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Seawave and Optimus Prime

 

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Old Times

 

 

By Phoenix

 

 

 

Seawave had her chest bent to her knees, her face was screwed up in an expression somewhat like someone undergoing severe torture, and her fingers forced dents into the surface she was currently occupying. Her breath came in speedy gasps. She felt like she was going to rupture ...

 

"Hahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!" her laughter vibrated off the walls, and the room echoed hollowly with her mirth. Lubricating tears rolled down her face, and she attempted to wipe them away, but found she could not stop the spasms of her chest long enough to free her arms. Undeterred by the pain it was causing its victim, the large vidscreen in the femme recroom continued to play the movie lodged in its receiving chamber.

 

Seawave let out another very un‑characteristic howl of laughter as the human actors in the movie "umb and Dumber"kept up their hilarious antics. Seawave wasn't used to seeing humans make such asses of themselves; in fact, she wasnÆt used to seeing *any* lifeform act so strangely. True, she loved watching vids, especially earth ones, but this was the first real *silly* earth film she had watched. At first she had been bewildered by the antics on the screen. The strange earth vehicle that was made to resemble a dog had made her optics stand out on stalks, and after that, she had gradually gotten a handle on the weird behavior. Now she was unable to control her rampaging sense of humoràà

 

The wild hoots of screaming laughter made Optimus Prime halt in his tracks. He paused and tilted his head to one side; listening. That voice sounded awfully familiarà.

 

He abandoned his mission of seeking out the current femme leader; Chromia; to retrieve some files, and turned his attention to the femme making strange grunting noises in the femme rec room. Cautiously, he sidled up to the partially closed door, and slanted his optics to get a good view. He almost dropped his laptop in shock. He couldn't believe what his processor was telling him. Seawave was lying half off/half on the couch, her face contorted with laughter while her hands beat uselessly at the unfortunate chair. His mouth dropped behind his mask. Seawave? CouldnÆt beà..

 

He looked again. This time, Seawave had made it all the way to the floor, and she was currently pummeling her hands on the floor in time with her senseless shrieks of hilarity.

 

Optimus drew back and blinked. This couldn't be Seawave. The real Seawave was reserved, quiet, and completely in control of her emotions. She was a femme that remained composed at all times. One never saw Seawave indulging in out‑of‑control behavior. He looked through the door again. Uh‑uh. Definitely NOT Seawave. She wasn't prone to sitting sprawled on the ground, chest heaving, mouth gasping, and her legs kinked in a very un‑ladylike position. No way. And Seawave definitely did NOT; ever; stuff a cushion in her mouth and leave it hanging thereàà.

 

Amazed, Optimus watched as the femme frantically tried to control herself. The cushion seemed to help. Her chest heaved and tried to continue its raucous laughter, but the cushion was stifling its attempts. Eventually, the femme managed to regain control so that only the odd hiccup of mirth got through the unfortunate cushion. With one last heave, she yanked it out and sat back; panting. It was then that her optics stopped lubricating enough that her vision allowed her to see someone she did not particularly want to see right at this point in time. Opps.

 

The pair stared at each other û Seawave rapidly turning an intriguing tint of blushing red; and OptimusÆ optics becoming ever wider above his face mask. Finally they both realised one of them had to say *something*.

 

"Uhà.uhà.Hi Optimus!" Seawave squeaked, grasping the offending cushion in both hands. Prime stared back at her, and attempted to think of what to say. He voted to take the diplomatic option, and act as if nothing had happened.

 

"Hello, Seawave. Having a nice day off?"

 

Seawave nodded slowly, her grip on the cushion intensifying, "Yes sir."

 

Optimus nodded, "Fine. I'll see you later," and immediately resumed his walk down the corridor. Seawave stayed immobile until she couldnÆt hear his striding steps any longer, then shoved the cushion into her face and moaned.

 

"Oh Primus.what an *idiot*"

 

The pretty light blue femme had spent so long cultivating her reputation as being cool, calm and collected; that she was mortified to have been seen acting otherwise and in front of Optimus Prime, for Primus sake! The one male she really had something going for. Well sort of. Yes, she liked him, but she considered her emotions to merely be reacting on instinct. Yes sir, hereÆs a nice male, nice body, first in command, everything a girl could want wahoo, lets give it a whirl, baby! But she did not condone such behavior, and regularly told her femme programming to take a hike.

 

And besides; she did not want the involvement. She had a higher cause to answer to peace between the two warring factions and Megatron would be highly peeved (to say it nicely) if he found out she was sharing Optimus Prime's recharge bed. She would never be welcome in the Decepticon base again, and she prided herself on being a neutral; someone who could act as a counselor and medic for both allegiances. She had a role to play.

 

She tossed the crushed cushion aside and left the rec room; it would be safer if she stayed in her casual quarters until this thing left the forefront of Optimus' CPU...

 

**

 

The Autobot Commander could not stop musing on Seawave. Her reactions to the comedy on the screen had been startling û and arousing. He cursed himself. His CPU was bent on replaying the scene over and over; the femme sprawled on the floor, face screwed up, hands beating on the floor as she howled with laughter. It was a sight he had never before associated with a femme like Seawave. Her long shapely legs had been struck at angles to each other, seemingly to better portray their gorgeous curves. Her lovely back had arched as her hands pummeled the floor; causing her hips to rise and fall as if to the tune of a passionate lover.

 

He growled and slammed a fist on the desk. Stop it! Cut it out! You cannot WILL NOT think this way about one of your closest confidants and much valued friends. His head hung. He felt ashamed. It did not stop his CPU from gleefully starting up the action replay once more. He moaned pitifully.

 

**

 

The next day with its scheduled counseling meeting with Optimus Prime, rolled round far too quickly for Seawave. The æcushionÆ incident had grown in her mind all out of proportion. She hadnÆt slept much. She'd spent most of the night flicking through the vid channels or trying to read a vidmag û she had given up on recharge after 2 hours of staring at the ceiling.

 

She'd tried telling herself not to be stupid. What did it matter if he had seen her acting like a prime candidate for a straight jacket? He was her friend! A valuable friend! And friends didnÆt make comments on incidents such as that. Still, she didnÆt feel comfortable. Why the heck couldn't she calm down?

 

Why? A small voice in the back of her mind screamed the answer. She valiantly ignored it. Told it to shut up, put up, and get lost. It didn't do any such thing. The words it had uttered bounced around in her mindà..

 

"You want him! Admit it!"

 

She sighed in frustration. Her job was to help other people with their emotions! Why couldn't she help herself? It was merely a *physical* attraction. Nothing more. She didn't think it counted that she wasn't really the type to go drooling and pawing over any half‑cute male. Reproduction meant nothing to her. Maybe a nice old roll in the recharge bed did; but definitely not progeny. Uh‑uh.

 

Giving up on wrestling with her frenzied emotions (especially that little voice) she left her quarters and headed out. Where to, she didnÆt care; as long as it wasnÆt anywhere around here.

 

Unbeknownst to her, Optimus Prime had decided the same thing. At that moment, he was transforming and leaving the Autobot perimeter for a secluded place out in the open. Seawave transformed into her car DeLorean mode and took a road on the opposite side of the Ark, but one which linked up with the same one Optimus was taking.

 

**

 

Optimus reached the small, lushly vegetated valley first; transforming and standing still to take in the serene surrounds. The low rumble of Seawave's engine didn't reach his audios until she was almost upon him. He jerked around in surprise. Seawave saw him, and slammed on her brakes, bringing herself to a sliding, sideways stop on the dirt road. The two eyed each other while the dust settled. Seawave spoke first.

 

"Um..sorry, just on my way throughà" she murmured, then revved her engine to continue onwards. Optimus held up his hand,

 

"No, Seawave, wait. I..." he faltered. His energon pump was thundering in his chest. If he didnÆt know better, he would have suspected there was something wrong with it. Seawave hesitated.

 

"Yes?"

 

Optimus blinked, and struggled to think what to say, "Where are you going?"

 

Seawave shrugged mentally, "Nowhere really, just out for a drive. So if youÆll excuse me‑"

 

"Why don't you stay here? I mean its nice." Optimus couldÆve slapped himself for that remark. How stupid did *that* sound?! *Nice*?! Nevertheless, Seawave stopped revving her engine, and appeared to contemplate it. She was silent for so long that Optimus was about to say, *Forget it* when she suddenly transformed. She stood in her robot mode with one hand on her slender hip and her long legs braced apart. Prime desperately tried to get his optics back into his head. What the hell was wrong with him? He had never had cause to notice SeawaveÆs vital statistics before…

 

"What did you have in mind?" the femme asked demurely.

 

Prime shook himself, "Well, maybe we could do the counseling session out here, instead of the office," he gestured to the valley, "it's a nicer place than inside, don't you think?"

 

Seawave's optics darted from him to the land spread out behind him. He had a point; and they had to get the session done anyhow, so‑

 

"Fine. Lets do it," she nodded.

 

The pair of them sat down on the sweeping hill leading into the valley and got down to business. Talking shop was easy, and as long as it stayed that way, Seawave felt safe. However, it soon became obvious to her that Optimus was experiencing a problem. He squirmed where he sat. His hands picked at the vegetation while he talked, and his optics keep leaving hers and wandering down over her body. She noticed that whenever he did that, he always caught himself; blushed for a moment; then began vigorously expanding the point he was currently making until the conversation became totally out of context. It couldn't go on like this.

 

"Prime."

 

He stopped, "Huh?"

 

"YouÆre blabbering."

 

"Oh." The skin above his face plate went a nice pink. She smiled at, and placed a hand comfortingly on his thigh.

 

"Whats bothering you? Today you seem soà..out of it. ThatÆs not like you."

 

He had trouble answering. Her hand was causing blistering warmth to race up his leg and ignite his slumbering interface into vigorous attention. His member strained at its covering codpiece. His mouth hung open uselessly behind his mask. He snapped it closed and turned his head away.

 

"I'm having trouble thinking today," he muttered <that's not all you're having trouble with!> he snapped at himself. He heard Seawave shift herself closer to him. She sighed,

 

"Prime, we've known each other a long time, and I feel we can be openly honest with each other without causing pain or embarrassment."

 

Prime stared down at his feet, not trusting himself to even twitch.

 

"Please, tell me whats wrong."

 

The silence was frightening. He sat horribly still, <She couldnÆt be about to say what I think she's going to say>. He prepared himself to deny her accusation of *liking* her. Prepared for her to tell him off and threaten to report him for harassing her, even when he was doing it subconsciously‑

 

"Look, we've all got problems, and they won't get any better until they're out in the open. You want me to tell you mine?"

 

Silence.

 

"Ok. I'll say it. I'm scared you think of me as being a total airhead for acting like such an idiot watching that movie the other day." There. She said it. Now it was her turn to stare down at her feet and wonder nervously about his reaction. When he didnÆt say anything, she cautiously turned to look at him. He was staring at her with optics spread wide; his body sitting stiffly upright.

 

"What?" he asked.

 

"Well," she elaborated timidly, "I did shriek like some sort of crazed animal‑bot, and stuff a cushion in my mouth to top it off, so‑"

 

Optimus started to laugh. It began with a tremorous, silent shaking of his torso, and ended up with him lying back on the hill and laughing out loud. Seawave looked miffed.

 

"Hey! Stop it! Cut that out!" she slapped him on the chest, but he only laughed harder. She sat in a huff until he got himself under control, and eyed him warily when he sat back up. The crinkles at the sides of his optics told her he was smiling.

 

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Old Times, part two.

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The crinkles at the sides of his optics told her he was smiling.

"I think we're operating on different wavelengths," he grinned. She looked back at him curiously.

 

"Oh?"

 

"Uh‑huh!"

 

"Oh."

 

"Stop that smirking," she ordered.

 

Prime looked surprised, "How can you tell?"

 

"Only one of your optics is crinkling with lines. The other one isn't. And your optics are twinkling. You're smirking at me," she insisted.

 

The Autobot commander went silent. Thinking.

 

"Seawave, we trust each other, right?" he said. She nodded.

 

"And you can see things, and know things that no one else can fathom."

 

She hesitated, then nodded again, slowly.

 

"You know I wear this mask for various reasons, but the main one being so my face seems emotionless and that confuses the enemy."

 

She stared at him. What was he getting at?

 

"I'd like to show you what I really look like. Underneath."

 

Oh shit!! Her jaw gaped like a fish. "Wh..? Huh?? You?"

 

His optics crinkled again. Both of them.

 

"Yes, I'd like to. And you can always tell what I'm feeling anyway. Wouldn't you like to see underneath? Its not a state secret, you know. You are allowed to look if I offer it," he reassured her.

 

"Um..." her fingers dug into the ground.

 

"Do you want to?" he asked again.

 

The words flew out of her mouth before her brain could argue; "Yes! I;d love to! Oh shit!" she clamped a hand over her lips, optics wide at what she had uttered. Prime chuckled.

 

"Its okay. Its not something you see everyday, eh?"

 

"Uh...mmm."

 

She watched avidly as he reached up and felt along his jaw line for something. She heard clicks and realised he was undoing the latches. The bottom half of the mask fell free, and he gently lifted it, and slid down. The entire mask came free in his hands.

 

She didn't know what to expect. If she had, it wouldnÆt have done justice to what she was seeing now. He was gorgeous! His face was the epitome of male *beauty*. It was clean cut, with sweeping lines defining his strong jaw and high‑structured cheeks. His nose was slim and straight. Not too broad, and not too narrow. His features were balanced by the width of his face.

 

Struggling to take it all in, and trying to think of what to say at his *unveiling*; her optics stayed glued to his exposed visage in rabid fascination. There was a very slight line of grime defining where the mask had started just below his optics. Her fingers reached up to touch it... she snatched them back halfway. PrimeÆs sensuous, wide lips curved up into a smile.

 

"You can touch," he reassured her warmly.

 

Biting her lip, she cautiously stretched her hand out and poked his cheek with one finger. Hmmm. She drew it back; her head tilting slightly.

 

"What do you think?" Optimus asked curiously. He didnÆt think of himself as a *ladykiller*, but he knew femmes found him *aesthetically pleasing* ... whatever that meant. Maybe it was a cover up for *you're ugly*.

 

"You're gorgeous," Seawave whispered.

 

Optimus ducked his head, "Uh, thanks."

 

The femme moved closer, and again reached out to touch him. Her fingers slid over his cheek and down along his jaw. He shuddered at the contact and forced himself to not draw away.

 

"Smile."

 

He looked up, "What?"

 

"Smile," she insisted, " I want to see if my theory was right about the *crinkling* bit."

 

He spread his lips into a sort of smile, but she shook her head. "No, no û you have to *really* smile."

 

He tried again but she remained disappointed. Then her optics gleamed, and a mischievous glint appeared.

 

"I know what will do it," she murmured, then leaned forward on her knees, and slipped her lips over his. He jerked back, and she followed him; her hands gaining support by resting on his chest. He was too startled to react at first. His optics remained on, staring uncomprehendingly past her tilted head. Then his arms grasped her around the waist and pressed her closer to him. His optics dimmed and he returned her kiss. It was a while before they came up for air û so to speak.

 

Seawave drew back first, and admired the dizzying smile that had appeared on his face.

 

"That's better. Aha û look! They do make lines!" she pointed at his optics; enraptured.

 

"That's not all they do," Prime murmured, and brought her back in for another smile‑inducing kiss. The reservations they both had nagging in the back of their minds were ignored. She let herself be drawn onto his prone physique, her lithe female form fitting easily onto his strong male one. He was large, so it was an effort for her to wriggle her hips into position upon his and stay joined at the mouth. She rained more kisses down on his face as he groaned, "We shouldnÆt be doing this..."

 

Grasping the sides of his glorious face in both hands, her optics bored into his, "Whyever not?" she purred, and returned to letting her mouth explore down his throat and across his chest. The metal skin of his throat and jaw were incredibly silky. She supposed that was from being covered up and protected. He shifted underneath her from arousal and watched her make her way down. He jolted and grimaced when she kissed just above his codpiece. She locked optics with him and smiled tauntingly, "Getting nervous, are we?"

 

He could do nothing but gasp and groan when she found the latches to his codpiece and removed it like a pro. Her own gasp of surprise made him smile. If there was one thing in particular he liked about his body in relation to the female sex û it was his endowment. There wasnÆt a femme who could complain about *that*. He sat up on his elbows and arched an optic at her. She was sitting back on her heels, hand clasped to her mouth as her optics remained glued on his semi‑erect interface in wide‑eyed admiration. She removed her hand to say something, gaped, then replaced her hand. The poor femme had never seen on soàà*big*. Uh‑uh. Big wasnÆt the word...

 

She didn't react when he sat up fully, crossed his legs and gently drew her into his lap like a child. He tilted her head up with a hand under her jaw and pressed his mouth to hers. She squirmed and wriggled on his lap, but he held her still; and when he lifted his head, she sat gasping. The inflamed tip of his now stiff male interface was poking into her lower back; combined with the savaging effect of his mouth, she couldnÆt think a coherent thought.

 

The Autobot commander caressed her body; starting with the underside of her neck, and progressing to her thighs where they lay across his knees. Seawave was in heaven. It had been so long since anyone had touched her this way. She hadnÆt realised sheÆd missed it so much. Her pleasure turned to incredible arousal. From the way his rigid male interface was rubbing against her back, she guessed he wasnÆt far off either.

 

She didn't protest when he lifted her off his lap and laid her down beside him, turning himself around to lie along her length. His hand touched her cheek.

 

"Do you really want this, Seawave?" he asked quietly, his optics studying her face. She kept her optics dimmed. Not answering. Optimus began to draw back when her hand extended out and laid itself flat on his waist. His enhanced audios barely managed to pick up her faintly murmured *yes*in reply. He ran his hand along the ridge of her thigh, relishing the texture. His touch was light, and she kept her body still to receive it. When he rested his fingers on her sodpiece and applied gentle pressure, her hips arched up into his palm.

 

The Femme hadn't realised her coverings had been removed until she felt him move to place his body over hers, and the head of his interface came to rest against her sweltering opening. She gave a soft cry and stretched her body under him; trembling when he pressed his mouth to her neck and dragged it down to her exposed chest. Her hands gripped his stiffened forearms where he supported himself over her, and her optics brightened. She held her breath as he raised his head. His optics met hers and the gentle smile that appeared on his lips almost made her climax. Almost.

 

She felt it when he nudged against her; and smoothly entered her body. She felt it even if her scream of pleasure made sure she didn't *hear* it. A small chirping voice in her CPU scolded her for such a loud noise. Did she want everyone to know what was going on? It scolded. She told it to go stuff itself; all the time meeting Optimus' delving thrusts and crying out every time his groin touched hers and he sheathed himself fully. It didn't take long before his deep voice rose in a distinctive cry of his own. She had heard that cry on the battlefield after a victory. She wanted to sob with joy that it was her causing him to utter it.

 

They moved together. His larger frame totally covering her own smaller one. His thrusts shoved her in inches up the hill they were lying upon.

 

It was over quickly. Too quickly. The next thing she knew she was lying motionless beneath the weight of his body as he panted in her audio. She could scarcely remember her devastating climax. The pure ecstasy. Her scream; and his answering one. She could still feel it. The heat was there. The incredible internal warmth that signaled post‑climax. The stickiness between her legs...

 

STICKINESS???

 

She blinked. Blinked again. Oh shit. Her mind came out of its fog, and her optics registered what her CPU was having trouble realising. She had spilled an entire pot of silver gloss touch‑up paint between her legs. Oh damn. It was everywhere. Down her legs, on her lap; and running in pretty patterns all over the floor. And guess what? It was not removable once dried, and it looked nicely dried to her. She snatched her feet up and looked around the room. There was no valley. No hill. No grass and no Optimus Prime between her legs. Damn. A bloody daydream. Curse it! Oh. She had already done that. Damn.

 

Sighing, she got up and tried to remove some of the mess from her body. Maybe she could scratch some of it before it *really* set. Otherwise the veritable object of her kinky daydreams would have yet another reason to think of her as loony.

 

As she plonked back down on her bed, her computer lit up with a reminder. She was due at OptimusÆ office in ten minutes for their weekly counseling meeting. Moaning and slapping her forehead (leaving a beauty of a silver mark) she guessed sheÆd have to learn to live with such embarrassmentsàespecially where the Autobot commander was concerned...

 

He was most definitely the cause of more than one embarrassment.

 

She left her quarters holding her head high. Well, it nothing else, she could always playback the expressions on his face as he made love to her while in real life he oggled the mysterious paint marks all over her legs...

 

The day just got better after that.

 

 

FINI

 

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