A Prime guide on how to steal a girl

~Three


~ 10:00am ~ ending of American Lit.



“Hey Sam wait up.”

Hearing the voice of the vixen that caused his seven-month parting from Mikaela made his blood boil. Not only was she stalking him ever since he returned to school last week but she and her witch friend named Angela kept giving him guilty looks as if they were sorry about something. Maybe posting his not so flattering naked ass all over their web page was not bringing them notoriety as they expected.

Sam continued walking away from them. The last thing he needed was another fiery confrontation with them. He was not sure if he could control his anger anymore. No one believed him when he said he could not remember sleeping with either one of these women. Mikaela saw the pictures and all his babbling meant nothing. He knew in his heart that he would never betray her .Their footsteps quickened and they moved in front of him causing him to pause in his steps.


“We need to talk to you.”


“What you need me to sign a waiver or something so you can continue to humiliate me on the web.”


The two blonde-haired women lowered their heads. Cindy the leader of the witch group raised her head. “Look we are sorry about all the trouble we put you through.”


“Sorry I lost a beautiful and I mean the most beautiful woman that I will ever see because of you two. I do not know what is wrong with you. You are my lab partner how you can do this to me I do not understand. We have paper to write.”


Cindy began to fumble with her fingers and chew on her bottom lip. Those students walking by the three began to frown at the women and whisper as they passed.


Sam began to walk away but returned to them. “I do not remember anything about the night I slept with you two. How in the hell did I get in your room when I was in my room studying. Why does everyone hate you two when I thought you were the goddesses of sex. What did my pictures ruin your reputations?”


“No,” Angela chimed in with a smirk.


Cindy looked at her girlfriend with a frown and then returned her gaze to Sam. “They hate us because we lied to you. Nothing happened between us we drugged you and took you to our room. We thought it would be a cool joke but apparently girlfriends do not find it funny.”


“You are a wier …What,”


Cindy bumped her friend and she raised her head. “We made the whole thing up Sam and we are sorry.”

They expected him to blow up at them for ruining his life again as he did last week but that did not happen. The usually confident man began to rummage through his pockets, dropping his book and aiming his phone at them to record what they were saying. He grabbed another student as a witness and demanded the women to repeat what they had said.

After getting all the information Sam picked up his books and stared at the two women. “I have never called a woman a bitch before to her face but you are the definition. I am getting a new lab partner and I am going to sue you if you do not take my pictures off your web page.”

Sam sprinted by the two women heading straight for his room to pack. He hoped that he could have Mikaela back in his arms by the weekend. She was not expecting him back this weekend in fact she was just not expecting him. She sent him a message last night that the Morgan and Fryer law firm accepted her application for their accounting program and that she would start next week. He knew she wanted to better herself and help her father’s business grow. She said she did this to prove to everyone that Mikaela had a brain. Sam also knew Optimus and the others encouraged her independence ever since the incident with the Cindy and Angela. He wanted her independent too but not at the cost of their relationship.

This video evidence would prove that he was faithful to her and that he was telling the truth. He could also show Optimus and the others he was not a typical male, he was someone to respect.


~~~


The alarm screamed for the second time that morning and Mikaela swung at it knocking it onto the floor and successfully turning it off. This was her long weekend before her new life began and she was going to sleep in if it killed her. She settled back into her warm comfortable queen-sized bed and prepared to sleep again until the phone rang.

She reached out her hand not bothering to look and grabbed her cell phone. She pulled it under the blankets where she hid and blindly pushed a couple of buttons speaking into the mouthpiece with every button pushed. It was a crapshoot and if the person got through it was their lucky day.


“Mikaela,”


The deep baritone voice that could make one change their plans from just sleeping in to a possible sleep over pulled her from her warm cocoon under the blankets. Hair covered her face as she sat up to speak properly into the phone.


“Optimus, good morning,” She used her free hand to rack the thick black hair from her face and remove the hardened eye secretions from the corners of her eyes as if he could see her.


“Were you sleeping?”


“No, I was thinking about what I would do today.” Mikaela rolled out of her bed and walked into her closet looking for something to wear.

“I have an idea.” The voice dropped an octave and caused shivers through out Mikaela’s body. She stopped moving and stood straight staring at an imaginary dot on the bed. What exactly did he have in mind? He had a particular way of leaving his thoughts unfinished to make you linger on their meaning. He did this on purpose and he did it well.

Fear and excitement ran through her body as she stumbled to her bed to sit down before she lost the strength in her legs. “We... WH…what did you have in mind?”


“A long drive so we can talk.”


Sadness and joy swept across her body and she did not know which she preferred. “Oh…alright,”

“You had other ideas.”


“No, no I love long drives and talking with you is another bonus.” The sound of jake breaks outside her window caused Mikaela to leap off the bed and run to see him. Optimus Prime exited the truck and walked slowly towards her front door.


“How much time do you require to prepare yourself for me?”


She stalled at an answer not knowing what he actually meant. “Oh …you mean get dressed about twenty minutes.”


She watched him look up at her as he continued walking down the cement path that led to her door. His stare was intense from the optic blues. Her heart raced sensing something animalistic in the slow and confident way he moved. She tried her best not to pant into the phone but she was sure he heard her uneven breathing.


“Come inside,”

“I will.”

~~~


Bumblebee made a sound of annoyance as Sam threw his suitcase into the trunk and shut it with haste.


“Sorry Bee but I am in a hurry to get home.”


Sam jumped into the driver’s seat and put on the seatbelt when Bee began to drive away. “Do you think I should get her some flowers? I mean we will be starting over. So I want to make a good impression and show her that I don’t just want to start having sex again right away.”

Bee turned on his radio. “One on one I wanna play that game tonight.”


Sam sighed. “Bee please that is not what I think about every time I see her. I cannot function without her. I am trying to think with my brain. Let’s stop at a flower shop when we get closer.”


~~~


She was beautiful even when she was nervous. The short lavender dress accented her tan skin. She swept her hair back into a neat ponytail and he was grateful. Optimus saw much more of her skin now especially the tops of her breasts and legs. He decided to let her suffer a while as he examined her from across the small living room. She tried not to act nervous but he could see it all over her trembling body.

She watched him close his eyes and take in deep breaths and moan at the information they revealed. His eyes opened and he began slowly walking towards her standing in the doorway. Her heart began racing again as she stared at him coming closer. He looked predatory. He brought his body inches from hers and leaned down towards the right side of her neck.

Mikaela’s body began to tingle with anticipation of his touch. She had never longed for anything as much as she did his simple touch. He was more than just a machine. He was always there when she needed him. He was her rock when Sam betrayed her. He encouraged her to be more and do more. His words drew her close to him, his touch made her burn for more than just friendship. After last night’s discovery, it was hard for her to deny what her body and mind wanted. They wanted completion of this circle he had woven around her.

The thought of Sam’s reaction to her desires if found out never entered her mind. She really did not care what Sam thought at this moment. All she cared about was this Alien male before her making her feel as if she were the only female on this earth that he would ever want.


His hands lightly touched the fabric covering her waist and a shuddering breath escaped her. He wanted to remove the dress and show her what primal urges were inside of him but it was too early. She had not expressed her feeling to him with words although her body made it absolutely clear what it wanted her mind was still silent. He wanted and needed to hear the words.


Prime breathed deeply of her scent and moaned. “If there is a better scent than yours I will never discover it.”

His voice dropped an octave and rumbled in her body. Her small hands touched his chest and moved across it with tenderness as if he would break. “How can this metal give to my touch?”

Prime pulled back from her neck and stared down at her hand on his chest. It rippled as she continued touching him. His gaze moved towards her face staring at his body and then finally looking up at him. “It only responds to you Mikaela.”


“Why me ther….”


“There are no others greater than you. I have seen and felt your softness. You are intelligent, kind, and beautiful, and I would very much like to take you upstairs and show you just how beautiful you are until you are too weak to move.”

He watched his words cause tremors and hyperventilation. His arms gathered her to him when it looked as if she would fall to the floor. His actions forced her tight against his frame. He was not playing fair or delicate anymore. There were no smoke screens or innuendos in his speech or touch. He was to the point now. His lips crushed hers and smothered her whimpers. Her hands slid up his chest from between their bodies and surrounded his neck. Prime straightened and began to walk towards the stairs. She had given her answer.


~~~

Sam jumped out of the car before Bumblebee came to a full stop. He held an armful of roses and sprinted to the front door. The shop was full of customers. Sam had to wade through them to get to the counter.


“Hey Brent,”


The dark haired man did not smile at the young man that broke Mikaela’s heart he just nodded.


Sam smiled. “Mikaela around,”


“No she is not.” It was all he would say before walking away from the counter.


He was use to this. Before the incident, he could not get a word in any conversation with Brent. Now, he looked as if he wanted to knife him or something.

Sam looked around the shop and even in the garage. The Autobots were not there. Usually there were two here every time he came here. He knew they just wanted to keep him away from Mikaela since they thought he did not deserve her. Who did they think deserved her?


Sam walked out of the shop on his phone trying o reach Mikaela and failing. “Her phone is going to voicemail. Bee let’s try her house.


Sam got into the driver’s seat as Bee pulled onto the road. Strange noises started coming from the dashboard. “What’s going on?”

Bee made a sound that sounded like the word nothing. “Are you talking to the others in code or something? Look I know they do not respect me anymore, well maybe Prime does but this video will change that just wait until Mikaela sees it. She will welcome me back into her life with open arms.”


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