A Cold Flame

We Have To Leave Each Other

Cryogenic

Whiplash and I sat on the slab of metal attached to the wall so bots can sit down. We talked about, well, everything we could think of. Pyrogenic is staying out late, I wonder if she has told Heatstroke about leaving or not. I would doubt it, she doesn't see Heatstroke the way I see Whiplash. I had no idea how long we sat there honestly, I don't usually keep track of time that well.

"Where are you going after you leave here?" Whiplash asked. "Home, I guess. We just wanted a vacation to be here, y'know? It gets a little dull when you stay around home all the time." I say, hating myself more and more for every lie I say. Whiplash nodded, then seemed to hesitate before he asked his other question.

"So... Is there some other special mech back home?" He asked. I blink, "No, I don't find the mechs over there to be potential mate material." I say honestly, the Decepticons are not bots I would want to get tangled with. Except... I already am business wise. "Why?" I ask. "Well... I don't know if I had been obvious or not. But really I find you very attractive, a great femme all around." He said slowly, as if picking his words carefully.

"And I think I can actually say that I really like you, y'know, a little more than just a friend... Y'know, potential mate wise... I... Your just an amazing femme." He said, stuttering a bit over some words but got it out nonetheless. I am not sure if I should be surprised or not, it probably was obvious he liked me like that. But if it was obvious, then I should have been obvious too.

After I seemed to hesitate, he growled at himself. "Slag, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. It was stupid to say anything the night your leaving." He said. I slightly laugh and move over closer to him, taking his servo in mine. "It wouldn't have made a difference whether you told me earlier. My feelings toward you wouldn't have changed." I say.

I turned his helm to look at me, a smile forming on his faceplate. "Really? You mean, you like me too?" He asked. I nod, smiling widely. "I do, your the first mech I would have ever thought to like this way. I find you the most perfect mech to be with." I say. "Well, I'm far from perfect. But if you say so then I'm whatever you want me to be." He said with a smile.

He reached forward, putting his arm around my shoulders and pull me closer. I nuzzle my helm against his shoulder, curling up to his side. I close my optics, only to open them again when I felt his warm metallic lips press against my servo. A small purring came from my chassis, and I remembered the time Gears's chassis made the same noise for Syrine.

It is a sound of happiness. I turn my servo around and touched his bottom lip with my pointer digit. He kissed the tips of each of my digits, then started to kiss up my servo. My faceplates heat up, my plating tingling where his lips had been as he trailed his kisses up my arm and stopped at my shoulder. He stopped moving, his optics were closed.

I nuzzle my helm to his, loving every single moment of this. Whiplash was a nice mech, I couldn't picture him angry or in battle. I could picture him as a civilian more than anything, a mech working a store or something. He lifted his helm, resting his forehelm against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, my optics searching his.

I almost knew what was going to happen and I felt nervousness flood my circuits at the thought of it. He moved his helm, hesitant and slow but he brushed his lips with mine slightly before pulling back a bit. I found that my spark and processor wanted more than just a touch. I press my frame against his and pressed my lips against his.