Sunny and Muse = hot and sexy interfacing. What more could you ask for? Well, I know some of you are waiting for Prowl/Tauri, but don't worry, their time will come…quite literally ;) You all know my disclaimers. And I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG BUT MY LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY! Yeah...love you all :D

F and S – Deleted scenes chapter 4 – After Chapter 20 - Muse and Sunstreaker

An entangled mass of bright, golden yellow and red-swirled silver burst through the door to Sunstreaker's quarters, seemingly glued to each other at the lips and hands roaming over each other's bodies with simple, unadulterated need. As the door closed behind them, Muse gripped onto Sunstreaker's strong shoulder armour with a hiss as his talented lips moved down to her neck to bite down on a neck cable.

"Mine…because you are perfection, and I am the best," grunted the yellow toughliner, swiping his glossa over the bite mark to soothe it.

"Modest, aren't you?" panted Muse, cooling fans whirring as loud and as fast as Sunstreakers. Her partner made no reply, but instead grabbed her thighs to secure them to his waist. She yelped and then moaned as in the sudden move her interface panel brushed against his own warm one. Hot, talented lipplates crushed against hers again in a circuit-tingling kiss as Sunny walked them backward before leaning down and dropping Muse lightly onto the berth, leaning above her with predatory lust.

Growling, voice deepening as he did so, "You are so spark-stopping hot…like this, on my berth...for me," the gold mech dropped his helm to her abdomen, covering the shiny silver surface with open-mouthed kisses, as one hand dug into the wires underneath her bumper, pinching, stroking them as his other hand wandered to the tops of her thighs and ghosted teasing touches over the wires there.

"Ahhnn," Muse moaned, helm tipping back into the black-as-sin berth covers as she writhed in pleasurable assault. Sunstreaker's sexily dark chuckle reverberated up and down her frame.

Squirming around and finally getting her own hand to play with Sunny's helm finials, Muse breathed, "You don't play fair."

Another sexy chuckle. "I never do." Muse let out a gasp as his hand that had been teasing her thighs, suddenly pressed hard against her panel. She would not give up so easily. Quickly flipping him off her form, she kneeled on the berth, palms flat on the wall, her curvy aft facing Sunstreaker, turned her head over her shoulder and said, "Make me shake against the wall, Sunny."

The golden mech's optics brightened with arousal at the devastatingly sexy sight. He could almost overload on the spot. Every curve, every line, every angle…was perfect. And his prize was the want in her optics and the optic-catching panel nestled at the apex of her well-rounded silver plated thighs. Emitting a low groan from his vocaliser as Muse playfully shook her aft, Sunstreaker dove down onto the berth, hands at silver hips to pull them towards his mouth.

"Yesss," Muse hissed as a hot glossa laved over her closed, heated panel, tracing around the seams to it. Sunstreakers glossa danced against her aft and panel plating, before he placed several gentle nips to her thighs, causing them to shudder.

"Open," Sunny demanded, clenching harder onto those smooth silver hips.

"N-not yet," Muse replied, feeling the increase in the heat behind her, lapping at the joints where her thighs met her hips. Sunstreaker grunted impatiently, and sucked on the outside of her panel with renewed vigour, fingers now moving to rub her aft teasingly, wanting the port to be bared to his darting glossa. Immense satisfaction dawned on his being when he was rewarded with a small shriek of pleasure.

After what seemed like ages, Muse gave up to the assault of Sunny's glossa, and opened her interface panel, displaying her swollen port edges as they glistened with fresh lubricant.

Sunstreaker felt a growing pressure behind his codpiece, wanting to yank it off and bury his painfully erect spike into that glorious wetness, but restrained himself and resumed orally stimulating Muse. Flicking with his glossa over the edges of the port, taking in the taste of the lubricant, the golden mech was enraptured by the small pleas now coming forth from Muse's vocaliser.

"Oh yes, please touch…inside…glossa inside…need you s-so bad," Muse pleaded softly, clenching her hands against the wall as her helm fell forward against the cool metal, a contrast to her heated frame as condensation began to form on its surface.

Smirking, Sunny teased the entrance once more, platelets trembling under the touch, and then swirled his glossa in, making Muse cry out, "uhhhAHHuhh!"

Groaning into her port in response to the cry, the golden mech didn't cease, laving around the walls of the port, paying attention to spots that made her tremble, sensor nodes that lit and sent pleasure messages under his touch. Electricity crackled under his plating as he fought to keep his spike from springing out.

And just as it seemed like the silver femme was on the cusp of overload, the glorious touches stopped. "FRAGGING TEASE!" she yelped as the glossa was swiftly pulled out, and turned to berate the kneeling mech more when she saw him release his spike. The songstress was frozen as she looked upon the large, throbbing spike, some pre-transfluid leaking out the tip and trickling down its length. Darting a glance to Sunstreakers faceplates, she moaned again at the sight of her light purple lubricant smeared across the handsome faceplates as he slowly licked it off. His optics smouldered with desire, boring into her own lust-driven ones as both their engines let out a needy rev.

"Turn back around," he said lowly. Anticipation mounted within her spark as Muse turned around, facing the wall again. "Enjoy," he said, his voice a hypnotic promise of deep, dark want and pure passion.

Feeling strong arms wrap around her waist, Muse knew the moment was upon them, and let out a soundless scream as Sunstreakers spike penetrated her, setting off sensor nodes everywhere in her hot, sucking port. Optics fritzing with pleasure, helm flopping back onto a golden shoulder, Muse writhed as Sunstreaker set up a fast, pleasurable pace, going deep with each thrust and drawing lubricant out to drip down their thighs.

Sunny's handsome faceplates skewed in pleasure as the port clenched around him, tight and slick, and as Muse's frame rubbed with his own. Usually, he took great pains not to get another's paint on him. Now, he couldn't care less. Growling and panting from his exertions, he ducked his head down to clamp his denta at the nape of her neck, where a ridge of plating extended. The femme let out a howl as he did, clenching and unclenching her shaking hands against the wall. The spike was so snug within her port, so big and making her want more. The slight sting of pleasure/pain flowed from where Sunny's denta were clenched on her neck, his glossa darting out between his denta to lick around it.

Reaching back to dip her fingers into the vents of his helm finials, Muse was rewarded with a guttural growl and one of his hands slipping down to the juncture of her thighs where his throbbing member was pounding away into her soaked port. She let out a squeal as one finger rubbed around her stretched opening, making her optics fritz again.

"Overload," Sunstreaker whispered seductively into her audio, still teasing the lips of her port with his fingers.

"Oh….oh….Su-sunny, yes, yes, yes!" Muse called out with each thrust as he picked up the pace a bit more.

"Mmmm, come on Muse…it's right there…...overload for me," the golden mech purred, fighting his own need to overload, wanting them to overload together. "Overload, my muse, my perfect femme."

"Ahh! OH! NNyyaa! Sunstreaker!" Muse cried as she fell over the brink, port clutching at the thick, pleasurable spike as purple lubricant flowed out of her port.

"Muse!" yelled Sunstreaker, burying his helm into her shoulder as electricity tingled across both their circuits, and he overloaded with one final push into the now soaked port, creamy transfluid milked from the spike to mix with the lubricant.

Their bodies were so heated, paint swapped and scraped against both their frames as their cooling fans whirred at blinding speeds to cool them from their sexual high. Muse leaned back, lax, into the strong, handsome golden frame of her partner. "You made me shake," she smiled up at him. Humming in satisfaction, she reached up to press an open-mouthed, somewhat messy kiss on his lips, which he reciprocated to.

"Of course…I am the best," he purred back. Lifting gently, Sunstreaker hoisted Muse up and slowly slid his lubricant covered spike out of the port, which spasmed a few times in reflex. A small gush of lubricant and transfluid trickled out as the spike left the port with a soft, puckering pop.

The toughliner was surprised, however, when Muse span in his arms and pushed him down into the black sheets. Grinning wickedly, she said, "I hope you're not thinking of tucking that piece of hot metal away…we got a whole night."

Smirking back, Sunstreaker replied, "Then you're my kind of femme."

A/N: Phew *fans herself* I haven't written a deleted scene for awhile. I think that was awesome, but then again, I wrote it. Feedback?