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. |
Lemon time! Though in their holoforms, so it doesn't really count for the real thing. Before you end up asking, this is just what I figure. Their holoforms would be fully functional. Would have to be if holoforms were initially created to blend in to their surroundings. To do that, you have to be able to be interacted with physically, whether it be fighting, a friendly poke, whatever. So... yeah. This wouldn't be too far-fetched. Anyway, on with the show!
14
Jadefire nervously walked down a side staircase, still remembering how to use the holoform correctly. Her emerald dress shimmered with every move, and her off-green hair sat as a piled mess on her head, as it usually was. Her eyes shone an unnatural blue, like the other Autobot holoforms. She slipped her wrists through the loops on the sides of her dress, letting it slit up to her thighs. As she reached the last stair, she looked in the direction of the party. It had taken her longer than the others to work out the kinks to her holoform, and so opted to find her own way downstairs. All their vehicle modes sat hidden from the other guests, though while they were there, the Autobots were required to hide using the human appearances.
She slowly followed the sound of the music. The gradual increase in secret service let her know she was getting close. Two standing on either side of a door stiffened, but relaxed instantly when they saw the Autobot tattoo on her right breast, exposed only by a slight dip in the neckline of her dress. They opened the door and bowed her inside.
The guests, as it turned out, were mainly military personal that had been involved at Mission City, as well as the current soldiers now. Also hidden in the crowd of normal humans, the Autobots kept up the appearances of the fleshlings. The only way to pick them out was a flash of lighter-than-normal blue eyes, or a hint of an Autobot tattoo on their skin.
Three of those said holoforms were talking next to a window, holding glasses of what she suspected was one of the many forms of human high-grade. The tallest of them had fading black hair, cut close to his head and a bushy moustache. The smallest had chosen a mop of messy blonde hair, with a shock of black. The other Jadefire couldn't recognize with his back turned to her.
The tallest noticed her and motioned for her to join them. "Jade, you're looking lovely tonight."
Jadefire smiled at the unmistakable voice. "Same to you, Optimus, Bumblebee." It was then that the other turned to see her approaching, and she immediately knew who it was by the scar over his right eye. "You too, Ironhide."
The older mech flashed a grin. "What gave me away?"
"The scar." He had chosen a holoform in his late thirties, still with thick black hair peppered with grey.
"Token from one of the harder battles."
She nodded, accepting a glass of the human high-grade from a passing waiter. "Same as 'Striker's." Her body went cold for a second. "He's dressed properly, I hope?" she asked Optimus.
He grimaced. "As much as he can be." He nodded to a far corner, where she could see her brother trying to keep a glass of human high-grade from Katrina.
He was dressed in the same black tux as the other males were, though his came with the company of chains, a hanging belt, and his mess of blonde hair done up in tall spikes. He hadn't removed the lip, nose, or eyebrow piercings either.
Katrina wasn't much better. Her black dress gave off a funeral vibe more than a presidential dinner party. Sam stood behind her, also watching to make sure she didn't ingest any of the intoxicating beverages. He, at least, looked respectable.
A sudden outbreak of yelling drew their attention away from the bickering couple. Apparently Mudflap had decked his buck-toothed brother, starting the beginnings to a brawl.
"Aw, it's on now, Fugly!" Skids yelled, thumping his chest. "Bring it!"
Before it got ugly, another male stepped in and held them both by the upper arms. His deep blue hair gave him away. "That's enough you two," Jolt said, hauling them out of the room despite their protests.
Jadefire rolled her eyes. "Those two will never get along."
"No surprise there," yet another male said, approaching them. He was strikingly handsome, with brown hair tied into a tail at the base of his neck. "I don't think I ever stopped fighting with Sunstreaker."
She smiled again. "Evening, Sides. You're looking handsome tonight."
"Miss my wheels though," he said with a frown.
The men began talking again, allowing Jadefire a chance to look around. She found Ratchet chatting with a woman in a corner, shoving a pair of glasses up his nose. The old medic had surprised her with his young thirty-something body and short dirty blond hair. A goatee showed more prominently as he started laughing at a joke the woman had told. Upon further inspection, she saw the woman was Arcee. Her black hair framed her face, and her blue dress covered the floor. She nudged Ironhide's arm to get his attention and nodded to the two. "What do you think?"
"That he's barking up the wrong tree," he answered, eyeing her untouched glass. "You haven't tried the champagne."
She looked at her glass. "Not sure if I want it. I get drunk easily enough normally. Don't know how potent this is to a human system."
"Might make things interesting if you do." A wicked thought passed through his temporary human mind. "I've just thought of a loophole."
She frowned, furrowing her brow. "What are you talking about?"
He turned to Optimus and the others to say "Excuse me" before leading her away. "These temp bodies are fully functional, I hope you know."
Her look of confusion hadn't left. "I've noticed that, but how is it a loophole?"
"You don't seem to understand what I mean by 'fully functional'."
Her eyes lit up and her mouth formed a small O. "But wouldn't it still count?"
He took them out on to a dark balcony and grinned. "This isn't your actual body, so no." He thought it was a good idea, before another thought entered his head. "Damn, never mind."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Remembered something Will told me," he answered gruffly. "Can't do it."
"You said we're fully functional. What's wrong with it? It's all the same, isn't it?"
"Not exactly. Virgin human females experience pain and small bits of bleeding for a short amount of time. Don't want to hurt you."
Her face fell. "Oh. I see." She paused for a minute, listening to the faint noise that was the continuous party. "What if I was willing to take the pain?"
"No. I'm not going to hurt you."
She sighed. "'Hide, I'm going to end up hurt one way or another. Physical pain won't last long."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Don't worry about it right now." She shook her head. "You said it yourself; this body is temporary. So will be the pain." A sly grin showed on her face. "And I did say I'd let you see my holo naked when we were alone."
He almost choked on the last sip of his champagne. "Yes but—" He stopped short at her look of determination. "I can't talk you out of this, can I?"
"Not a chance."
He sighed and put his empty glass down while she finished off hers. Without warning, he forced her back until she met brick. She giggled a bit as he pressed his lips to hers, instantly loving the different sensations human lips gave.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeaking as he lifted her up to rest on his hips. "Going to be dominant tonight?"
"Of course." He looked down at her dress, seeing it spread open enough to show black lace panties. He had to bite back a groan. "Have I said how much I love this dress yet?"
"Not sure you have, since this is the first time you've seen it."
She shifted his hold on her legs, pushing something hard against her core.
She let out a breath of surprise. "What is that?"
"Human module," he growled. "Right now it's similar to the glowing blue mode."
He bit at her lip. "So how do we…"
"Pull those undergarments to the side." He watched her do so in fascination, his mouth going dry at the sight. He let go of one of her legs that she kept secured around his waist and undid the pants restraining him, allowing him a bit of relief.
Her eyes widened. "It's attached?"
"Yes."
"Then what do we do?"
He looked away and murmured, "I honestly have no idea."
"What?"
He shrugged. "At least it's something we're both new to." He shifted again, brushing against her access port, sending a tingle up his spine as he felt the soft folds and the heat emanating from them, so different from their normal forms. "I think it's the same thing." He pushed against her, feeling it give way a bit. "Yeah, it's the same." He set her down and tugged off his jacket, allowing her to lay on it instead of the cold stones of the balcony. "This might work better."
She nodded while he repositioned himself. "Why does it hurt?"
"Apparently something breaks, something insignificant. It fades after a little while." He saw her look a bit fearful. "We don't have to do this."
"Just do it."
He was taken aback for a second before nodding and pushing inside her, hearing her cry out in surprise and buck against him. He saw stars as he slowly went, letting a shuttering groan out, until he felt a small flesh barrier. He held her close before pulling out and forcing himself through. To keep from screaming, she bit into the flesh of his neck. The pain was more like pleasure to him, knowing he had caused her to bite so forcefully.
She knew that in their actual bodies, pulsations would take over from there, but nothing really happened as the pain receded. It wasn't as bad as it had seemed, but it still was an uncomfortable feeling. "So, ah, what now?"
He frowned. "Not sure. I'm used to my body acting on its own." He shifted a bit, making her cry out and giving him a shock of pleasure. Curiously, he moved again, feeling the sensations rise. Without warning, he picked up his pace, feeling her writhe and dig her nails into his back, putting them into a set rhythm after awhile.
Jadefire's pain was long gone, replaced by a different pleasure she had never felt in her normal form. The sensations caused her to rock her hips against his, seeking more of it. Soon though, a coil wound its way in her far too tight before exploding, making her bite into his skin again to muffle the noise.
It was enough to send him into overload as well, making him pull out and spill Energon on the stones.
"So-so that really doesn't count?" she asked as she caught her breath.
"No, but it is enough to get you used to the sensations of actual interfacing." He adjusted their clothing and helped her up. "Think of this as a simulation. Though we should probably get back inside before—"
"Ironhide! You out here?"
The two froze as if they were teenagers again, caught in the act.
"What does Sideswipe want?" she hissed.
"The Pit if I know." He raised his voice. "Over here, Sides!"
Sideswipe rounded the corner, looking around until he saw the couple. "Optimus needs you. President Obama requested your presences."
Ironhide furrowed his brow. "Why would he want to see me as well?"
Sideswipe shrugged. "I'm playing messenger." He turned and left, giving one last look to Jadefire as he did.
Ironhide glanced at her, seeing she had taken a sudden liking to her intertwined fingers. "Is he still bothering you?"
"Not so much bothering. More like… I don't know."
"Regret?"
"Nothing of the sort. I'm just not sure what's there."
He nodded to her knowingly and stooped down to kiss her cheek. "Enjoy the rest of the party. I'll find you later."
She put a hand to her cheek as he left, almost breathless. "Will do." She retreated back inside, not seeing a pair of red eyes begin to glow from the bushes lining the exterior walls.
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