Of This Life and the Next

Chapter 12 : Next Step Closer

Location: Deep Space; A.R.K ship- 3rd Level/Residential Floor

Normally, the A.R.K’s halls were semi-busy as its numerous passengers hustled about, either getting on with their assigned duties or heading off to their next training, or simply just meandering about, looking for something to do before they had to head off to such duties or trainings. Or in some cases, duties and trainings.  

Other times however, the corridors were barren and silent as mechs and femmes began to settle after their shifts and/or sessions.

This moment, right now, was one of those quiet, empty times, and Heatwave was more than grateful for the opportunity. The last thing he wanted was for someone -namely Flareup or Hot Shot- to catch him with his hand on Quickshadow’s aft as he led her back to his personal quarters for yet another round of stress relieving ‘berth play’.

Not that he had much to be stressed about- yet…

It was more of an excuse to explain why he was spending so much time with the white and blue femme.

Not that he needed to explain anything to his previous friend and lover.

At least…he didn’t feel like he owed her anything…

“We’re here, love.” Quickshadow announced as the duo came upon the mech’s assigned room. She smiled up at the maroon and silver mech, “So…”her voice dropped down to a low purr, “what do you plan to do to me?” She traced her finger over an edge somewhere near Heatwave’s abdomen, smirking when the mech’s frame quivered under her touch. She yelped when the fire-bot swung her around and pinned her against his bedroom door. Her momentary shock dropped when he pressed his sturdy frame against her, effectively pinning her in place.

“Are you asking word for word what I’m about to do to you?” Heatwave rasped down at the femme below him.

Quickshadow smirked, “I’d like to know what I’m in for…if that’s alright with you.” She teased, going as far as to bringing her right leg up and hooking it around Heatwave’s waist.

Heatwave responded by running his left hand along her thigh, “If I told you, we’d end up wasting several joors of our time listening to me list every little detail I plan on using on you.” He teased back. Upon seeing the false disappointed look on the femme, he chuckled and leaned close to her audio receptor, “What I can do is give you a sneak peek of our night ahead.” He whispered huskily. And before Quickshadow could say or do anything else, he latched on to her neck, licking and nipping at the exposed wire that was tucked just above her collar line.

As expected, Quickshadow responded with a flutter of her optics and a low moan. When Heatwave’s hands went down to her aft, she hopped up and wrapped her other leg around his hip. She shifted so that her ankles were securely crossed behind him and her arms were wrapped snuggly around his thick neck.

Holding her in place, Heatwave thrust against Quickshadow’s still closed panel, his spike eager and ready to sheath itself within the femme’s-

::No interfacing in the hallways!::

Heatwave growled as Red Alert’s irritating voice sounded through his internal comm.

“What’s wrong?” Quickshadow asked worriedly.

“Red Alert.” Heatwave hissed. He glared at the security camera on the wall that was now facing them. “I should have known he’d be on duty right now.” He said as he let the femme down. “We’re not ‘interfacing’!” he argued loud enough for the camera to pick up. “We were…uh…” he looked to Quickshadow for help.