Unforeseen

Chapter 41

I don't own Transformers. Only my OC's.

Chapter 41

Night passed on stronger wings than it had arrived. I could count on a single hand the number of times I had, knowingly, slept alongside Ironhide, but something about this occurrence felt… inspiriting. Not to say previous times had been dull, but it was as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He was smiling in his sleep.

I wished more than ever that I could see. Only my lightly tracing fingers could offer an image of the soft expression that held his features like canvas did paint. The warmth emanating from his body was self-assured and comforting and I took heart in knowing my blindness had, at the very least, allowed him to find this sense of peace.

Metal flickered ever so softly beneath my fingers as he twitched in weak awareness. He would awaken soon.

Smiling faintly I nestled in closer. He wasn't as smooth as I had come to know, but I did not mind. His human façade was gone, pulled away in the night by a simple wish whispered upon sleep draped lips. The divots and notches of his armored chest gave me much to explore.

Ironhide's fingers moved ever so slightly against the small of my back.

My smiled widened. The feel of his metal against my skin was enticing. It was both frightening and comical how my mind and body yearned for attention in different ways. Perhaps one day they would meet in agreement, until then I would have to find whatever harmony I could.

My thoughts were broken and a giggle escaped my lips when a weight rolled into me, draping the feeling of love, warmth and protection further around me. The arm wrapped around my waist pulled me closer still, but not before the hand attached to it shifting upward and rode my shirt even higher.

Ironhide didn't speak as his senses came online, only placed a kiss upon my hair and groaned softly.

My cheeks ached from the constant smiling. As pointless as it was I could not help but look for his face. It was there, somewhere. I could feel his chin against my forehead now. My hand wavered as I traced the plates of his chest upward, beyond the smooth layering of his neck and the angled line of his jaw, to the plates of his cheek. I could feel the metal curve upward as his smile broadened.

A tilt of his head brought a butterfly kiss upon my finger tips. A soft blush dashed my cheeks, but I did not pull back. I felt every quirk of his metal lips as I traced them, trying to memorize their shape and feel. They were harder than I knew them to be, but only mildly so. They had always been firmer than normal, but it had never troubled me in the past and it certainly was not about to. Especially since the contrast offered an enchantingly unique kiss every time… or at least it felt that way. Perhaps it was just me enjoying them too much, but that was an issue I could live with.

Tracing the breaker-lines between plates I found the area where his 'human' nose would have been. Tucked in, the only indications of its existence were the lines that shaped it and the slight bevel the metal held. I didn't dare trail further. If there was one thing I feared most about being with Ironhide in this state of blindness, it was hurting him. I really did not want to accidentally poke him in the eyes.

Ironhide made one of those smile-sounding noises before a hand curled around my own, gently pulling it from his skin. There was no time to think of a motive before he stole a kiss from my forehead. "Morning."

Late but welcomed all the same. Who could say no to a kiss first thing in the morning? As alien as it was it still felt good knowing what it meant to him. "Good morning."