The Authoress

Chapter 19: Together

Chapter 19: Together

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Optimus leaned back in his chair and raised his arms high into the air, letting the joints pop and hiss as they reset. He groaned into the stretch, the movement feeling heavenly after sitting in the same position for so long. He let out a relieved sigh as he relaxed back into his chair.

He was in his office/room, doing paperwork, as usual. He rather detested paperwork, but it never seemed to end, there was always some approval document or human government demand he needed to sign off on.

Optimus was picking up another data pad when the door to his quarters opened up. He was startled for only a moment, wonder who else would be entering his quarters, before he remembered who else had access to his room. A light surge of relief went through his frame.

Corvin was a good distraction.

She entered into the room, carrying a small crate that seemed to weigh quite a bit. She was grumbling under her breath. Optimus smiled when he heard several profanities in there as well. Corvin set the box on the berth with a heavy 'thud'. She leaned against the box, her hip jutting out as she looked at him.

"What is that?" he asked.

"Stuff," she said, grinning charmingly at him while clasping her servos. Her helm lolled onto the shoulder of the arm that she had holding her up on the box. There was a glint in her optics that Optimus knew all too well now. It was a playful glint (dirty jerks).

Optimus hummed and stood, not breaking optic contact.

"Stuff, hu?" he said, slowly walking around the chair. Corvin's grin grew and she shrunk over the box, covering it with her frame.

"Yeesss," Optimus could hear the suppressed laughter in her voice.

"What kind of stuff?" Optimus asked, one last time.

"Stuff."

Optimus dove and Corvin shrieked. His servos grabbed at warm, smooth metal, wrapping around a thin waist. He picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder. The femme laughed loudly, her claws grasping at the armor of his back. He swung her around a bit before pulling her back down and pinning her to his front.

"What's in the box!?" he asked over Corvin's laughter. Optimus was smiling and laughing a bit as well. The reason he was laughing was because of Corvin's laughter. When Corvin laughed, a hard laugh, she had the tendency to sound like what she referred to as an "inhaling goose getting stepped on". Optimus had to agree. When Corvin laughed hard, he did indeed sound like an inhaling goose.

Corvin apparently could feel that he was laughing at her not with her and slapped his chassis.

"Stop laughing at me, damn it!" she demanded, still trying not to laugh. She kicked at his shins (he had her lifted off the floor), the loud banging sounds from metal hitting metal mixed with the laughter.

They calmed down after a while and were just smiling now. Corvin smiled brightly up at Optimus, like he was the best thing in this world. And that was what got Optimus.

The way she looked at him, no matter what expression she had, it always showed how she felt. Corvin wasn't to good at hiding things, and she was very expressive. She liked him more than both were willing to admit. She looked at him like he was the sun shining after a year of darkness. Optimus didn't know what to feel about it; a part of him was flattered and pleased to have someone look at him like that, and another was worried.

Optimus pushed it to the side and asked again.

"What is in the box, Corvin?" he asked, tilting his helm to the side.