Ghosts

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Ghosts I

The next day, all she could think about was how nice it was to be so close to him. What is wrong with me? I can’t be falling head over heels for a Wrecker, let alone a scientist. I’ll be mocked - “oh, there goes the nerd’s wife!” While she was lost in her inner struggle, Moonracer failed to notice the object of her thoughts standing right in front of her.

“Oaf!”

The petite female pushed herself gently away from his chest and peered up into his… serious visage, locking optics only briefly before she turned away. Moonracer stood there, quietly, feeling his gaze burn holes through her armor. And the silence was broken; “I’m sorry!” She apologized and made for a power walk down the corridor, only for her arm to be grasped by a firm hand. “You were absent, Moonracer.”

Again, with the scolding? “Ow…”

Perceptor narrowed his optic and released his hold. “You know, Percy - for a mech like you, you’re pretty strong.” The microscope felt his lip twitch in annoyance; “…a mech like me? I assure you, Moonracer, scientists do have their strengths.” She tensed, feeding off the bad energy radiating from his frame. Was he always so testy?

“It was that time on the Decepticon cruiser, wasn’t it?”

“Moonracer…”

“You’re all - like this now. You used to be so good-natured and…”

She couldn’t remember when the floor got so interesting. The sniper stepped in, cupping her chin between his thumb and forefinger; “You’re emotional.” Way to ruin the mood, Perceptor! Moonracer batted his hand away and glared daggers; “Of course I’m emotional!” she retorted, “You would be too, if - if, um…” Had she been human, she would’ve flushed with embarrassment. And it was even worse, now that she was incapable of insulting someone properly.

“Your body has initiated the breeding cycle. You have less than one week to conceive before the cycle ends. There’s going to be mechs floundering about you like starving dogs…”

“And why aren’t you-”

“Because I have some self-control.”

She sealed her lips after that. And there she was, calling him a weakling! The pale-colored femme glanced to the ceiling as if by some miracle, Primus would smite her down. “So… how do I… protect myself?” she inquired, slipping her arms about her torso. Perceptor sensed her uneasiness beforehand, as it enhanced that wonderful scent emanating from between her thighs. He quickly shook that away. The poor girl was already uncomfortable around him; he didn’t wish to drive her away, lest she run into Drift or Blaster, of all mechs. He cringed inwardly at the thought, and a sudden possessiveness washed over him.

“It is simple.”

Moonracer leaned closer, expecting an explanation, when all she received was a forceful grip upon her helm and her lips pressed firmly to the sniper’s own. She squeaked, at first, at the suddenness of it all, and then something clicked; her body relaxed and she actually found herself parting the soft, pliable metal to allow entrance.

She felt herself lighten, her hand coming to rest upon his cheek; “So much for self-control…” Perceptor actually smiled at that and went in for another sweltering kiss; both having been unaware of the optics staring at them from around the corner.

Short chapter is short. D:
Let's hope the others will be longer...
So, who do you think the voyeur is? Hmm?