Tracking Desire
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Category:
S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,704
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Transformers, the franchise, or Hasbro (I do own some TF toys!) I make no money doing this. Just saving some sanity.
Tracking Desire
I am feeling gooshily sappy tonight. So if that's not your thing, wait a few days til Teh Meanness strikes me. But if you want to go AWWWWWWWWWWWW and maybe a little , this is the story for you.
Starscream cut his engines and landed as lightly as he could in the courtyard, desperate to hide his eagerness. He lowered his comm frequency to her cell phone’s number. He shifted impatiently as it rang. Stupid and awkward human communication system. Inconvenient. Who ever heard of a comm system detached from its bot? Where was she? Why wasn’t she answering?
After the fifth ring, she picked up. Her voice sounded muffled. “Hello?”
“Jennifer human? Are you all right?”
“Huh? Who is thi—oh no.”
“It is I.”
“What are you—why are you calling me?”
“I wish to see you.”
“It’s three in the morning!” She sounded vaguely angry.
He hesitated, confused, “Is there something—oh! Of course. The ritual morning greeting. Good morning Jennifer human, I trust that you are well?”
“What? No, it’s not the bloody ritual morning greeting, it’s three in the fucking morning. Normal people are asleep.”
“You are not asleep.” Oh, recharging. Who knew they were so surly after recharge?
“Not any more,” she said, acidly. “Go away.”
“Since you are no longer asleep, Jennifer human, I wish to see you. I am in the courtyard of your dormitory.”
“Please. Go. Away.”
“I will when you explain to me why I must. I am in the courtyard.”
A muffled curse. “Fine. Give me a minute to put some clothes on.”
“You shall not be needing clothes.” He felt his module pulse in its socket, just thinking of her pale body, her soft skin. To have that again….
“Shut up, for god’s sake.” She hung up.
*****
She padded into the courtyard barefoot. “You’re so lucky we’re intersession,” she muttered. “Really hard to explain to the freshmen what the hell this is.” Her fingers were braiding her long hair.
He had no idea what she was talking about. “I agree, these accommodations are inconvenient. Why do you live here?”
“Hello? Need a job? Easiest one to get is Resident Advisor for a freshman dorm.”
“I suspect the job is easy to get because it is unpleasant. That is how we do things.”
“You’re right, there.” She flipped a small bit of colored fabric off her wrist and onto the end of the braid. “Now, what on earth do you want?”
“I should think that would be obvious. You.”
She looked nervous. “You can’t be serious.”
“Am I not allowed to be serious? I do not understand.”
“Look, that was…that was just a one time thing, wasn’t it?”
“Because it has only happened one time, yes. Now I should like it to happen again. It will be a two-time thing. Until the third time.” He crouched down, folding his leg joints so he was just over her height.
He watched a rush of blood color her face. “Did you not enjoy it, Jennifer human?”
“Yes, but….”
He tilted his head to one side. “Do you not want me?”
“Uhhh, look, it just can’t happen again.”
“It cannot?” His eyes spiraled with concern. “Has something happened that has made it impossible?”
“No, but…it just can’t.”
His hands curled in frustration, one gouging the dirt of the courtyard. “Why not? You desire me. I desire you. It is protoform-simple.”
“It’s not.”
He closed one hand around her. “It is.” He pulled her in to a kiss, his glossa feathering along her mouth, teasing her throat, her earlobe, the join of her shoulder. She shivered in his hand. “Simple,” he breathed.
He pulled back, and was startled to see the glint of liquid in her eyes. He’d seen this before when the Colonel had hurt her. “Have I hurt you, Jennifer human?” He’d been so careful.
One eye’s tears overspilled down her cheek. “You can’t be here. They’ll find you here. You have to go. Please.”
“They?” He looked around. They. “Are they tracking you?” he hissed.
“Yes. Under observation all the time. Please.”
A light dawned on him. “Even your phone.”
“Yes.” The other eye spilled over. He pulled her close, tasting her tears. She did want him. She…feared for him. His central processor burned with desire for her.
“This,” he said, “is unacceptable.” He held her gently, shifting her around as he transformed around her, putting her to rest in his cockpit. “Let us see how good their trackers are.” He fired his jets, no longer worried about being quiet, and roared into the night.
*****
Starscream cut his engines and landed as lightly as he could in the courtyard, desperate to hide his eagerness. He lowered his comm frequency to her cell phone’s number. He shifted impatiently as it rang. Stupid and awkward human communication system. Inconvenient. Who ever heard of a comm system detached from its bot? Where was she? Why wasn’t she answering?
After the fifth ring, she picked up. Her voice sounded muffled. “Hello?”
“Jennifer human? Are you all right?”
“Huh? Who is thi—oh no.”
“It is I.”
“What are you—why are you calling me?”
“I wish to see you.”
“It’s three in the morning!” She sounded vaguely angry.
He hesitated, confused, “Is there something—oh! Of course. The ritual morning greeting. Good morning Jennifer human, I trust that you are well?”
“What? No, it’s not the bloody ritual morning greeting, it’s three in the fucking morning. Normal people are asleep.”
“You are not asleep.” Oh, recharging. Who knew they were so surly after recharge?
“Not any more,” she said, acidly. “Go away.”
“Since you are no longer asleep, Jennifer human, I wish to see you. I am in the courtyard of your dormitory.”
“Please. Go. Away.”
“I will when you explain to me why I must. I am in the courtyard.”
A muffled curse. “Fine. Give me a minute to put some clothes on.”
“You shall not be needing clothes.” He felt his module pulse in its socket, just thinking of her pale body, her soft skin. To have that again….
“Shut up, for god’s sake.” She hung up.
*****
She padded into the courtyard barefoot. “You’re so lucky we’re intersession,” she muttered. “Really hard to explain to the freshmen what the hell this is.” Her fingers were braiding her long hair.
He had no idea what she was talking about. “I agree, these accommodations are inconvenient. Why do you live here?”
“Hello? Need a job? Easiest one to get is Resident Advisor for a freshman dorm.”
“I suspect the job is easy to get because it is unpleasant. That is how we do things.”
“You’re right, there.” She flipped a small bit of colored fabric off her wrist and onto the end of the braid. “Now, what on earth do you want?”
“I should think that would be obvious. You.”
She looked nervous. “You can’t be serious.”
“Am I not allowed to be serious? I do not understand.”
“Look, that was…that was just a one time thing, wasn’t it?”
“Because it has only happened one time, yes. Now I should like it to happen again. It will be a two-time thing. Until the third time.” He crouched down, folding his leg joints so he was just over her height.
He watched a rush of blood color her face. “Did you not enjoy it, Jennifer human?”
“Yes, but….”
He tilted his head to one side. “Do you not want me?”
“Uhhh, look, it just can’t happen again.”
“It cannot?” His eyes spiraled with concern. “Has something happened that has made it impossible?”
“No, but…it just can’t.”
His hands curled in frustration, one gouging the dirt of the courtyard. “Why not? You desire me. I desire you. It is protoform-simple.”
“It’s not.”
He closed one hand around her. “It is.” He pulled her in to a kiss, his glossa feathering along her mouth, teasing her throat, her earlobe, the join of her shoulder. She shivered in his hand. “Simple,” he breathed.
He pulled back, and was startled to see the glint of liquid in her eyes. He’d seen this before when the Colonel had hurt her. “Have I hurt you, Jennifer human?” He’d been so careful.
One eye’s tears overspilled down her cheek. “You can’t be here. They’ll find you here. You have to go. Please.”
“They?” He looked around. They. “Are they tracking you?” he hissed.
“Yes. Under observation all the time. Please.”
A light dawned on him. “Even your phone.”
“Yes.” The other eye spilled over. He pulled her close, tasting her tears. She did want him. She…feared for him. His central processor burned with desire for her.
“This,” he said, “is unacceptable.” He held her gently, shifting her around as he transformed around her, putting her to rest in his cockpit. “Let us see how good their trackers are.” He fired his jets, no longer worried about being quiet, and roared into the night.
*****