Apology.

This is a follow-on but pervy story of a non pervy fanfic I wrote and posted somewhere else, which I'm sure no one's interested in at all. All you need to know: Starscream's met Jennifer before--she's a linguist and was studying Decepticon language. When he escaped, he was forced to injure her so it didn't look like she was involved in his escape. Voila!

Pretty tame het xeno this time. Just wanted to do it again. What can I say? I like jets. And cars. :P

Starscream dropped down in front of her. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

“I can’t imagine.” Jennifer said.

“I cannot.”

“Seriously? You don’t remember last time? You don’t remember doing THIS?!” She jerked open her blouse, revealing a bright red scar on her chest.

“That…that was necessary. I thought I had explained that to you.”

“Necessary. Sure. You almost killed me.”

“I regret that.” He bent lower to look at it. “Jennifer human, does it still cause you pain?”

“Cause me pai--?!” Something like a sob cut her off.

The jet wrapped one hand around her, carefully, lifting the shirt out of the way. “I did not think it would still cause you pain. You are not fully repaired?”

“We don’t repair like that. You know that.” She tried to twitch out of his grip. He ran one talon over the scar.

“I did not, Jennifer human.” His eyes spiralled wider. “Would you like me to show you—the particle for ‘repair’ is in our word for ‘heal’.”

She frowned. “Don’t try that with me. I’ve lost my grant.”

“Lost it?”

“Military locked me down. All that research, and I can’t publish any of it. National security.”

“That is…most unfortunate.”

“Yeah.”

“Jennifer human?”

“Yes?”

“Does it pain you much, this injury?” He leaned forward, brushing it with his glossa, softly.

She gasped. “What the—what the hell was that for?”

He pulled back. “Did that cause more pain?”

“No, but….” He leaned in again, probing the scar gently, then exploring further out with his glossa, over her shoulder, along her throat.

“What the hell are you doing?” she breathed.

“I am attempting to redress my error,” he said, running the underside of one talon down her hair and across her shoulder. “I cannot undo the injury. But I can make up for it.” He slid his other hand down her shirt, slitting the fabric. He could smell her, just like Barricade had told him he could. He couldn’t imagine how that scent of her hadn’t driven him crazy before. “Please,” he said.

She struggled against him. “I don’t understand what you’re—“

“Please,” he repeated. “I want to…make amends. Somehow.” He hesitantly brushed his glossa across her mouth. Her lips were warm, inviting. Her mouth opened, partly in surprise. He intruded, gently with his glossa, his hand closing around her shoulders. He could feel the warmth of her muscles, and the bones of her shoulders and arms so fragile he could snap them without a thought. He felt the inside of her mouth—warm and wet, as Barricade had also said. Her hands flew up to his face, close to hers. At first, she pushed against his cheekplates, feebly, but as he explored the inside of her mouth, her hands relaxed, her whole body softened against his hand. She whimpered.

He drew back. “Am I exacerbating your injury?” Her eyes were wide and bright, her lips parted.

“No,” she said.

“I am relieved to hear that.” He brushed it again with his talon. “Now tell me, Jennifer human, how I can please you.” He inserted one of his talons between the odd garment she still wore across her chest and her warm skin, and slit through the garment. Her breasts, two soft round shapes, slipped free. “Is it permitted to touch?” he asked, formally.

Her breath was fast. “If you want.”

“I do want.” He traced his way down her body, from her ear to her waist, with his mouth, his cool bronze glossa teasing her skin. It rippled up in gooseflesh. She squirmed. “You are…functional?”

She caught at her own breath. “Yeah. This is just a little weird for me.”

“You are unused to physical intimacy?”

“I am ‘unused to physical intimacy’ with someone your size,” she said.

“Not unmanageable,” the jet replied, his voice a little shaky. “There exists a satisfactory method.”

“Sounds…odd.”

“Jennifer human,” the jet said, his tone serious. “I am…unused to commencing these…activities.”

“What? So like, everyone else hits on you?”

“Yes.”

Despite herself, she laughed. “Figures.”

“I desire you, Jennifer human. Please instruct me how to proceed.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Would that please you? It is possible.”

She ran a hand through her hair. “Jeez. Stop being so damn literal. Don’t you ever just say no to anyone?”

“I?” He paused, his mouth working. “It is occasionally done. Do you wish to refuse me?”

“I, uh, this is all kind of improbable to me.”

“Improbable that I should desire you?”

“Yeah, among other things.”

The jet scooped her up, kissing her gently. “Human,” he murmured, “I desire you. I desire to please you.” He felt her shiver in his hands, a soft whimper in her throat. He kissed down her torso, running his long fingers along her legs, flirting with the hem of her skirt.

“I’m pretty sure it would kill me.”

“It will not.”

“How do you know that?”

“A…I have seen it done. With a xeno. She did not die.”

“Xeno?”

He looked a little embarrassed. “A non-Cybertronian.”

“Human?”

“Yes,” he repeated. “She did not die. She appeared to enjoy it. I would like for you to enjoy it.”

She looked skyward. “This is so weird.”

“It is..unusual for us as well.”

“But you want to?”

“Yes,” he breathed. Memories of Barricade with his xeno sent his circuits into a spinning frenzy. Oh how he wanted that. “Tell me to take you.”

“It seems to me that you’re big enough that I couldn’t stop you.”

“Jennifer human, I do not want to hurt you. I have hurt you enough. Please,” he said, “Order me to take you.”

“Order you?” she stared at him for a long moment. Then, “All right. If you promise to stop the instant I say so?” He nodded. “Fine. I, uh,…. I order you…? Take me.”

He kissed her fiercely, his glossa exploring her warm alien mouth again, then looping around to feel her shoulders, her breasts, the warmth of her soft flesh. He shivered. “This item,” he said, tugging at her skirt. “How is it removed?”

She grumbled something about him not caring so much about her other clothes, but managed to wriggle out of her skirt. Her entire body, pale and soft-fleshed, lay bare in his hands. He placed her gently on the ground, on soft grass, and bent himself over her, stroking her body with one hand, marveling in her soft textured flesh, the tiny perfection of her hands and toes. He nipped one foot, teasing it with his glossa. She sucked in an uneven breath, her whole body shuddering. “You are pleased?” he asked.

“Yes.”

His other hand slid to his interface hatch. His module was ready and pulsing in his hand. “This,” he said, holding it out to her. “Interface module.”

She looked at it evaluatively. “That doesn’t seem too scary.”

“There is nothing to fear, Jennifer human. I will not hurt you.” He indicated the green lights. “Ready lights. Connector cables. Interior node.”
“Can I…touch?”

He felt an involuntary shiver. “Yes,” Her hands took the module, rolling it over across her palms, touching the ready lights, the node (he quivered), the functions check safety, the connector cables. “

She looked up at him. Her naked body in the green grass, her hands caressing his module—he shivered again. “Can you feel through this thing?”

“Jennifer human, we feel through all of our mechanisms. As do you.” She ran a hand down the module, as if polishing it. He moaned.

“Oh, my,” she said, watching his reaction. “I see.” She stroked the module again.

“Jennifer human,” Starscream said tightly, “I desire to pleasure you. Not that you please me.”

“Can’t both happen?”

“I intend it to.” His ventilation picked up. “But I may not have much choice in the matter if you keep doing that.”

“Oh.” She offered it back. “What do we do?”

“Lay back, if you please. And please reveal your access port.” He knew where to look but didn’t remember how Barricade had gotten the xeno to expose it.

“My—you’re going to put that thing IN me?” She sat up, alarmed, clutching her knees to her chest.

“Jennifer, it will not hurt. I will be gentle.” He waited. “Do you wish to refuse?”

She lay back, one arm over her head. “This is so fucking weird you have no idea.”

“Jennifer human?”

“Yes, fine. But…please don’t let this hurt.”

“I will not,” he said, stroking her soothingly with one hand. He waited until she spread her knees, and slowly inserted the module where Barricade had directed him to. He put it in the length of an access port’s sealing collar and paused. She gasped. “Does it pain you?” he asked, anxiously.

“No,” she breathed. He did not feel any connector—Barricade had told him they lacked them, but that the port was less shallow. The port was so warm it felt almost hot against his module. His datastream pulsed quickly. Jennifer’s breathing picked up, almost matching the datastream. That, he took as a positive sign. He slid the module in until it ran up against something—not a connector, but the end of the port. It pressed into his node a little. His own body shivered just as a shudder ran through Jennifer’s.

“Now what?” she said.

“Now,” he said, kissing her throat, His datastream began racing. For a moment he vaguely missed the feel of a module in his access port, but the excitement of this moment washed that away. The port was warm and soft and wet and strange, and his module was squeezed in places that rarely got touched. It was…amazing.

Jennifer squirmed on the ground beside him, her breath coming in sharp short pants. At one point she looked over at him. “My god…” she panted, “You’re not…even…doing anything.”

“I am,” he said, tracing her breast with one talon, “Pleasuring you.” She rolled her head back, biting down on a cry. He felt her port squeeze hard against his module, the way no other access port ever had. He had no idea if that was good or bad. He ground his labial plates, holding off his own overload. “I please you?” he breathed. “Yes,” she gasped. His module fought against his control, pulsing the datastream faster again. She shuddered, turning her face to his hand,, another cry buried in the cables of his wrist. He groaned, and overloaded.

The same wetness and heat Barricade had told him of, better than Barricade had explained. It took him longer than usual to pull himself out of the overload, his every sense fixated on his module. She was glossy with sweat, breathing hard, her face still pressed against his wrist.

“Jennifer human,” he said, gently.

She rolled back onto her back. “Yes?” her breath was still unsteady.

“Did that please you?”

“Stupid question,” she said. “Yes.”

“That is amends for injuring you?”

She frowned. “Is that why you did it?”

He ducked his head. “It is part. It is a…justification. I desired to interface with you.”

“You were locked in with me for five whole days and didn’t even try so much as hitting on me.”

“I was not aware it was possible to interface at that time.”

“And, I hate to ask this, but how were you made aware?”

“I have told you: I have seen it done.”

“Seen it done, like…just happened to walk in on it?”

“Not quite. It was suggested to me,” he said, his voice a little strange, “and I thought of you. In a different way than I had previously. And I asked how it was accomplished.”

“Wow. You guys are pretty open if someone’s just going to let you watch him have sex.”

“He is…unusual. He has a reputation for that sort of thing.”

“And you? You going to get the same reputation?”

“I shall not. He draws attention to himself.”

“I’m not sure if I want to meet this guy.”

“I should not like you to. He would probably try to interface with you as well as his own xeno.”

“Wait, so you get to…interface with whomever you want, but us poor xenos can’t?” She sat up, offended by principle.

“Jennifer human, you are my xeno. I would be…unhappy if another interfaced with you. One who does not, perhaps, have pleasing you as his goal.”

“Your xeno?” Her mouth quirked.

“My xeno.” He bent over, extending his glossa between her thighs. “Argue not with me, xeno,” he teased. “But if you are a good xeno,” he decided he enjoyed the slight look of outrage on her face, “I shall show you how we write the word.”