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Chapter contributed by : Rockinmuffin

**Guardian Part 2 ** by Rockinmuffin, universe G1

“Hey, Skye, do you think you could come over here and lend me a hand?”

At the sound of his master’s voice, the mech immediately perked up, scrambling from his lying position on the living room couch to rush into the kitchen. “Yes, Master! You called?”

Maria chuckled at the droid’s enthusiasm. He always seemed so eager to please. “Yeah. Do you think you could mix the brownie batter for a bit? I need to make a quick phone call.”

“Yes, Master, of course! I’ll do my best!”

She smiled as she handed over the bowl of half-way mixed brownie batter as well as a wooden spoon. “Excellent. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Skye nodded his head, immediately setting to work. His glossa stuck out of the side of his mouth in concentration as he focused all of his attention on the batter.

Maria watched him a moment longer, grinning at his eagerness, before walking across the apartment and entering her bedroom. She pounced on top of her bed, lounging on her back as she casually reached for the cordless phone on her nightstand. Languidly, she dialed the familiar number and put the phone up to her ear as it rang.

“Hello, Roy here” came the monotonous answer.

“Hey Daddy.”

“Maria!” The man’s voice instantly perked up. “How’s my favorite daughter doing?”

“Good, good.” She absentmindedly tapped her fingers against her knee. “Hey, Dad, what time do you want me to drop by tomorrow? Two or three?”

“Two. You still bringing brownies?”

“Uh-huh.” A secret smirk crept over Maria’s features. “In fact, they’re being made right now. You know that droid you bought me? He’s in the kitchen, mixing the batter as we speak.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Dad, I know you were a little wary about spending so much money on him but it was a good investment, I swear. I just know you’ll love him. He’s really smart and he acts just like a human too. Whoever programmed him must’ve developed some sort of super-advanced artificial intelligence chip or something because-”

A crash sounded from the kitchen, interrupting Maria before she could finish the thought.

The young woman let out a sigh. “…I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Maria ended the call, set the phone down, and took a deep breath as she prepared herself for the worst. She took a moment to collect herself, running her hands through her hair and wincing as her fingers untangled a few knots. Reluctantly, she pulled herself off the bed and headed towards the kitchen area as quickly as she could without looking nervous.

She raised an eyebrow at the sight she was met with.

The bowl that had only recently been filled with brownie batter was now empty; only specks of the chocolaty substance remained on the inside of the bowl. It wasn’t too hard to find out where the contents had disappeared to. Splotches of batter were splattered everywhere; it was on the counter, the floor… But most of the batter managed to splatter all over Skye himself.

Chocolate brownie mix covered his chassis; it dripped down his chest plate, his legs, and his arms. The droid caught sight of his master, his optics flashing briefly and his lips set firmly in a pout. “I… I’m so sorry, Master! It was an accident.” Skye wiped frantically at the mess on the counter with his hands but only succeeded in spreading the mess further. “I tried to pour the mix into the pan but the bowl slipped. I’ll clean this mess up, I promise. Please, please don’t be mad.”

Maria swiped her finger across the kitchen counter, collecting a glob of brownie mix across the tip of her right index finger. She stared at the glob intently before turning her attention back to Skye, her calm coffee-colored eyes meeting his faintly glowing red optics. “It looks like you redecorated the kitchen;” at those words, Skye pouted, his optics flickering in shame; “But I think you missed a spot.”

Maria laughed as she swiped her chocolate-covered finger across Skye’s nose, leaving a large glob in its wake. She laughed even harder as Skye stared at her curiously, the sound causing pleasant tingles to spark across his sensory nets.

She patted Skye’s shoulder plate, not minding as the action resulted in her getting a generous amount of brownie batter on her skin. “Let’s take care of the disaster area in here first. Then we can focus on baking some more brownies and getting you cleaned up too.”

~******~

“You can go in water, right? I mean, you won’t rust up or get your circuits fried if you sit in a bathtub, will you?”

Skye nodded his head. “I am water-proof, yes.”

Maria grinned. “Good.” The young woman rolled up her sleeves and turned on the tub’s faucet. Once the water was warm she pulled the latch that blocked the drain and allowed the water to slowly fill the ceramic tub. “Okay Skye, hop on in.”

Skye retracted his wings and carefully stepped into the tub, trying his best not to splash any water or lose his footing and slip. He lowered himself in the water slowly, enjoying the pleasant warmth that radiated over his chassis. He jumped in surprise as he felt something wet brush against his left arm but relaxed when he saw the washcloth in his master’s hand.

Maria dipped the cloth back into the bath water before reaching towards Skye’s face, gently holding onto his chin as she scrubbed at the dried-up batter on his cheeks and nose.

Skye shivered and off-lined his optics; her soft touch was making his sensory nets go wild. He wanted to pull her to him, feel the beating of her human heart against his metal chest, feel the tightness of an organic port wrapped around his bonding cable, but she had yet to show any signs of an interested human woman. He forced himself to keep still as she rubbed the grime off of his body, his bonding cable and ports aching in protest. He couldn’t, however, stop the groan that reverberated in the back of his vocalizer, escaping past his lips as she scrubbed at his cockpit.

Maria blinked and slowly pulled her hand away for a brief moment before dropping the washcloth into the water. She rubbed the mech’s shoulder plate in what she hoped was a comforting gesture, her eyes full of concern. “Are you okay, Skye? Did I hurt you?”

He shuddered, her skin against his metal causing pleasurable sparks within his circuits, most of them making their way to his interface equipment. “I… I’m undamaged, Master” he said quietly as he reactivated his optics, meeting Maria’s gaze. “I’m okay.”

She stared at him with a raised eyebrow, unconvinced. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “Please, continue.”

With a shrug of her shoulders she set back to work, picking up the washcloth and scrubbing away at a particularly stubborn stain that coated his midsection. She followed the trail it left, her hands dipping beneath the water as she rubbed the washcloth against his hip, his thigh…

“M-Master!” he gasped, his optics large and bright as he threw back his head. His bonding cable begging to be activated and released from the confines of his cod piece, his ports wanting to open up and reveal themselves to her soft touch; by Primus, he wanted her. He needed her. His sensory networks were making him go crazy with passion; if he sat through this beautiful torture any longer he was sure he’d short-circuit.

And all too suddenly her hands were off him, her eyes wide and her cheeks flaming as she stared at the droid, slack-jawed. “S-Skye…?”

He could barely hear her over the whirring of his fans as they worked to try and cool his overheating body. He wanted her; he wanted to show her what she did to him, make her feel as hot and needy as he felt. His programming demanded that he sweep her off her feet, bring her to her bedroom, and make her moan in pleasure; scream his name, the name she had given him. Instead, he stayed in place, his vision hazy and his right arm reaching towards her, beckoning her. “Please, Master,” he begged, his voice deep and laced with desire, “Please, don’t stop.”

Maria stared in shock, her face was warm with a blush and she swallowed down the lump in her throat. She just barely managed to push her glasses up before they slid clear off her nose. She certainly hadn’t imagined this would happen. Her intentions were innocent enough, anyway. Her mind hadn’t even registered that she was touching him like that; his armor and metal plating reminded her so much of clothing that she had forgotten that, technically, he was naked.

The discovery of what her actions had done to him was initially embarrassing and awkward. Still, another part of her; a dark, passionate part of her that she rarely ever explored; was excited. Her breathing became heavy, her eyes glazed, and she could feel the tell-tale tingle in her lower regions. And yet… something about the situation made her feel guilty. She knew what his primary function was but she thought of him as more than an over glorified sex toy, so much more. But if she were to be physical with him then wouldn’t that contradict everything? Her body and mind battled viciously; she didn’t know what to do.

“Please…”

It was all the convincing she needed.

Hesitantly, Maria reached for him, her hand gently grasping onto his own outstretched hand, their fingers intertwining. She bit her lip, nervous and unsure of what to do next. Her experience in the field was very limited, admittedly, because of her own prior lack of interest.

But she was interested now. Dear God was she interested.

Going on nothing but instincts, she leaned towards Skye, her breath hot and heavy against his lips until she finally closed the distance. She was surprised by how soft and warm he felt. There was no way he was a machine; he was too full of life, too real. His lips against hers, desperate and eager, couldn’t solely be the result of some highly complicated computer program. He had to be real, because if he wasn’t… then that would mean that what she was feeling; this attraction, this urgent sense of need; wasn’t real either and she wasn’t quite sure how she’d feel about that.

She shook her head clear of all outside thoughts. Instead, she concentrated on the pleasant tickle against her lips as his glossa teased and licked across them. She parted her lips, gently pulling his glossa into her mouth, her tongue moving against it in a sensual dance that she thought she had forgotten. The hand that wasn’t interlaced with his fingers trailed down his chest plate, tracing over his cockpit. At this, Skye moaned loudly, and she chuckled softly; she was so unsure and nervous and afraid that she had to laugh because if she didn’t then she was sure she’d lose what little courage she had and run away.

Skye arched his back, pressing himself against his master as much as physically possible. He couldn’t get enough of her lips and tongue and touch. It was glorious and delicious and yet it still wasn’t enough to quench his thirst, to fill his need for her. He watched her with hazy optics, admiring the rosy blush on her cheeks and the way her glasses slid to the very end of the bridge of her nose as she bent down to kiss him.

His grip on her hand tightened; that was the only warning Maria had before he pulled her into the tub, water splashing violently from the sides as she settled on top of his waist, straddling him. He groaned in protest as she pulled away from his lips, her own lips curling into a smirk as she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Look at what you’ve done; now you’ve gone and gotten me all wet.” Maria snickered, taking her hand out from Skye’s grasp and poking him on the tip of his nose. He whimpered with need, causing her to laugh louder. “So impatient…” she muttered as she returned to his lips, nibbling gently at the surprisingly pliable metal, so soft she could have almost sworn it was flesh. She swiped her tongue across the smoothness and he eagerly opened his mouth, begging for her to enter. She complied with his silent request, rubbing the tip of his glossa with her tongue in a gentle swirl.

Skye moaned into his master’s mouth as he wrapped both of his arms around her waist. His hips bucked against her, his codpiece rubbing against the junction of her legs and causing her to let out a muffled squeak against his lips in a combination of surprise and pleasure. Skye liked the sound; thought it was cute, wanted her to make that sound some more. He bucked against her hips again, a little harder this time. She pulled away from his lips, throwing her head back as she let out a gasp of air. He continued the motion, taking pride in the way his master moaned and whispered his name in breathy sighs.

Slowly, his hands trekked downward, leaving a trail of liquid fire in its wake. Maria mewled as she felt bulky fingers clumsily try to undo the front button of her jeans. Her hands soon joined his, frantically pulling the pants down and shucking them back over her shoulder and out of sight. Skye’s hands reached for her panty line but she pushed them away, grinning at his disappointed groan.

Maria rolled her eyes, the grin never leaving her face. “So impatient…” she drawled as her finger slowly made a trail down his chest, over his cockpit, past his midsection, until her hand hovered tentatively over his codpiece. “So…” she bit her lip, her hands shaking with anticipation, fear, nervousness; she wasn’t quite sure which. Maybe it was all three. She didn’t really care, wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know. “How do you…? How does this… work?”

It was Skye’s turn to smirk. Within moments both of his ports opened, traces of lubricant already leaking and mixing with the bath water. His bonding cable rolled out next and he watched as his master stared at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “What dimensions do you prefer, Master?”

Maria blinked, not sure what he meant. “…Dimensions?”

“Yes,” he gestured towards his cable, “What size would you like?”

“S-s-size?” She tore her eyes away from his lower region, looking straight into his optics as they brightened with mirth. She saw her reflection in strange robotic eyes and for a moment she entertained the thought that her face was as bright a red as the optics she was staring into; at least, it certainly felt that way. Her face and body felt so warm that she was surprised the tub water wasn’t boiling from the heat. “You’re telling me that you can control the size of your… your…”

“Bonding cable?” he finished for her. “Yes, I can. So, what dimensions would you find pleasing?”

Maria opened her mouth, guffawed, closed it, then opened it again. “Uh…” She closed her mouth again. Okay, she thought to herself, This time, actually take a moment to think about what you’re going to say before you open your stupid, fat mouth. Idiot. She opened her mouth again and took a deep breath before speaking. “Six inches long, three inches wide?” That was an average size, right? She wasn’t sure; she hadn’t taken Health class since her freshman year of high school and even then she only paid attention to half of it.

Her blush (somehow) deepened as the cable rose, lengthening and widening to her specific measurements. Maria quickly averted her gaze, staring up at the smug expression of the mech, and scowled.

“You better wipe that look off your face, or else” she growled playfully.

Skye’s smirk widened as he played along. “Or else what?”

“Or else this!” Instantly, her hand wrapped around his cable. Maria kept her eyes on Skye’s optics; she knew if she looked down to see what she was doing then she’d lose her nerve. Instead, she focused on the expression of lust on Skye’s face, the pleasured murmurs that echoed from his vocalizer slowly giving her confidence. She pumped the cable in her hand once, experimentally, and grew excited by the moans that followed. She continued the motion, pausing for a moment to swirl her thumb across the tip, before once again continuing the pumping motion, increasing her speed.

“M-Master!” Her hand felt so soft and warm. It wasn’t the warmth of her port, true, but it was still his master’s touch and the mere thought alone was enough to make him buck under her ministrations, beg for more. The pleasurable sparks were overflowing through his sensory networks; he could feel the oncoming overload even as his ports ached and begged to be filled.

Still, as tempting as it was to sit back and enjoy her attentions, he had to do something. It was his duty to make her feel good, not the other way around. Slowly, cautiously, his fingers trailed down her legs, lingering over her thighs before pushing her panties out of the way and rubbing against the pink flesh of her womanhood. Her hands stopped their blissful motion but Skye hardly found the time to be disappointed. Maria pressed her face against his chest, muffled moan after muffled moan escaping past parted lips as she licked and kissed the metal plating.

Skye grinned; he liked that reaction, liked it a lot. He pressed harder against the flesh of her port, being so daring as to push in the tip of his finger and wiggle it around her entrance. This earned him a yelp of surprise and the return of the wonderful stroking sensation over his cable, the motion much more frantic than before. He nearly overloaded on the spot when he felt dainty fingers poke around at his front port.

His glossa swiped across his lips; if her face weren’t pressed against his chest he would have kissed her. Instead, he settled for plunging one of his thick digits inside of her slippery warmth, his thumb circling over the hidden nub above her port. Skye marveled over the softness of her body, pumping his finger in and out roughly even as he imagined how it would feel to pump his cable within her instead. So warm and wet and tight.

“S-Skye!” Maria moaned loudly, biting her bottom lip so hard she could taste blood. It had been so long since her last time; she couldn’t hold out for much longer. She could feel him moving inside of her, thrusting deeper and deeper, making her feel a myriad of emotions and sensations she didn’t think she was still capable of feeling. She could feel it coming, knew it wouldn’t be long before she was finally pushed over the edge; all she could do was increase her efforts, pump his cable faster, work her digits through his port harder, because if she was going over the edge then she was going to bring him with her. “Skye, I… I think I… I’m about to…”

And with a scream she reached nirvana.

He felt her muscles squeeze around his finger, becoming impossibly tighter. Her grip on his cable strengthened and her fingers gave one last powerful thrust within his port; it was enough to cause sparks to fly from his circuits and lights to flash before his optics. He found himself joining her in overload nearly instantly.

Maria’s breaths came out in gasping pants as she recovered from what she had to describe as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced to date. She pushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear, slid her glasses up to the top of the bridge of her nose, and grinned goofily in her post-orgasmic state. “Wow,” she muttered, tracing Skye’s cockpit with a lazy finger, “That was… just… wow. You’re really, uh… good.”

Silence.

She expected a pleased chuckle, a murmur of joy, a smug remark; anything, really, except for no response at all. She pulled her head off of Skye’s chest, jabbing lightly at his cockpit as she stared up into his optics.

It took her about ten seconds to realize he wasn’t online.

“SHIT! I really did break him this time! I should have known it wasn’t a good idea to put a robot in a bathtub…”

~******~

“So…” Maria twiddled her fingers, sitting with her legs crossed over her lap on the far left of the couch. She turned towards Skye, meeting his curious gaze with her own. “When you guys reach orgasm, erm, overload it’s normal for your systems to shut down for a bit and reboot soon after?”

Skye nodded his head. “Correct.”

“And you’re absolutely, positively, one-hundred-percent sure that I didn’t break you or damage you in any way, shape, or form?”

“Yes, Master.”

Maria let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding. “Well, that’s a relief! For a minute, I thought that you were a goner. …And then my dad would murder me. But, mostly, I’m just really glad that you’re okay.” She grinned, patting his shoulder plate. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you…”

Skye’s optics flickered as he sensed his master’s melancholy. He pulled her hand off his shoulder, holding it gently and securely within his grasp. “Don’t worry, Master,” he smiled, “It’ll take a lot more than that to take me down. I’ll be around for a long time! Well, as long as you want me around.”

“Well then,” she grinned back, playfully poking between his eyes, “I guess that means you’ll be around here for a long, long time. I hope you don’t get sick of me anytime soon, because you’re stuck with me for the rest of my life, buddy.”

He laughed, the sound deep and jolly as it reverberated from the back of his vocalizer. “Get sick of you? Never.”

Maria leaned against the mech, sighing contently as her cheek pressed against the surprisingly warm metal plating of his arm. She allowed herself the luxury of relaxing all her muscles, enjoying the peaceful calm as she rested at the droid’s side. Her eyelids became heavy and closed even as a thought occurred to her. “Hey, Skye… Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything, Master! Anything!” Skye nearly jumped in excitement, ready for the chance to please, but remained still for the sake of his master’s relaxed state.

She smirked. “Let’s not mention what we just did in front of my Dad, okay? I think he’d be better off not knowing.”

Skye’s optics flickered but he nodded his head in agreement all the same. He didn’t understand why her creator shouldn’t know. After all, he was just following his basic programming and, from what he could tell, he had done a pretty good job at it too. Still, if this is what his master wanted then who was he to question it?

She sighed again. “Good.”

Skye kept quiet as he sat beside his master, content as long as he could be with her. He enjoyed her closeness, reveling in the warmth her organic body gave off, when an odd smell wafted through his olfactory senses. He wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was but it smelt like something was burning.

Apparently, his master smelled it too.

“Oh shit!” she shouted, her eyes bugging out as she leapt off the couch. “I forgot the brownies! Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”

Skye simply tilted his head and watched with a mix of amusement and affection as his master ran towards the kitchen as fast as her little legs could carry her, spouting human curses the entire way. He smiled; he could get used to this.
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