and scratched at mesh. He shuddered, his grip tightening and his rhythm flattering as she reached for his chassis again. She teased the seam of his chassis, right over his spark and the Matrix. The sensitivity of the metal there set spasms down his side. He honestly didn't know if Corvin was aware of how intimate the action was. Had he been someone else, he would have been offended by her forwardness. But if anything, he was touched by her fondness.

With a low hum of his engines, Optimus sat back up, dragging Corvin with him. Their helms broke the surface, the water was up to Optimus's lower chassis, and up to Corvin's shoulders. Water ran down their frames as it slipped out of the cracks of their armor.

Corvin ex-vented, the heat from her frame forming steam in the air. Optimus was venting harshly as well, now able to breath in the cool air, his frame greedily sucked in the chilled air to cool his overheating frame. He looked down at her with wide, heated optics, his mouth dropped open to vent.

The rhythm started once again, Optimus taking the initiative this time and grabbing her hips to move up and down. Corvin tried to contribute to the movement, but Optimus wasn't having it. Moving his legs to bend, he moved her to rest against them. He reached under her thigh with one servo and pulled up, angling her hips to tilt right into his. The other arm wrapped around her and his servo grasped right under her aft to hold her up. He raised her up and down, his hips snapping up to meet hers in the middle.

Corvin threw her helm back with a loud moan, her servos struggling for purchase on his armor and settling on his legs behind her, her clever fingers squeezing at his tires.

Optimus was thankful Corvin was so well lubricated. Water was not the best place to interface and had she not been so aroused the water would wash away what was there between thrusts.

He hissed as her valve tightened around him as he thrust. Corvin began to make quite a bit of noise at this point, her breath coming out in high whines and mumbled words of encouragement.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes," he could barely hear over the sounds of the water splashing between them. This only encouraged him to move faster and harder. His frame pulsed with built up energy as each thrust stroked his pleasure higher and higher. She felt so good, so right around him, next to him. She squeezed tightly around him, the glide of his spike in her soaked valve only slightly hindered. His panting breaths hitched in his throat.

All form of thought had vacated Corvin's processor. Everything wire, every code was hooked to that building pleasure in her frame. The way he rocked into her, using his strength to pull her up and down like a rag doll set heat coursing through her frame. His name fell from her lips over and over again as he pushed and pulled her onto him. She could feel the armor of her hips dent slightly as he moved harder. It delighted her to no end to know she'd have marks in the morning. A particularly hard thrust had her helm thrown back as a loud moan was torn from her.

Optimus was sure he'd never seen something so beautiful. Lost in the throes of pleasure, Corvin was such a sight. Blue staining her cheeks, water and coolant trickling down her frame, dipping with the curves of her frame and trailing lines that his fingers begged to follow. It was dark out now, the light from their optics and the moon basked her frame in an alluring light. He couldn't put into words the things he felt, but they were good.

His engine's stuttered as is overload approached quicker than anticipated. It was too late to turn back or slow down, so he kept going, knowing Corvin would be more than joyous at the prospect of winning their little competition.

One of Corvin's servo's moved from his legs, coming up to touch the side of his face in an intimate touch. Her optics shined, her mouth pulling into a breathy smile that seemed to overflow with affection.

Optimus bit back a curse as he came, his helm turning into her servo to press his lips to her palm. His optics scrunched up as his rhythm flattered. His overload was powerful, the usual when he was with Corvin. Keening moans hummed against Corvin's servo as he road through the high.

Coming down was slow, and he could feel Corvin slowly petting his helm and shoulders, coaxing him down gently. His breath was shaky as he opened his optics to meet Corvin's.

The look on her face was once of satisfaction and pleasure, her optics looking right into is in a look her could only describe as (dare he say) lovingly. It shook him to his core and excited him at the same time. Such dangerous waters he was treading, but oh so wonderful.

"Corvin, you didn't-" Corvin shushed him.

"I know, but i am satisfied," she said softly, her voice genuine.

"Do you not want me to help you finish?" he asked, relaxing.

"If you'd like," she winked at him with a grin. Optimus tugged her forward, keeping her on his half hard spike but reaching down between them to rub his thumb digit firmly on her exterior node. Corvin gasped, her hips jerking into his servo. His other servo reached to her back right between her wings. He rubbed the sensitive metal there, causing her to groan loudly and wiggle in his grip. He kept up the rhythm with both servos, slowly building up her pleasure with soft and then firm strokes. It wasn't until she was a shivering, whining lump of wings and struts that he picked up the pace, his thumb digit rubbing fast against her exterior node.

She overloaded very shortly after, her valve spasming around his re-hardening spike. She arched her frame into his, her chest plates rubbing against his and scratching the paint. He watched her optics roll into the back of her helm and felt as her digits dug into his armor. Garbled words stumbled out from between her lips, he was fairly sure he heard his name in there a few times.

He brought her down much as she had done with him, with soft strokes and gentle kisses to her face plates. A few last small shutters rolled through her frame before she stilled in his arms, looking very dazed.

"Oh boy," she sighed out, her optics glazed. This brought a chuckle to Optimus, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I'll take that as a compliment." he said, a trace of smugness in his voice. She stuck her tongue out at him childishly and he laughed.

"You're a butthead you know that?" she playfully chided. A look of innocence crossed Optimus's face, but didn't say a word. This prompted Corvin to lightly punch him in the arm, which, in turn, made Optimus laugh.

It felt nice to relax.

"Soooo…" Corvin spoke slowly. Optimus raised one optical brow at her. Corvin rolled her hips into his, causing him to hiss as his over sensitive spike was stimulated. Oh yes, he had forgotten that he was still in her. She, apparently, had not.

"Round two?" she purred at him.

Optimus let a sly smile slide onto his face.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

It was almost sunrise, and the two were still in the hot springs. Optimus leaned against the edge of the largest pool, Corvin in his lap and resting on his chassis.

She was asleep.

Optimus, not so much.

He had a lot of things on his processor. Good and bad. The inner struggle he wrestled with just wouldn't lay still. How could it?

All of it centered around the femme in his lap.

How could someone so cheery cause so much trouble?

It was an easy question to answer. He let her. He let her crawl her way under his plating (both figuratively and literally in some cases). He was a selfish mech underneath everything, this proved it. He was selfish for putting her in such danger, in such a place where she would get hurt by either him or his enemies. But he just couldn't make himself stop. He wanted to cling onto this little shred of light and never let go.

He didn't love her. No.

But he was well on his way to.

And Optimus was scared at the fact that he didn't mind.

Not one bit.

(AN: *SCRATCHES AND CLAWS MY WAY FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL*

I LIIIVVEEEEEEEEE!

About 6,800 words, and 80% was smutty goodness

Shit this chapter took it outta me XD I had an entirely different plan in mind but this came out insead. I WAS going to have them do this like game of tag in the woods, where whoever won got to have their way with the sexiness, but i changed my mind like… halfway through. I think i like this better.

Did you guys get the feels? Cuz i sure did writing this q.q Optimus is starting to loovee herrrrrrr but don't expect a confession anytime soon! They takin the lovey dovey shit slow and steady.

I kept getting embarrassed while i was writing the smutt? Idk why?

Maria-ioanna984: IM ALIVE XD im so glad u like my story :3 Yes, Domi is only into femme bots :3

Ignabagon: I plan on it XD i'm mainly focusing on Corvin rn, tho, but now that i got some relationship development i can give the others some luv

Goddess Nefertari: Thank you~ im glad you like this story :D and yes, laughter is the best medicine ;3 i dont think i'll bring either of those mechs in, safely q.q i do not know enough about jazz or drift to write them in character.

Guest: Yes, there will be another chapter for this story :)

Guest: it is Moonstrider-prime ;3 and dont worry, Domi/Airachnid will COME!~

Kristinalprime23: i plan to ;3

LOVER OF FANFICS: YAAHHHSSS thank you~ i love writing this fic XD i dont think it's gonna end anytime soon. Gotta get my daily smutt fill ;D

I Am Guest: well, im mainly doing the religious thing (human religions) so that people can relate to the story. When u have a story, having something like religion in it, which is such a fundamental aspect in the majority of people's lives that if the character has something different, it take away from their ability to relate to the story. And this is a supper smutty, sinful story so i dont think it goes along with it anyway XD

Maria-ioanna984: No worries, all the good bits will remain XD all the smutt and dick jokes and kinky times. And megatron will still be in the story, but im going to take away the rapey vibe away from him.

ANYWAY, comment and leave me some luv! ;*

Till all are one!