The Authoress

Chapter 10: First Mission and Joining

Chapter 10: First Mission and Joining

Corvin sighed. She was staring at pure perfection …

Also known as Optimus Prime’s backside as he bent over to grab a data pad that had fell behind the console.

A wolfish grin crossed the femme’s face the mech of her affections shifted a bit to try and reach the data pad, making his beautiful booty stick out that much more. Ah, perfection.

Her optics were wide, tracing every seam and design in his legs. Somewhere deep within Corvin’s mind her consciousness screamed that she was a pervert and not to take advantage of this opportunity and that she should respect him and not stare at him like some starving animal looking at a slab of meat. But the other part of her mind yell louder saying that she did respect him and that she knew very, very well that she was a pervert and staring at him like this was not respectful in the least… but she couldn’t find it within herself to stop. This was a beautiful opportunity that she was not going to pass up. Wonder if he tastes as good as he looks

Corvin grinned wider, she was going to think that every time she looks at him, isn’t she?

Yes, yes she was.

Sadly at this time, Optimus finally managed to grab the data pad that had been giving him so much trouble. Aww, but she was enjoying it! Corvin made a face, her wings and audios twitching in disappointment. Oh well, she lived in the same base as him, she was bound to see more of the Primly Booty in time.

Turning back to her own data pad, which held a series of short stories from Cybertron, she continued to read. They were all very interesting, but they were all a bit difficult to understand, due to being translated from cybertronian to English and both languages had words that the other did not. Ratchet was teaching her and Vela how to read cybertronian; it was weird as cybertronian had a few more glyphs than English had letters. Corvin was grasping it surprisingly well, her advanced processors clicking all the information into place. She was able to read with a breeze, but speaking it was rather difficult. She always had trouble with speaking other languages. Yes, she could read them like a charm, but speech? Nope! She sounded like a four year old in any other language besides English.

Corvin used her processor to connect to the internet and through the internet, to Pandora. She logged into an oldies station. Fuck yes, Bon Jovi! Corvin bobbed her helm to ‘Livin on a Prayer’, lightly tapping her servo on her leg that was kicking to the beat.

What Corvin didn’t know is that her audios couldn’t hear anything with them tuned into Pandora, and she was a bit louder than she thought. And while she didn’t notice anyone, everyone noticed her…

“She’s listening to music.” There was a snort.

“Figured.”

“Let’s not disturb her.”

“Wouldn’t want to, this is hilarious.”

“Indeed” Arcee replied with humor lacing her voice. She, the rest of the Autobots (minus Bulkhead, he was off doing some recon mission), and Vela all watched as Corvin obliviously moved to the music. It was rather funny to watch her with her optics closed and her mouth scrunched up.