Watch Me

Days went by before Elita-One ever saw him again…
Within her, something changed; she would never look upon the face of her beloved Prime, nor hear the cheerful voices of her comrades. All she had; were these cold, blank walls and him…

“Elita?”

His voice was a whisper upon her audios as she struggled to regain consciousness. Where have you been? - she wanted to ask. Thundercracker stopped at the gate and eyed her from afar. She knew exactly why he wouldn’t approach her. Elita could feel the heat emanating from his body. “I brought your energon,” he murmured, hesitating a bit as he reached for the switch.

Elita forced herself into a seated position on the floor and kept her gaze lowered. “Thank you,” she muttered, taking the offered cube. As she sipped at the liquid, she could feel the Seeker’s optics hot on her frame. “I’ve resisted this long, Elita…” The femme finally stared up at the mech; “Let me go, and I’ll do anything-” “-is that what you told Starscream?” he sneered. This took Elita by surprise; never has she heard the normally calm and quiet Decepticon express such disgust.

“Thundercracker…”

The Seeker drug her from the cell and out of the prison.
Fortunately, the other mechs decided not to question their superior’s motives and his two brothers were on patrol. Thundercracker took the air as quickly as possible, with Elita holding on for dear life. “Where are you taking me!?” She began to beat against his chassis, earning a deep rumble from within his chest; “Stop.”

The two landed in a nearby canyon…
Thundercracker tossed the femme to the ground and watched her intently. “This is for your own good, Elita.” He aimed his weapons at the Autobot and prepared to fire when she made her move - slowly, crawling to his feet. She was making this harder than it already was! The blue jet stepped away only to find him tackled to the ground and straddled by the femme commander. She retracted her interface panel and proceeded to grind her hips into the mech.

Thundercracker growled and shook his head, attempting to rid himself of that damn instinctive programming. Her deft fingers went to work caressing his armor; down his cockpit and along his sensitive wings. “Elita…” he groaned. The Autobot smiled and pressed her lips to his own. It was apparent now that Starscream was unsuccessful in satisfying her heat cycle - of course, when did he ever succeed in anything?

The Seeker, too, retracted his interface panel, exposing his thick spike.
Elita grinned as she eyed the equipment lustfully. And, without hesitation, she impaled herself onto the length, relishing how it completely filled her valve. Thundercracker parted his lips in a silent moan at the sensation, his hands immediately going to her hips. Slowly, the femme moved her hips against his; making sure the spike kissed every single sensor node. The Seeker soon began to lose all rational thought and jerked his hips into her, roughly sending the slick phallus deeper. Elita’s optics brightened, recalling just how passionate fliers could be…

o------o

“Ratchet!”

“What is it? I’m busy!”

“It’s Elita-One!”

The medic made his way to the Ark’s entrance, where Jazz stood awestruck at the sight before him. “Primus… What happened to her?” he asked, walking over to her lifeless form. Jazz shook his helm; “Is she alive?” “Barely… Let’s get her inside and… cleaned up.”

o------o

When her optics came online, Elita took in her surroundings.
“Welcome back, Elita.” She stared up at the medic, “Ratchet?” Her voice cracked. Was she really with the Autobots? Was she finally home? “Easy, kid… You’ve sustained some damage inside and out. You’re lucky to be alive.”

“W-Where’s…. Thundercracker?”

“Thundercracker?”

Ratchet and Jazz looked at the other in confusion.
“I have to find him… I have to tell him…” Elita sat up, feeling her head spin at the suddenness of doing so. “You need rest!” protested the CMO. “Jazz, contact Optimus Prime!” The femme stiffened; “O-Optimus? He’s… alive?” Ratchet forced her back down and sighed. “Yes. We managed to save him…”

“Why… You never searched for me!”

“Elita. We thought you were dead. Megatron showed your remains…”

The heavy sound of footsteps caused Elita to cringe, remembering the Seekers and her time within the prison. In the doorway, Optimus stood and surveyed the room before approaching the medical berth. “Elita…” The femme immediately pounced the Autobot commander; “I missed you so much…” she sobbed. Prime slipped his arms around his beloved and held her there, never wanting to let go a second time.

A/N: And they lived happily ever after. XD