Unforeseen

Chapter 35

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's

Chapter 35

Mornings were dreadful things I generally wished to do without. This one was no different. I was very content with where I was; warm, comfortable and feeling completely and utterly safe. All around was the armor clad behemoth of my robotic boyfriend and wrapped loosely around my body was his smaller unhidden self. His eyes were partially covered by two wires like eyelids, but I could still see past them and see his eyes switched off in slumber. From time to time his fingers would twitch ever so slightly against my back, a simple reminder of how he was still very much attuned to this smaller body.

Reaching up I stroked his cheek, fingers barely touching metal skin. His eyelids flickered but he remained asleep.

I didn't know what time it was and I didn't really care. The sun was up and Ironhide had parked himself facing west, that was about all I knew. My phone was sitting on the armrest at our heads, but even if I could get it without waking him it was off.

Settling back into place I lightly traced the armor plating of Ron's chest. It was hard to imagine that just a few hours ago this body had been covered in a flesh-looking coat.

A sudden kiss to the top of my head brought my gaze upward. Ron smiled softly at me, "morning."

With a wide grin I curled in tightly to him, squishing myself up under his chin. He chuckled and with one swift move I was laying atop him, his arms wrapped loosely around my waist.

"Comfortable?" He asked.

"Hm-m." I pecked him on the lips.

Ron didn't approve of the move however and with a well placed hand had my lips trapped upon his. I gave in instantly, giving him entrance for a very sensual French kiss when he nipped at my bottom lip.

I knew it was silly, but my body acted almost on its own when it pressed my hips downward. Had Ron the anatomy he would have felt the effects. Instead he only grinned into the kiss, knowing full well what he was doing to me and enjoying every moment of it.

"What would you do if I could comply," he asked after breaking the kiss and lay his forehead against mine.

"Hmm," I hummed in thought. I could think of at least one thing, but even as I thought it I wasn't sure. I had been raised with the general strictness of caring for my body and yet I didn't think I would regret making the move.

Ron echoed my light hum and pecked my lips. "I wish I could."

The blush that stuck my face was hot and brutal. I managed, with much effort, to withhold the moan, but Ron didn't need to hear it to know. He laughed and began attacking my neck with a flurry of light nips.

"Behave," I only half teased as I sat up, straddled his waist and pushed my hair over my shoulders.

He grinned. "Perhaps you should tell your hormones to do the same."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The sad thing was he was right. My hormones were raging in full and it was a little frightening. What stupidity would I commit if I did not focus?

Ron reached down to the ground and retrieved a piece of fabric. What fading bits of my blush had gone returned in full. I snatched the bra from his grasp.

His brows raised, "you took it off yourself remember."

"I know," I mumbled in embarrassment. The elastic had agitated my skin in the night and I had removed it to be more comfortable. That didn't mean I needed him handling it!