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Shameless Fangirling	By : LadyStarscream Category: Transformers > G1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Transformers and all things related to it belongs to Hasbro, I'm just borrowing the charas long enough to write them! I'm not making any profit by writing these, it's just for fun.

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Author's Notes:
(Sigh.) I have no idea where this came from. But, anyway, I was thinking about what would happen if my fancharacter got really drunk at a party and.... well, this was the end result. I actually debated for two weeks whether or not to put this up or not. But, eh... what the heck. heh. I've written about everything else. And my mind's been stuck on smut mode for I-don't-know-how-long, now. I know I'm breaking quite a few rules with this, but I was wondering what would happen if my fanchar got really drunk, and.... well, you'll see. If you decide to read it, that is. So, here it is. It's from the (fanchar) jet's point of view. Read if you want. You have been warned. (^_^)

Also, my fancharacter is a human-turned-TF, who's married, but her hubby went back to their home-dimension (long story, read fanfic "Transformations" for details) and Jade (my fanchara) stayed. There's more to it, but it's a long an unwritten story over my fanchara and her hubby's strained relationship.

I debated for the better part of two weeks whether to put this up or not. But I finally thought "What the heck. My reputation's probably ruined, after the overly-dramatic RP fics, and everything else I've put her through. So what's one more? Right?
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Title: Shameless Fangirling

Summary: Jazz teaches Jade about a few... things. (wink)

Warnings: PG13 (prettymuch explicit Plug n Play)

Pairings: Jade (fanchar) and Jazz; hinted Jade/HighRoad (mine and Hubby's fanchars); suggested Jazz/Prowl

prettymuch told from Jade's point of view. (I wanted to write it from 3rd person, but it came out differently than I intended. :-p )

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Ah, New Year's Eve. The beginning of a new year. And the party. And the music vidoes of the year's events. We laughed ourselves silly at the pranks, the clips of Wheeljack's mistakes blowing up, and some of the other things. The rec room was alive with merriment, to say the least. Sunstreaker had brewed up a large batch of his high-grade, and everyone was drinking like it was 1989, which, actually, it happened to be.

"Woah, hey." A friendly voice sounded next to me. I look up.
It's Jazz. "You'd better slow down some there, there's enough ta go around." he smiles.

Is it just the high-grade, or had he allways been this cute? Nah. he has. I just notice it more now.

That cute, cherubic grin, the way his armor glints in the light. He must have realized I was staring, because he only says "well, okay, but don't come cryin ta me when ya get sick." he shrugs and walks away.

What the heck kind of comment was that? anger flickers through my emotions. If there's anything he should know about me by now, is that I'm an alcoholic. and getting overenergized is virtually the same thing. "Jerk." I think, taking another sip.

About half an hour or so later, the angry feeling is gone. The countdown begins, and I make my way over to him, stepping carefully over the passed-out Bluestreak on the floor. I snicker. "wimp." I think. I sit down next to the black-and-white, and try to make conversation over the music and counting. "So, what's your new year resolution?" I ask.
"what?" the music must be too loud. He must not have hear me.
The crowd loudens when it gets to five. We stop long enought to count with them.
"Four."
"Three."
"Two."
"One"
"Happy New Year!"
The rec room breaks out into cheers and laughter, and the music gets turned back up.
I have to lean in closer so he can hear me over the music.
stupid music.
"I said..."
I realise my hand is on the back of his neck, and just grin. I love being this close to him.
Eh, what's a little flirting between friends, right?

"What's your new year resolution?"

"I'm not supposed to tell." He grins back.

I scoot closer.
My first feelings were right. He is cute. And charismatic, too.

I slide my fingers around the back of his neck, feeling a little space where it goes under his back armor. I slip my fingers closer, skirting the edge, and quickly ducking into the space before moving. I know he felt that, from the tiny shiver it sends across my fingertips.

I know, I know, I'm a shameless flirt. But this is how it allways goes at parties. Pick a cute guy, flirt for a while, go back to partying. well... usually. It's not like anything has ever happened, though. I've never let it go that far.
"It's awful loud in here, isn't it?" I say loudly.
"It's a party, it's supposed ta be." He grins again.

I just nod, glancing at the stereo. I brush the back of his neck again, and he ducks his head momentarily, almost unnoticeably. I smile.
"you wanna go someplace quieter and talk?" he asks.
"Sure. Just make sure you bring enough high grade for both of us." I laugh, and wink.

He glances at the crowd and grabs a couple more containers on the way out. I put an arm around him, and he does the same, trying to hold each other up, although I think he's doing better than I am.

We reach the corner, and turn the opposite direction of my room. "Where are we going?" I ask, suspecting I allready know. "You wanted someplace quiet. Someone might stop by your place, it bein da party place around here." he jokes. I just smile, and follow where he leads.

We reach his quarters and he taps in the code to go in. "you're sure your roommate won't be back for a while?" I ask. The walk has started to wear off the effects of the high-grade, I think. I'm starting to think clearer. can't have that. He hands me a can of high grade, as though reading my thoughts.

"Nah. Prowl's got his hands full with reports and chaperonin' the party." he says in that lightly accented clipped speech of his. I glance at the door and smirk. We take a seat on the couch, and sip at the energon, neither of us really sure what to say next.
"uh... sorry for making you miss the party." I finally mumble. "really smooth, miss flity pants." I think.

He shrugs. "s'ok. It *was* kinda loud, anyway." He slips an arm around me. I move closer.
Pretty soon, the conversation got easier, and we discussed music (what it's like in my world, vs. the time here, which is quite a bit of difference, actually. It's about 2003 in my world. And no Transformers, just cartoons/action figures/comics.)

Anyway, I eventually streatched, puuting one arm around him. (yes, I know that is the cheesiest move on the planet, but I had to try anyway.) He noticed, of course.

"So, how are you an' HighRoad gettin along?" he asks. There goes my good mood. Blast it!
"Okay." I shrug and quickly take a sip. He knows I'm lying. We've been arguing ever since he went home. HighRoad wanted me to go back with him, and we didn't even have our own place. And he wanted to stay close to his job in Dayton. It would end up just the same as before, him living with his parents, and me with mine. It wasn't right.
"it can't be that bad, can it?" he asks. I look away.
I pause a second, then reply.
"He just doesn't get it. That's all. I have my reasons for being here." I say.

(And I do know my husband knows that. He's seen the movie. We both know what's going to happen. And I don't want to see 3/4 of the Ark's officers get massacred, one of them being the bondmate of the mech I'm sitting next to. Not that I can say that, though. )

"I mean, sure, if we had our own place, and stuff. I could come back and visit. But we don't. so we'd still be apart." I look down. "he once even had the *nerve* to tell me maybe we shouldn't have gotten married."
"He did?" comes the suprised answer.
Okay, now I'm ruining *his* good mood, too. Way to go, Jade.
I mentally smack myself.
"How can he stand ta be without ya? I mean, me an' Prowl, well, we can't go an entire day without seein one another. An we aint even been bonded fer that long." he said.
"I...we... never got bonded."I finally say. "We're just... married."
"Oh." he takes another sip.
"He was allways busy, and we never got time." I glance at him out of the corner of my optic.
"We... never figured out how." I say truthfully. I shrug.
"oh." came the suprised answer. "Really?" I look at him and nood sheepishly.
He grins back. "Well, whattya want to know?"
I blink. "uh..." I realize his arm is draped around my shoulders, tickling the back of my neck. What is it about that that seems so enticing? whatever it is, it's sending little thrills of energy down my back, that's for sure.
I lean over. "Well.." I find myself mumbling. "What's it like?"

He must have predicted that, because he leans in and reaches me first with a soft kiss.
Gah! he's such a good kisser, too! I kiss back. harder.
his right hand is still up around my shoulders, but his left slides down around my wing. There's a small strip of metal the wings attatch on to at my back, that come down to a point out away from my back. His fingers slip up underneath the pointed tip. I almost gasp when his fingers press into the open circuits there. He kisses deeper. I slide over so I'm straddling him on the couch. We kiss again, and I feel his finger skirting my midestion. I lean over and kiss softly around his neck, not sure what to do with my hands, which are still around his sides.

His left hand slides over to ther bottom of my cockpit window. I wonder if he knows how different jets and cars are. Well... I'd heard things, at least. That they were, I mean. I dunno.
I finally decide to do something with my hands, and trace the bottom edge of his armor under his bumper. I smirk around the kisses. Yep, there's a space there. I dip one finger into it, then another. My fingers hit wires, and a soft moan sounds.
a-ha.
He taps one window of the cokpit, and I release the latches, letting it slide open. Darkly colored fingers slip in around the controls, around the front console, and where the radio sits, and between two panels. A lightning-fast tingle of electricity crosses my middle. I gasp softly into his neck.
"Was that okay?"
"fine." I purr back. "Whatever it was it was strange, but... nice."
I didn't even know there was a space there. The fingers pull at the radio panel, and there's a small ache as it seperates from the housing slightly, but that's quickly replaced when two fingers slide down in to press against a wire and circuit. "Oooooooohhh." The moan is barely heard, and I shudder, letting him know I want more. I look up and kiss him again, pressing agianst him. My own hand slides deeper in. He slouches slightly, stretching out his legs and leaning back. I just drape myself over him accordingly, listening to the tiny moans as my hands find the tiny wires and stroke each one.
His other hand finds the airbrake outlet panel on my back, and fingers deftly lift the edges, slipping inside to wreak havoc on the airflow sensors inside. Everything whirls as my stablizer circuits are thrown off. Dizziness hits, and I can't help but hang on, fingers tightening on him both inside and out. He whimpers at the jolt of pleasure/pain sent across his sensors.
I smile inwardly, reassured, and slide my hand deeper "which way do I go now?" I whisper.

"Anywhere you want." comes a shuddering reply.

Before I can do anything else, his fingers slip more into that open panel, and the ones inside my cockpit, inside me, run across the wires. Electricity crackles across my flight computer, and I whimper out loud. My other hand is still free, where do I go? oh, why not? just for the heck of it, I trail my hand down, around his middle... What's this? my fingers hit the edge of something, and I feel around it.

A coverplate of some kind, open just a crack? I pull softly, and it slides open. I run my fingers around the circuits. He moans louder, pulling his grip harder around me. His fingers inside my cockpit controls force their way downward, and I shove back a pang of pain, and the resulting burst of pleasure replaces it.

Oh, so you're gonna play rough now, huh? well, I can do that, too.

My fingers slide downward, heck. Where else would I go. I find a circuit and slide my fingers around it, into it, bumping another wire. A blue 'crack!' is heard, like a static discharge; And the smell of ozone wavers up. What did I just do? He's shivering. "You're sure you've never done this before?" he whispers. Even his voice is shaking.
Hmm... I guess that was a good thing. I move to the wire on the other side, and touch the two.
Another spark. He tenses, and his fingers inside me tremble. "Oooooohhh" He puts his head back, and I take the oppotunity to nuzzle his neck under his chin.

My fingers find a space on his waist under the newly opened panel, and I feel my way around it. Something circular... I run my fingers around the edge of it, and he arches his back slightly, pressing against my hand. My fingers go over the top of it, and it opens kinda like a camera lense-cover un-shuttering. I nip gently at his neck, and keep kissing. I dip one finger into the open space.
"Ooooh..Aaagh! He tenses, gasping and shaking harder under me. I realize that must not have been the reaction I was looking for. It's probably too sensitive for that.
"Sorry." I whisper.
No reply.
finally, he gasps "It's...it's okay."
Before I can react his grip tightens and he turns himself and me all at once, so I'm under him.
His hand hits something inside me. I can't move...
It feels like being hit by lightning, and pure pleasure assaults my nerves at the same time. The fingers relent, and I realise they're feeling around the wire there. "ung..uhhh." I try to say something, but it's lost in the sound that I let out instead. His hand moves out of my back and around front, to just below where my cockpit window would end, on the grey edging. There's normally only metal there, but when he touches it, it's like an electric current is running through his fingertips. My hand under his bumper finds a wire and squeezes. He gasps and kisses me deeply, again, nuzzling and nipping around under my chin. I tilt my head back to look up at the ceiling, loving every touch. My other hand on his middle finds the side of a wire. Why, what have we here? I press on it, and it unlatches..
a-ha. interface wire? I feel around the end. yep, there's a jack there. He tenses slightly again.
"Sorry." I mumble. Too sensitive, I guess.

His hand stops tracing my interface-conduit long enough to cover my hand with his, guiding the hand holding the cable toward my own interface.

His fingers inside my console have to be close to the inside of that tiny plate. It's just under the radio console...
he grabs the cable connected to it, on the inside and runs his fingers around it. I gasp at the sensation, almost offlining my optics. He lines up the jack. He squeezes the cable. I arch at the sudden, strong, sensation, moaning softly, and he shoves the connector through the cover seal of the interface at the same time, sending a wave of overwhelming pleasure with a wave of fiery pain, and then another surge of energy. I whimper. "Too much!" I try to say. But the words never reach my vocalizer. All I can do is struggle underneath him, whimpering and shaking. He's quivering too, and moans low into my audio.
I try to gather and send a wave of energy across the link cable, and get another low groan.

Something rushes across the link, and everything dissapears into darkness, and flashes of blue. Then an explosion of light and pleasure behind offlined optics.
I hear his voice beside mine cry out, and the sensation dissapates, leaving both of us panting for air to cool our overheated systems.
He rolls over to lay on one side, and I go with him, just because I like to snuggle afterward, and look up at him. "Well. That was... interesting." I gasp.
"You sure you've never done that before?" he grins.
Yeah, right. We've allready done it. Guys normally do all the flattering beforehand, to get the femme to relax some. So don't try to be all nice to me now.

I just nod breathlessly, settling down with my head on my arm, so we're facing one another. He carefully disconnects and put the wire away, back inside the holder, and slides the panel shut.

After a few minutes, I realize he's still awake. And there's an odd silence. "So, d'you want to go back to the party?" I ask.
"Nah, I'm kinda tired." comes the reply. I prop my head up on one arm.
"Hey, um..." I glance at the door. "I should probably go before Prowl gets back and catches us."

Aw man, that would not be good at all.

"hmm?" he looks up at me, then at the door before going back to just looking at me.
"Don't...don't tell anyone about this, kay?" I look worriedly at the door again.
"The last thing I want is to have Prowl... or HighRoad....or anyone... find out about this."

He drapes and arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer. "Hey, no prob. Nobody's gonna know. jus' you an' me." I rest my head against him for a minute, hearing the pulsing of his fuel pump behind cool white metal.
"I should go." I mumble.
"Yeah." He sits up as I do, and I stand up and try to put my radio back where it belongs, then slide my cockpit window shut. He stands up, as I start to the door. "Hey." He grabs my arm, and turns me around, giving me a quick kiss on the lip-components, which I return, and we both smile, exchanging a quick hug, before I press the door button.

It slides open and I turn, almost missing the suprised look on his face. I have to halt mid-step to keep from running into Prowl, who is standing dead center in the doorway, frowning.

I gulp.
He folds his arms across his chest.
he glances at Jazz, then at me.
I try to quickly think of an excuse, then say "I almost forgot.."
I try to sound sheepish for forgetting, and go over to the table at one side. "Thanks for letting me borrow that cd." I glance at Jazz, and grab one of the canisters of high grade off the table, heading for the door.
"I promise I'll get it back to you tomorow." I smile, and Prowl moves aside to let me pass.
The door shuts after me, and I heave a sigh of relief, glance back voer my shoulder, speeding up to a near-jog, anxious to make my getaway.
"so..." Prowl headed over to sit at his computer. "Did you have fun?" he asked Jazz, giving the black and white Porsche a knowing look...

I may continue this, with more P/J/J
if I do, it'll be "Logic VS Emotion". We'll see.
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