A Need

Her eyes closed, trying to endure the pain as he thrusted into her. Kisses rained against her neck. They slowly moved from her nape to the lower regions of her chest. She tightened her legs around his waist. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure zapped all the way through her circuits.

"Ah..."

It was painful, but, oh... She wanted more. She didn't want it to end.

"No... Don't stop. Please... don't."

This pain was too good to lead to an injury. This kind of pain was tender... sweet.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..."

"I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

She breathed, closing her eyes.

"For pushing you away, I didn't mean for that to happen."

She paused. "I'm messed up, Wheeljack... I'm too complicated for you."

Opening her eyes, she realized his fingers were against her chin. His hands then moved to her shoulders, drawing them closer together. She could smell the engeron on him, hearing the hum of his spark. His hands then moved to her breast. Luckily, they were in the privacy of his room, thus no disapproving eyes would look at them in disgust. Any femme would slap a mech for violating her that way, though Arcee wanted this to happen. She didn't know why, though when his hands were on her... it felt right.

He then craned his neck out, and kissed her. She began to gently stroke his thighs. More kisses came. She felt his arms holding her in a firm embrace, and soon, she found herself lying on his berth.

"Wait, wait, wait..." she paused, trying to catch her breath.

Wheeljack stopped, worried. "What's wrong, did I hurt you?"

She shook her head.

"If... you don't want to do this... I can understand."

She paused. He was so wonderful. Of course she wanted this.

"Why would I regret doing anything with you?" A mixture of gratitude, relief and lust were in his smile.

Her optics widen as she felt his cord press against her receiving bay, ready to do its work.

He gave one last kiss. "Then sit back, relax and enjoy the ride..."