No Rest For The Weary

Chromia pressed the side of her head against the door in an imitation of a human trying to listen to what was going on in the next room. The walls weren't exactly soundproof and she could hear muffled voices. It was a vast improvement from the stony silence there had been earlier, but she had to struggle to hear what was being said. Chromia was vaguely aware of Ratchet watching her as he repaired Sunstreaker. The yellow mech was laying as still as he could, his head turned pointedly away from the room Ellie and Optimus were in. The mech was still angry with Ellie for smacking him with Mirage, the latter mech already having taken his leave from the med-bay, sulking all the way out. Chromia chuckled to herself. That was what he got for trying to change Ellie into his vision of what a femme should be. She perked up when she heard the two speaking again, pressing herself closer to the door.

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Ellie shifted her legs slightly, suddenly having the feeling that she was being watched. She looked up, smiling as Prime smiled back down at her. She was still slightly nervous, not yet used to the level of intimacy a spark bond gave her with Optimus. In fact she was not used to this level of intimacy with anyone. There were no secrets, neither of them were capable of keeping them when their minds were laid bare to the other. Ellie wondered if she should be alarmed by that fact, but there was something else that came with that intimacy; Trust. Ellie had never fully trusted any of the men she had been involved with for the simple fact that there was always something they were keeping from her. Whether it was out of foolish male pride or another woman or man they wanted to keep secret, the notion of something being kept out of the relationship had always put a damper on her trust.

And along with that trust, came acceptance. Nothing like what Mirage was trying to do. That pompous mech had spent too much time in his own little world to think he could make her into the bubbly little doll he was used to having on his arm on Cybertron. Optimus accepted that Ellie was rough around the edges and somewhat hot tempered. He understood that because he had his own faults. He had a soft spot for hard luck cases and went out of his way to help those who didn't want any kind of help. The Autobot leader also had a stubborn streak in him that nearly rivaled IronHide's. He was loath to use deadly force and would rather take a prisoner than kill another mech outright. But like Ellie's faults, these were what made Optimus the being he was. Taking his compassion away would make him no better than Megatron had been. Just as taking away Ellie's fire would make her an utter pushover.

Ellie didn't feel the 'I need you now or I will die' kind of love that perpetuated the media and movies. That kind of love was infatuation and nothing more. What she felt here was 'I will wait for as long as you need me to.' It seemed unfamiliar to her, but comforting all the same. Patience was just one of Optimus Prime's many virtues, and he would wait until she was ready. Ellie was finding it easier to accept the bond between she and Optimus, though she still had no idea what it really meant. She was sure she would have instantly understood if she was Cybertronian by birth. Or make...or whatever.

"So...what now?" Ellie winced at the obvious squeak in her voice that belied her nervousness. Though to her relief Optimus didn't seem to mind too terribly much that his spark-mate's vocalizer was a modified squeak toy. The Autobot leader gave a slight shrug, lifting one shoulder, smiling. It was up to her. Ellie laughed at herself; what a time to be given the reigns. The smile on Optimus' face grew into a smirk as he lifted both hands from her and put them both under his head. If it were not for the white washed walls, Prime would look almost like he were relaxing instead of Chromia's prisoner.

Ellie's optical guards rose slowly watching Prime turn into a smart-ass. Who knew? Ellie returned the smirk, laying her hand on Prime's chest. Two could play this game. "Well, since I know next to nothing about this, I suppose nothing will happen." She stretched out as much as she could, ignoring Prime's slack jawed glare, off-lining her optics like she were initiating her recharge sequence. "G'night..."

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Chromia very nearly opened the door and gave Ellie a very detailed explanation of what should be happening. The femme nearly screamed, her patience nearly to it's breaking point as she listened to Ellie's coyness. Prime was such a slagging gentle-bot that he would never in a million vorns make the first move! Even Elita-One had had to make the first move just to get the fragging mech to touch her! 'Gahhhh!' Chromia opted instead to keep listening. That mech had better jump on his chance!

Chromia ignored Ratchet as he dismissed Sunstreaker, making a point to remind him never to piss Ellie off again. The yellow mech made a rude gesture at the medic which was followed immediately by his howl of pain as Ratchet chunked the wielder at his head. "I hope she hits you with IronHide next time! At least I won't have to listen to you complaining when his over sized aft knocks you off-line."

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Prime stared at Ellie, clicking his jaw shut after a few seconds of letting flies in. He had expected her to make the first move. However, he did concede that she did not know what to do with a Cybertronian male. 'Well...' Prime's mouth snaked up in a seldom seen smirk. 'I think I can remedy this.' Optimus drew himself onto his knees, ignoring the discomfort of the hard surface of the berth. His hands slowly snaked around Ellie's middle before he quickly drew the femme under him in one quick slide, causing Ellie to literally squeak in surprise. Though the moment Prime started moving his fingers in slow patterns over the junction of her hip and torso armor, her surprise turned into a hoarse moan.

"All you need do is ask," he punctuated his statement with his fingers tracing over the seam of her thoracic armor of her chest. "and you shall receive." He continued on for a few more moments, the fingers of his left hand retreating so that he could hold himself above her, straddling her hips. "Do you wish me to continue?" Optimus almost laughed at the glare he was receiving from Ellie, though he stopped just short of laughing out loud. The femme under him already looked about ready to murder him for stopping. Prime had almost forgotten how exciting it was to be in this position with a feisty femme. It was true he had rarely been this forward with Elita, though he was coming to enjoy it with Ellie.

Ellie responded with her own brand of torture, dipping her smaller fingers into the wires that were exposed at his hip joint. She laughed at the surprised choked moan coming from the mech above her followed by the flickering of his optics. "Does that answer your question?" She continued the slow massaging of the joint, dipping her fingers into the bundle of wires to nudge the sensory node there. Optimus could only respond with a needy moan of his own, Ellie continuing to the inner part of his leg, pointedly ignoring a certain piece of equipment stored there.

Prime ducked his head, trying to regain control of his processes. Ellie's teasing had nearly surprised him into over-load. It had been entirely too long. Activating his optics, Prime decided to wipe the smirk off of Ellie's face. He nuzzled her neck, dipping his glossa into a bundle of wires. He knew for a fact that there were sensitive nodes all through out the neck, and he brushed against at least three of them on his first pass. The teasing at his torso stopped while Ellie fought the urge to surrender to the mech above her. Eloise Murdock surrendered to no one! Not even her own spark-mate. Though it was getting hard to maintain that train of thought when Prime started nibbling along the raised ridge of her armor at her shoulder.

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Chromia pressed her audio sensor closer to the door, trying to pick up the somewhat muffled exchange within. Her smile turned into her trade mark evil grin when she heard the somewhat short lived banter between the two Autobots. Who knew Prime was capable of snark? Chromia chuckled, listening as the the talking subsided as both tried to get the other to surrender, neither giving up control. Knowing either of them this would go on for quite a while. Chromia was so engrossed with the goings on inside the cell that she failed to notice a certain black mech sneaking up behind her.

The sight of IronHide tip-toeing up behind Chromia would have been enough to send anyone, mech or human into a laughing fit if they didn't mind being blown to bits by IronHide's cannons. IronHide slid his arm around her middle as he held a hand over Chromia's mouth, preventing the femme from screaming. He was about to tease her about being a closet voyeur when he heard a loud and distinctly mech moan from behind the door. IronHide's optical guards nearly shot off of his face, Chromia's grin confirming his suspicions. "I never would have guessed..." Chromia shushed him with her hand, and pressed her audio receptor against the door again, IronHide following suit.

Ratchet clicked softly in disapproval at the two Autobots. If they had their way, neither Ellie or Optimus would have a moment of privacy. The medic wondered when they would get the ball rolling on private quarters for both humans and Cybertronians. The Autobots could recharge under the stars for so long, and what if one of the couples suddenly sparked? The possibility was quite real what with all the mating going on. Young sparklings were never meant to be exposed to the elements constantly, especially environments as harsh as on this planet. Though the thought of sparklings suddenly brought a smile to the old medic's face. Even in the middle of a war there was still hope.

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Ellie grinned in triumph as she dipped her fingers between the seams of Prime's armor. She had managed to turn the tables on the Autobot leader and nearly thrown him under her where she was in command. His hands were busy gripping her hips as she teased him with fleeting caresses and the occasional grinding of her pelvic region against his. She had known that their anatomy was similar in design to a human's, she just never thought it was this similar. It did make it easier for Ellie to tease Prime into a moaning puddle of slag. Though Optimus caught her by surprise when he caught her hands and pinned them behind her as he lifted his upper body up and started that delicious nibbling of her neck and shoulders again.

Ellie nearly lost herself as his glossa started a slow agonizing trail down to the middle of her chest, tracing the seam that ran all the way down. If Prime had not been holding her tightly, she might have fallen over and taken him with her. The slow torment continued as Optimus slowly stroked her spinal column, touching every sensory node he could reach. His triumphant grin spread across his face as Ellie's spine bent back wards, her optics off-lining as the small cell was filled with her cry of release. Prime held her as her body trembled with small aftershocks, small arcs of electricity skittering the space between them as the charge bled off, leaving Ellie nearly unable to hold up her own head. Optimus smiled as he gently guided Ellie to lie on the berth, watching as she settled into recharge. As soon as his systems cooled, he followed. He was still slightly frustrated, but he could function. Who knew being locked up could be so entertaining?

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The two Autobots laughing outside were suddenly pulled by their shoulders outside where Ratchet gave them both matching dents on their heads with the wielder he had recovered from where he had hurled it at Sunstreaker. "There...that should be suitable punishment. Now let those two out before they get too comfortable in there." Ratchet turned around and walked back into the med-bay, snickering to himself as Chromia and IronHide nursed twin dents in their armor.

Chromia shrugged, walking up to the cell and unlocking the door. IronHide stood beside her as she opened the door, looking into the dim interior. "What the..." Chromia was not able to finish the sentence as she was pulled into the cell followed by IronHide, the door closing behind them before they could protest. Ellie laughed herself stupid as Optimus reset the password amid the yelling and curses flying out of the cell.

"Gotcha!" Ellie crowed as she knocked on the door, listening to the two inside curse and pound on the walls. "You ain't leaving until we see that cell rocking," she called out as she walked out of the med-bay, hand in hand with Optimus, Ratchets laughter following them out as the medic toppled onto the floor.