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Times Are Changing	By : LuciferDragon Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 4016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Icestriker, Jadefire, and Katrina. Everything else belongs to the Transformers movie-verse. I make no money off this fic. It's all in good fun.

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Nothing too explicit in this one, but there's a bunch of, ah, bumpin' and grindin', in the literal sense. I'm using the anatomical idea that musashi on adultfanfiction has introduced, just altering a few things to make it more believable for mech/femme interaction, while at the same time not including the sparkbonding idea. Got an idea in mind for that one. Also, tfwiki is a godsend for terminology! If anything seems off with personalities, let me know. It's great to hear how I'm doing. So enjoy the next input of lime goodness.

10

The next night, after a long study session with Ratchet, Jadefire left her room, heading towards the main room of the base. It was about one in the morning, and so the majority of the soldiers were asleep by now. Those on night shift sat in the main room, playing cards or watching a game streamed to a TV on their side. Jadefire looked over to the Autobot's side, seeing Katrina resting on the hood of Icestriker's alt mode, with his holoform activated beside her. He had picked a young-looking form, as his sister had, with a small patch of scruff around his jaw line, and bright blue eyes. His hair was a platinum blonde, short and shaggy, and his clothing consisted of baggy black pants and a form-fitting shirt with Marilyn Manson on the front. Apart from them, the Autobot area was empty.

"Glad you remembered, Sis," he said with a grin.

She put her hands on her hips. "Just tell me why I'm here."

Katrina leaned forward and lifted her chin. "Dancing lesson."

"Uh-huh. What's the catch that we're doing this at one in the morning?"

" Privacy." She stepped away from the Corolla so he could transform back to his primary mode. "You don't mind a small audience, do you?"

Jadefire glanced back to the soldiers, still immersed in their own business. "Not at all."

Katrina tugged her shorts a bit. "All right, your dancing partner is 'Striker."

"It isn't going to be your word vomit music, will it?"

"Nope. Proper dance, courtesy of my Latina heritage." She nodded to Icestriker. "Numero dos."

He nodded as well and moved to hold on to his sister properly before starting up a song she recognized as "Suave Mente". He led, perfectly hiding his grin.

"Popsicle, be honest, what's going on?" Jadefire asked through a twirl.

"Harmless fun," he said. "Honestly."

"Oh good. If it wasn't, I'd have to give you a swift kick to the bearings."

He flinched but continued through the moves. "No bad intentions."

"Hmm…" She eyed him warily. "You always hated dancing."

"And you loved it."

"Have to be agile to be an Elite Guard." Her face fell slightly. "Though, that position is obsolete now."

"Hey, no sad face. You'll be great no matter what you do now." He took a quick glance over her shoulder that she didn't notice. "Big finish." He pulled one arm around her stomach and gently flung out the coil their arms made. At the last second, he let her go.

She didn't go far before she banged into a solid black figure. An arm instantly fell to the small over her back to reduce the pushback of impact.

"Looks like I was right on time," the 'bot said with obvious amusement.

Jadefire's head instantly snapped up to see the grinning face of Ironhide, barely noticing the change in music. Once the initial shock wore off, she growled. "So it was a setup." She looked back and glared at her brother, who had dropped back to his holoform.

The long scar over his lips pulled tight as he grinned. "I said it was harmless and with good intentions. I haven't lied."

Despite the initial anger she felt at her younger brother, it quickly faded as Ironhide began to lead her instead. She started laughing through the first swing. "I bet you think you're some sort of romantic," she said to her brother as she was dipped back, seeing his holoform dancing similarly with Katrina. She finally listened to the song coming from the 'bot's speakers, recognizing "Sway" by Shaft.

"A hopeless one," he responded with a wink. He looked to Ironhide. "Wasn't aware you had grace enough to dance, Old Timer."

"Watch it, Kid. I've had a long time to practice," he responded gruffly, though he still held a smile that didn't meet the annoyed tone. The feel of the lithe femme now sliding back into his arms distracted him away from his usual rough demeanor.

"Also helps that you guys can instantly extract information from the web," Katrina said, almost tripping over herself and laughing. "Unlike my ungraceful self. Such a disgrace to the Latina heritage."

"Stick to your word vomit," Jadefire said. The song ended sharply and she ended up snapping into his grip, one hand holding his to the small of her back and the other plastered to his chest. Her voice caught in her processor for a second at the contact and they stood as if frozen in time. She laughed nervously, making him chuckle as well. "You're, ah, a really good dancer," she said, looking away.

"You are too." He let go, knowing she was growing nervous. They glanced over at the two humanoids, now head banging to metal. "Let's leave them be for now." He nodded towards the Autobot corridor that held all their rooms. "I'll walk you back."

"How chivalrous."

"It'll never die." They left the others to their "dancing", leaving down the hallway.

"So… that was interesting. Been a long time since I did that," she said to make conversation.

"Probably been longer for me. It was different. Nice, but different."

"Wish it could have lasted, but knew Katrina wouldn't have much to dance to."

"Don't always need music." When she looked at him curiously, he took her hand and led her into a slow dance popularly used by young fleshlings. "You just need to find a rhythm, and stick to it."

She rested her head on his chest. "I suppose so." They moved in silence for a few minutes, with her listening to the pulse of his Energon regulator. "Hey, 'Hide?"

"Hm?"

"You still want to try again?"

He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Not tonight. We should do things slow, so you can experience everything. Last night was a mistake on my part; a slipup. I do want to do that, but when the time is right."

She frowned. "I was ready last night."

"You think you were. Virgin femmes in the heat of the moment are more… accepting than non-virgins."

She pushed away. "If you don't want to have sex with me, then just tell me. Don't make up slagging scrap stories to cover your afterburners."

"No, no, you've got it wrong." He gripped on to her shoulders, around her protruding pauldrons. "Jade, I do want that. Very much. But not without treating you right and having you regret it."

"How do you know I'll regret it?"

"Experience." He tilted her chin up. "I do want you, so get any negative thought on that out of your head." He gave her a light kiss. "You picked me for this, so we're doing it my way."

She arched a brow. "Light physical actions from you? That's your way?"

"I'd do other things, but I don't want to damage you."

She jutted out her chin, looking at him with half-shuttered optics, challenging him. "Don't. I'm a med bot now, remember? You won't hurt me enough to where I couldn't fix it." She added a smile to her challenging posture. "Do it. I dare you."

He growled as his hormones raced. "Don't tempt me."

"And here I am tempting. Do it. Or do you not have the lugnuts to—" He cut her off with a rough kiss, slamming her frame against the door to her room. She let out a mild squeak of surprise, but otherwise held firm.

His Energon regulator and spark both pounded out of control, one increasing his flow of Energon to his interface hatch and the other sending his body into a sort of euphoria. He moved to run his glossa around the long pointed end of her audio receptor before whispering, "Open the door. You haven't seen anything yet, Sweetheart."

His voice was usually always gravelly, but it now had a hint of savagery that frightened her momentarily. Then she remembered why it was he had lived so long. Longer than Optimus, even. Shaking slightly, she reached behind her and opened the door. No sooner did she have it open, he roughly pushed her in, slamming the barrier closed behind him.

He advanced on her, shoving her into the far wall where her berth was. He buried his mouth plates roughly to her bared neck. "Remember, you wanted this…"

She bit her own mouth plates as he hiked a leg over his hips, grinding his hatch against where her port lay. The sudden explosion of feeling threw off both her sensors and logic processors. She tried to grab on to him, but he took both wrists with one hand and held them a bit harder than he meant to against the wall.

By now he was too far gone to stop himself. It had been centuries since he had interacted with a femme in any way, and that frustration slowly built up to that moment. However, he kept to his promise of waiting. He kissed her roughly once more before suddenly stopping everything. The grinding, the joint popping hold, the whole lot.

It took her a few seconds to process what happened.

"Your sensors won't know what to do when we do the whole thing. You'll be helpless. That's why I want to wait a few more days at least, to help you understand everything better." He leaned over and gave her one last kiss. "Tomorrow we'll resume where we left off tonight."

"Y-Yeah, sounds great," she said, barely more than a whisper.

He nodded and left her room, grinning to himself as the door closed behind him.
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