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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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Author warning: Implied 'nudity'.
The familiar feel of my recharge berth underneath me along with the sound of its slight hum entered my consciousness as I slowly booted back up. Something was pressed against my elbow and the side of my upper chest so I turned my head as my optics onlined to find that Shark was slumped against the side of the recharge berth, the side of his head was resting in my elbow and the top of his helm was pressed to my upper chest area. His optics were offline, body relaxed despite the rather askew manner his limbs had fallen into against the floor and berth. I checked my chronometer to find a full half day had elapsed. Not exactly the full day's rest needed.
I vented softly, looking upon the unconscious mech before me and I bet myself there was going to be an interesting tale to be told when he woke up. I wasn't sure if it was the heat that made realize that Shark was a handsome mech or if it just occurred to me after all these years. The salt from our ocean patrol had dried on him so in the low light of the room there was just a hint of sparkle upon him. There was also that distinct scent of the ocean about him. I couldn't stop myself from really studying his face, the optical visor gave him a sort of mask look. It seemed to be shaped around his nose rather than his nose around it. High cheekbones seemed to be sculpted to follow the angle of his visor. His chin looked a bit off though, like it should have been longer. I licked at my lips as I looked at his mouth, full bottom lip with a mid-full top lip. Just thinking of those lips kissing my own made me acutely aware that I was aroused. It wasn't as bad as the night previous, but it was bad enough. Having Shark right there, even in recharge as he was, did not help me out at all.
Suddenly there was a softly moaned, "Drek… what…" then Shark's optics flickered on and he lifted his head. The look of shock and surprise on his face dawned quickly and was even more swiftly replaced by a look of panic as he locked optics with me. Then there was this change of facial expression as he realized how his limbs came to rest, which he slowly corrected. He eventually was kneeling next to the berth, a bit of a frown upon his lips, a slightly worried expression now on his features. "Please tell me I just did not pass out in your room… tell me this is a dream." he muttered.
"Sorry, but you did Jaws." I murmured, "Guess we both didn't need the sleep aid after all."
His lips quirked up a hint, then he glanced over me a moment, vented out what was certainly a relieved sigh, "I didn't do anything... did I?" he asked.
"I don't believe you did anything other than sleep." I replied.
He nodded, there was relief on his face a moment, and then he shifted his weight to place his hands on the berth. He began to push himself and got perhaps about a fourth of the way up before he froze. He glanced down and slowly sunk back down. Naturally I looked down and gasped at the fact his interface shaft was fully extended and standing at full attention. Shark made an attempt to hide it. My body reacted to the sight plus the pheromone level off the mech. What I felt was as close to lust as far as I could figure it. My cooling fans kicked in due to my core temperature going up. Shark paused a long moment, going very still and quiet. His fans kicked in and he groaned lowly, then he looked up at my face and just barely met my optics.
The look on his face was part struggle for control, certainly the honorable side of the mech, and part was raw desire that he had kept underneath the surface of not just his mind and body, but his spark as well. I certainly empathized with him at that very moment with having had one of the most trying heat cycle I had ever had to date. He opened his mouth as if he was going to speak, even his vocalizer crackled a bit as if being primed but words just didn't come. He tried again, and then huffed out a hard vent of hot air. His green visor dimmed to the point that I could actually see the optics behind it.
He wasn't the only one struggling at the moment. I was acutely aware of the banshee cry that my body was wailing at me. There was not just the feel of lubrication cooling my heated ports only slightly, my spark was pulsing madly, my body felt like it would act of its own volition at any moment if I didn't guide it on my own. That was the moment I took some initiative and shifted myself onto my side then rose up enough to get my elbow under me and with another shift of weight I drew close to Shark, whose optics relit as he looked toward me his mouth working and vocalizer crackling static. I closed the gap slowly until my lips met his and kissed his slightly open mouth.
Shark was still for a couple moments, then his hands raised and cupped either side of my face as he kissed me back with an urgent passion… not mashing nor soft were those lips upon my own, there was a small measure of tenderness there as well as pure affection mixed with desire. This only caused me to react in what capacity I could, not quite sure but desirous all the same. I became aware of just how sensitive my body was to touch as his hands moved off my face to trail his fingers along my neck down to my shoulders and along my chest. The kiss deepened as tongue quested against tongue, the soft purr of both our engines running joined with the sound of both our fans working a bit faster was soon joined by my muffled whimpers of pleasure and his muffled moan of want.
I slid back, which in turn drew my face away from him, my lips parting from his with a softly audible wet sound. Shark's optics came online and shone brightly as he looked into my optics, his tongue wet his lips then he whispered so softly that it was nearly drowned out by combination of fans and engine noise.
"I love you so very much… have for so long." his fingers were still slowly caressing my chest and torso, what would be my hood in vehicle mode, sending pleasant sensations through me as he hit the sensitive sections. "Barracuda…" he started, then drew close so we were nose to nose, "you smell, feel, taste so indescribably good and you are all I want, need, or could bare my very spark to.." he paused, leaning back as his hands withdraw, "I want us to do this when you aren't influenced by a heat cycle… when I cannot be worried that you would hate me afterward for wanting to show you how much I do love you."
I stared at the mech then gave him a short kiss and hugged him around the chest, shifting my head to whisper into his audio, "Then you better leave. Now." Relinquishing my hold on him despite every bodily compulsion to add my legs to the mix and just ravish him.
He got to his feet rather unsteadily and with erection in full view. His gait was ginger as he headed for the door, opening it just enough to peer out into the hallway then after a couple moments he slipped out. The door closed automatically.
Ten seconds later a quite loud, "Well hello there Shark and your big friend there too." I heard Magmorta declare.
Two seconds after that there was another declaration, from Depth this time, "By the Divine Weld mech put that thing away. You got Maggie drooling over here!"
I felt bad for Shark that he got spotted and I'm sure that there'd be some talk later. I could nearly hear the rumor mill churning as I tended to my untended to desires and fell into recharge.
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