The Authoress

Chapter 15: Out of his Head

Chapter 15: Out of his Head

(FROM THIS POINT ON THE STORY IS RATED THE HIGHEST OF MATURE RATINGS!!! FOR MATURE THEMES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) 

Corvin awoke the next day to being shaken awake by Bulkhead.

"Come on, Corvin. Time to get up!" Bulkhead said as he lightly shook her. The seeker femme groaned and turned over, trying and failing to ignore the large green mech. "Come on! You have to get up! It's morning!" The femme groaned again and swatted at him.

"No," she huffed, curling up in her cocoon of blankets she had bought off the internet in her size.

"Coorrrvvinnn," Bulkhead crooned, shaking her a bit harder.

"Go frag Ratchet. I'm tired." Bulkhead made an amused sound.

"Appealing offer, Corvin, but I'd rather not get whacked over the helm with a wrench in the middle of it." Bulkhead poked the now giggling bundle of blankets.

"Bulkhead," she imitated in Ratchet's of voice. "I needed that!" It sent both of them into a hard laughing fit. Bulkhead rolled on the ground, his helm thrown back as he laughed. A banging on the door made their laughter stall.

"What the frag are you to doing?" Ratchet yelled through the door, which only served to send them right back into hysterics.

"Why don't you tell us, Hatchet??" Corvin asked, making Bulkhead choke on his laughter. The medic grumbled.

"I have no idea what you too misfits are talking about!" he yelled through the door.

"You will soon enough," Bulkhead called through the door, and for added effect, Corvin made a very dirty sound. Ratchet stalked away from her door, grumbling and cursing at their 'childish' attitudes. Corvin and Bulkhead high-fived.

Corvin pulled off her blankets and sat up, throwing her legs over the side. She pulled her metallic hair-stuff into a braid and wrapped it tightly to her helm before attempting to put her armor back over it. It was then that she took note of Bulkhead staring at her.

"What?" arching an optic ridge in question. His face went blue at the edges.

"Um... you're not wearing any armor...." he told her, his optics still glued to her frame. Corvin looked down. Yeah, she wasn't wearing any armor; she took it off before she went to sleep. "Yep, took it off before bed because it's uncomfortable." She explained before going back to what she had been doing before. He continued to stare, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and touch her. Corvin passed it off as her breeder coding stuff and continued to mess with her hair.

She looked over Bulkhead with a careful optic. He'd be a good sire to any sparkling she may want to have. Good CNA in him. Strong, big, good fighter, and a good, kind spark. If she wasn't able to get a few sparklings out of Optimus, she might try to get a few with him.

Now that she thought about it, many of the bots here had good qualities about them, all desirable for future generations. Her programing labeled Optimus first, while Ratchet came in as a strong second. She wondered if her programing would allow there to be more than one sire for a single sparkling, she had heard about it happening before, perhaps she'd be able to.

But, that was for the distant future.

She felt something glide over her ankle and she looked down to see Bulkhead guiltily pull his fingers back. She smiled slightly at his shyness. She stuck out her leg, placing her ped right in his lap.

"My leg hurts, massage it for me?" She requested,an innocent look on her face plates. The larger mech's optics widened considerably, his jaw dropping slightly as she smiled down at him. He took her ped into his large servos, one completely surrounding her ankle. Corvin hummed in approval, her fingers slowing in their job of fixing her hair. The large, green mech rubbed circles into her leg, starting at the base of her ped, working slowly on every ped-stabilizer, and working his way up to her knee.