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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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There's one thing I never really liked doing besides being at parties with a bunch of drunks and that was dancing. It wasn't the actual dancing that I disliked, it was rather the fact I never got asked to dance when I was in high school. I never even dated in high school either. Being the fat chick with a bit less than average looks really didn't get you noticed. Add on the fact I didn't know how to dance and not look like an idiot, let's just stay I stayed as far from that dance floor as was physically possible and still be in the room. I was content to watch everyone else. The more folks drank the high grade, the more interesting and even naughtier the dancing got.
Depth had been watching on quietly, arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping in time with the music. Shadow stood next to him doing color commentary of what he was seeing as if he was reporting for the news. Those that weren't dancing were laughing at his comments. The party was certainly 'off the hook' at this point. Then Depth made this loud snort, uncrossed his arms and stomped into the mist of the dancers and declared, "This is the saddest bunch of booty shakers I have ever seen in my life!"
Jazz called out from his spot, looking very relaxed in his chair. "And I suppose /you/ are going to show us how to shake it?!"
Depth turned on his foot and looked toward Jazz, "Damn tooting I am, unless you think you can out dance me!"
Jazz looked indignant and got to his feet, "You are so on alien boy!"
Depth gave Jazz the 'come here' gesture and Jazz walked over to Depth with a smirk. Once the mech stood opposite him, Depth glanced over to Bebop. "Yo Bopper, need some hip hop... and I do not mean your lady."
Bebop chuckled to that as he was bonded to the Servabot named Hiphop, he gave a thumbs up and started a song up. The dance floor got cleared quickly as the mechs listened and it was on. Mind you Jazz was considered the best dancer the Autobots had and even drunk he had moves that he pulled off with a sense of style. Naturally he started things off, Depth watching on without a word. Once the song was done, the mech finished off with flair and took his bow. Everyone applauded and Jazz turned toward the alien. "Outdo that mech!" he challenged.
Depth shooed him off the dance floor and signaled to Bebop, "Same song Bopper and don't spare the base."
Bebop grinned to that one and got Hiphop to join him as they both blared out the song, the base was reverberating the very room. Depth cracked his neck, his fingers, rotated his shoulders, and then got to it. Mind you no one thought this mech had moves. He had never danced at any other parties. Jazz watched on, his mouth slowly opening in obvious shock. By the time the song was over, it almost looked like Jazz's jaw had dislocated. The watchers on applauded exuberantly.
Depth took his bow and walked up to Jazz, helping him close his mouth with a finger under the chin. "Catching flies there mech." Depth snorted.
Jazz recovered after a few moments, then gave him a sly sort of smile, "Ohhh you... you have been holding out on us you sly mech you."
Depth shrugged, "So whut. Dance floor is open people!"
The dancers rejoined the floor and Bebop went for slow dancing music with not so much base to it that would help calm things down. I finished off my second ration of high grade just as the lights got dimmed down. I shook my head, figured someone would add to the mood of the music. Couples swayed on the dance floor. Several slow songs were played until Kup announced it was the last dance.
A hand came to rest on my shoulder, drawing me out of my self-imposed people watching. I looked up and slightly behind me. Suffice it to say I was mildly surprised to see Shark standing there.
"Barracuda, would you honor me with a dance?" the mech asked in a soft tone, hand slipping off my shoulder.
No slur to his voice and no stink of high grade, so he wasn't drunk. However I was just a bit tipsy so not quite up to snuff when it came to thinking clearly. Rising slowly, I replied, "Of course, Shark."
He gave me a sincere smile, offering me his hand and escorting me toward the dance floor. We ended up in the middle of all the other couples as he stepped into me, just shy of actually pressing against me and began to move slowly. One hand came to rest on my waist, the other still holding my hand. Proper hand positions for a gentlemen to take with a lady. Oddly enough I wasn't uncomfortable being this close to him. I was able to relax and just enjoy it. Toward the end of the song it nearly felt like it was just us in the room, swaying to the music. Shark held me gently, movements relaxed, body pressing ever so slightly against my own. The song ended and Shark whispered thanks to me before releasing me.
The lights came on and Kup started asking everyone to head off to their rooms and get a recharge as he didn't want anyone calling off their shifts. Shark stood next to me as folks filed out, then leaned over to whisper, "You may not have noticed it but... uhm… you are giving off pheromones like crazy so you may want to hole up in your room til your heat is done."
I stared at him as he pulled away, and then nodded slowly. I was quick to get out of the room then and made sure to secure my door once I was safely inside. I was too tipsy to even be sure if Shark was right, so I'd have to recharge and hope the high grade cleared my systems enough for me to tell in the morning.
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I awoke from recharge some hours later and accessed my condition. No denying it that there was that annoying sensation of needing sex that was too strong to be denied. I sighed and rubbed at my face with my hands, then radioed Kup to let him know I had to call off my patrol shift due to estress. Kup, who usually was very understanding about such things, was positively not hearing it. Too many staffers had shirked off their shifts. I sighed and told him straight up I was going to hold him responsible if any mech got the idea in his head to come after me. Kup told me if a mech tried he'd personally remove his interfacing equipment while I witnessed the punishment. That image made me shudder a moment and I accepted the fact I was not avoiding a shift so told him that was fine. I took a few moments to center myself as best as possible and then stepped out of my room. From there it was a hurried walk to the launch tubes. I wasn't going to wait for the other shift to arrive. I just got out into the ocean and waited for them there. The cold water certainly helped take the edge off! I wasn't even sure who I was getting as a patrol buddy since I hadn't had the chance to check the patrol roster. Usually I had a Hydrobot or Ursa Thylar. When Shark came out of the launch tube though, I was beside myself with concern.
"Uhm... Barracuda... what in the name of Primus are you doing out here?" he asked as he pulled up beside me.
"Waiting for the shift change, I got patrol duty." I replied.
"And Kup didn't let you off? That mech needs his oil pan changed out." Shark noted.
"Tell me about it." I sighed. Two of the Hydrobots passed us, which officially handed the shift over to us.
"You going to be okay doing this?" he asked, sounding a bit concerned.
I snorted, "Gonna have to be aren't I? Let's just get going okay. I want to focus my mind on patrol right now."
"All right." Shark replied and led the way.
For the entire patrol it was quiet between us, no radio chatter at all. Just the ocean bottom passing under us and the sea life passing around us. I was thankful that Shark wasn't chatty, it really helped me keep focused on my scanners, which in turn kept my mind off of the fact that I was in heat. The patrol shift went by without any incidents. We passed by another couple of Hydrobots on our way back to base, Shark radioed to them it had been quiet patrol and they headed off to do their shift. I went in first, transforming and stepping out into the launch area proper. I hesitated at the showers, wondering if I should or not. Shark came in about a minute later, like he waited that long on purpose.
"Was hoping you would have moved on by now." he murmured as he passed by me to step into the showers.
"In a mental battle with myself whether or not to shower." I replied.
He turned on a shower for himself, "Neural net just being weird or is this a comfort level thing?" he asked.
I stood there trying to figure out if it was either one or possibly both as I watched him wash himself off. That had the side effect of wanting to… I physically slapped myself. This drew a look of surprise from Shark. It was then I headed to my room, not looking back as I jogged to it and secured the door once inside. Cursing softly about being in heat and it making me want to jump Shark and just do him in the shower had scared me and thrilled at the same time.
I took a seat on my recharge berth and reached into my subspace, finding the vibrating dildo still within its loose wrapping and pulled it out. The waist armor came off and set down next to the berth, and then I experimented with the vibration setting and made good use of taking just enough edge off myself that I could recharge in peace.
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