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Dream Man	By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: Transformers owned by Hasbro, not me.

Notes: This takes place a few years after ‘The Search for Alpha Trion’. Optimus Prime has returned to earth and left Elita One and her femmes to guard Cybertron. Elita is missing him horribly and desperately wants to see him again. The space bridge has been out of order since Optimus left, which is why they cannot see each other.

This is a very old fic I wrote ages ago… the writing is a bit off but if you're desperate for a read, it'll do!

'Dream Man'

By Phoenix

Elita One whimpered in her sleep. She was lying on her back, arms and legs disarrayed, and she made slight panting sounds.

[- Optimus Prime caressed her breasts as he rode her from behind on his knees, his thrusts causing her to rock forward onto her elbows. He growled and moved harder and deeper into her-]

Elita’s hips moved to the rhythm of her dream lover, her head rolling from side to side in her ecstasy and her hands gripping at the tangled bedsheets.

[-Optimus leaned over her arched back and pressed his lips to the back of her neck, nibbling and biting,-]

Elita screamed and her interface began to throb intensely, her legs clenching together forcefully,
[- His groin slammed into her rear. He caressed her thighs with one hand then ran it underneath her, up to her belly and between her trembling legs to her dripping interface -]

With an agonised cry, Elita shot up in her bed, her optics blazing on line and frantically searching the room. She leaned over, hugged her arms to her chest and groaned; it had all been a dream. She knew that tommorrow she would be ecstatic that she had dreamed of him but right now she felt nothing but deep, sorrowful grief.

Shaking uncontrollably, she climbed out of her recharge bed and stumbled to her desk; head hanging weakly down.. Blindly, her fingers searched for the power button on her personal database. She found it and her computer came to life. She managed to sit in the chair, lift her head and stare at the screen. With trembling hands, she clicked open her personal log and began to type, { Had another dream tonight. When will it end? Never. Not until he comes back.} With a small cry, she shoved the keyboard aside, laid her head on her arms and let her grief pour out; grateful for soundproof quarters.

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A few months later, Elita recieved news from one of her informants that the space bridge was now fully operational and the Decepticons were using it for supply runs. Elita became determined to use it for herself, she was bent upon going to earth and visiting her beloved. Nothing was going to stop her. Her dreams had become more vivid and frequent until she feared she would soon be no longer capable of leading her femmes due to insanity.

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Elita stared around in wonder. She had never been to Earth before and it was a wonderous experience. Thankfully, she had arrived under the cover of night time after knocking out the guards on Cybertron and activating the bridge. The Deceps would know someone had come through, but she didn’t care.
(Where to now? I don’t know where the Ark is. It can’t be far.....maybe I can home in on any signals coming from it....) She scanned carefully and picked a few weak Autobot frequencies, (Gotcha!). She transformed and roared off towards her destination, her sophisticated suspension ably dealing with the undulating terrain.

It wasn’t long before she could see the looming shape of the long lost Autobot cruiser appearing in front of her. She transformed and stared at it. She had thought she would never lay optics upon it again after it had left Cybertron so many millions of years ago. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she went over her plan in her head. She didn’t want to let the other Autobots know she was here, she wanted to get in to Optimus’ quarters undiscovered. Thankfully, she had studied the layout diagrams of the Ark before she left Cybertron and she knew precisely where the living quarters were located and the room Optimus was in.

Since she knew all of the Ark’s defenses and how to bypass them, she easily made it to Optimus
Prime’s quarters without setting any alarms off or anyone seeing her. She overrode the code on his
door and entered silently, the door sliding shut behind her. She froze. In the dark, she could just make out his body on the bed.

Carefully, she moved over to him and stood beside the bed, gazing at the Autobot commander as he slumbered on his side. ( I can’t believe I’m here, and its not a dream!
He’s here! *I’m* here.... what the hell am I waiting for?? ). She leaned down and gently caressed his mask, “Optimus.....” she whispered then gasped as he shot up in bed, his rifle clasped in one hand and aimed directly at her. The two stared at each other.

“Elita?” asked Prime, his arm dropping down and
his rifle falling to the floor. Elita threw herself at him, tumbling him over onto his back and raining
kisses down upon him. Optimus embraced her and buried his face in her neck, his body shaking.
“Elita, Elita...”.

Elita hugged him hard, “This can’t be real,” she whispered and a drop of cleansing fluid ran from the corner of her optic. Optimus smudged it away with his finger, his own optics glistening with tightly held back emotion.

At the back of his conciousness, Prime wondered how she had got here, but right now he didn’t want to ask. He just wanted to hold her. Well, that wasn’t strictly *all* he wanted to do.........
With trembling hands, he removed his mask, rolled Elita onto her back and slanted his mouth across her parted lips. Both of them groaned as they kissed deeply, Elita’s hands coming up to run down the length of his back and pull his hips into her. She wanted him, and she couldn’t wait.

They both knew the first interface was going to be hard and fast, but they didn’t care. Optimus was already divested of his armor, he didn’t wait to remove Elita of her’s. He pressed his turgent erection between her legs and entered her easily. Elita threw her head back and cried out, bringing her legs up to wrap around his pumping hips. They strained together, crying each other’s name and holding on tightly.

Optimus gasped as he came, ejaculate pouring out forcefully into Elita as she spasmed in her own climax beneath him. The femme commander groaned and her head fell to the side as she descended from her high. Optimus Prime collapsed on her, his head falling onto her shoulder.

With a sigh, Elita kissed his exposed cheek and stroked his shoulders. He shifted a bit and Elita almost howled at the wonderful sensation of having him inside of her again. Optimus raised his head and looked her in the optics, his hand caressing her cheek. Elita captured a finger between her lips and sucked on it.

The Autobot commander moaned and his interface started to become erect again within her.
He began to move, pumping slowly and agonisingly into the femme commander, who groaned in delicious ecstasy and grabbed at his shoulders. Prime gasped when she squeezed his interface in rhythmic pulses. He joined his mouth to hers and they kissed, exploring each others lips.

Abruptly, Elita rolled Optimus onto his back and sat atop him. He stared at her as she rode him, her hands splayed on his broad, powerful chest and her thighs gripping his hips between her legs. Optimus arched back, his head straining backwards over his squashed pillow and his neck exposed - he was beyond thought, his world consisted of the beautiful femme riding him towards ever increasing pleasure. He grasped her hips and guided her movements, pulling her at her downstoke and pushing when she rose up. He could see and feel the lubricant running from where they were joined, it excited him to watch his erection disappear and reappear; the lips of her dripping interface dragging over his throbbing erection.

Finally, he could stand it no more. With an agonised scream, he came, arching up and lifting Elita into the air, his heels digging into the bed as he poured his life essence into her. Elita hung on, enthralled and excited by his release. She didn’t realise she had climaxed too until she comprehended that the scream echoing her lover’s was hers.

They panted and hung onto each other as their tension eased away. Elita thrust her face into the hollow between Prime’s neck and shoulder, lying quietly and bathing in the afterglow of their joining. Optimus carefully embraced her and turned onto his side, taking her with him. She wrapt her arms around his waist and held on tightly. The femme commander didn’t want to think about returning to Cybertron and the femmes who depended on her for survival.

“Elita-” Prime began, but he was silenced by her finger pressing his lips.
“No, don’t spoil it, we’ll talk about it later. Enjoy what we have right now, until morning. Then.....” she shrugged and sighed sadly. Optimus held her tighter to him, pressing her to his chest. He kissed the top of her head, “Alright......”.

The lovers stayed together till just before dawn, then parted. It was the most sorrowful goodbye they had ever made........

The End
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