Simple Misperceptions

Office Visit

“Oh, um, Raptor. What’s up?” Hotshot stuttered, his surprise obvious. But beyond his surprise at her sudden appearance, was his surprise at her appearance! Far from the plain and dull looking femme he was used to – the older femme was now quite striking. Her black fuselage gleamed like a mirror, the golden leading edges and stripe down the center of her helm almost glowing under the artificial lights.

Raptor turned her optics to him. Their color now a strange swirling purple instead of the crimson they had been. It was like her very spark could be seen within them. Tendrils of her very soul winding in their depths… But her gaze held the same intensity as ever. “Something wrong?” she purred with a knowing smile.

“Uh, well no. You just look, um, different,” he stammered. Still shocked by the change in the femme, he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

She cocked her head, looking at him with humor on her face. “Well my son-in-law, is my new look that disturbing?” she smirked.

Hotshot blushed as he looked down. Sometimes he really hated the fact that this femme thought like a human. Made it so freagin’ confusing for a Cybertronian to figure out how he should answer her questions. If he answered it wrong – she wouldn’t let him live it down. He’d face constant sly side comments at family gatherings for cycles to come. So he decided that he’d better act like he liked the new look. Which he kind’ve did. It was just so different. “You look, uh, ravishing,” he replied, hoping that ‘ravishing’ was the right word for it. Since he really didn’t know what the word meant. He’d just heard Rad say that to Alexis – so it must be a compliment.

Raptor smiled at his compliment. “You know, I’ve lived for millennia and have never been called ‘ravishing’ before. Thank you,” she said, her strange optics beaming in silent happiness.

The yellow mech nodded as he relaxed. At least he’d managed to say the right thing to his mate’s mother. That’d make life easier. “Looking for Prime?” he asked.

She grinned, and he swore she had a mischievous gleam in her optics as she nodded. “He’s in his office, catching up on the backlog,” Hotshot told her.

Leaning over Hotshot’s desk, she grinned like a youngling up to no good. “I’m going to, shall we say, help him catch up. Make sure that we aren’t disturbed for any reason,” she purred. With that, she strolled past him and headed straight for Optimus’s office.

“What was that all about?” Side Swipe asked as he wandered over.

Hotshot shrugged. “I have no idea, but she’s got something up her sleeve for Prime – that’s for sure,” he whispered as his optics followed the black femme.

“I like her new look,” the younger mech commented.

“Yep, big improvement over dull and plain – isn’t it?” the yellow mech joked as he watched her disappear into Prime’s office. The slight click of the lock as the door shut behind her told him that she was making sure they wouldn’t be ‘disturbed’.

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“Catching up?” Raptor asked as she strolled in. Her optics scanned the large office. The huge piles of paperwork on the desk weren’t even sorted yet.

Optimus looked up from the computer screen. He’d deleted eight hundred emails so far. Primus, spam was going to off line him one of these day cycles! And he hadn’t even gotten to the five hundred important emails that he needed to read. “Far from it,” he sighed as he clicked on another email. “I’m backed up farther than I ever have been,” he admitted.

Raptor slid around the desk and stepped behind him, rubbing his shoulder armor gently. “Pain in the tail pipes to be the boss, isn’t it?” she purred in an understanding tone.

He snorted, “So how is it that you’re not in the same mess that I’m in, Earth Commander?”

She smiled demurely as she continued to lightly knead his armor with her hands. “I don’t micromanage like you, I just delegate the work load to others,” she snickered.

Stopping his reading, he turned his head and met her optics. “You’re kidding aren’t you?” he asked in disbelief. Cybertronian Commanders always kept abreast of everything that was going on. No matter how small and insignificant it may seem.

She chuckled as she met his optics. “That’s yet another difference between our factions. We figure out how to keep things running smoothly with the least amount of centralized oversight. Whereas you are stuck on doing things the way they’ve always been done,” she whispered in a conspiratorial tone. Her optics began to gleam with a strange emotion that Prime had never really seen before.

Sliding around him, she suddenly straddled his lap. Blocking his view of the computer screen, and putting a finger across his face mask to indicate he’d better not argue. Prime’s optics widened in disbelief as she unlatched his facemask and boldly took his lips in a passionate kiss. It lasted for many astrominutes before she finally released his lips. Still in shock, he felt her hand slide down, slipping under his codpiece, searching for the latches.

He grabbed her hand then, stopping her. “Raptor, this is not an appropriate time or place for that,” he said.

A mischievous grin crossed her face. “What are they going to do? Fire you?” she asked as she cocked her head and studied his handsome bared face.

“Well no, but…” he answered, a little surprised at the question. Autobot leaders were replaced when they off-lined. They weren’t ‘fired’. That was a human idea, not a mech idea. The femme knew that.

“So why not have a little fun?” she purred. Grabbing his hand with her other, she peeled his fingers off her wrist and began her search for his latch.

“Because it’s not appropriate!” he said in an authoritative tone. Mechs did NOT bond while they were on duty, and that was that!

She’d found his latches and his codpiece came off. “I disagree with that statement,” she chuckled as she gave him here most seductive smile.

His engine shifted into a higher idle. The femme’s dancing fingers on his now exposed bonding grid causing his networks to react. “On what grounds?” he gasped.

She smiled as she began to tease him into extending his bonding cable. Her fingers danced along it, eliciting shudders of reaction from the powerful ground mech. “On the grounds that we are both overworked and underpaid leaders. Whom deserve a little ‘bonus’ here and there,” she purred.

Primus! She was so erotic with her hand. He couldn’t help but shudder as the pleasure impulse rocketed through his sensory nets. But she was trying to make him break one of his own rules. But damn! It felt so good. Why not break the rule? She was right; he couldn’t get ‘fired’. “You do have some valid arguments…” he gasped.

She slid down him. The sound of her light carbide frame sliding over his Cybertronian alloy, driving his meta wild. Ending up on her knees in front of him, she grinned up at him as she swiped her glossa along the length of his cable. His hydraulic pressure shot up as she did so, his cable pressurizing. “Let me give you a few more arguments,” she purred.

“First of all, you’re too uptight about what others think…” she said.

Before he could argue, she took his cable into her mouth. Her glossa danced along it as she sucked him down her throat. His rebuff was cutoff in a moan of ecstasy as he gripped the arm rests in a vise-like grip. He shuddered as he felt his cable slowly slide out of the sweet warmth of her mouth.

“Secondly, you need to learn to enjoy life more. All work and no play – is not a way to live happily…” she purred.

“But…” he couldn’t say anymore as he felt fingers slide into his port. Probing, caressing his internal sensors. Throwing his head back, he moaned louder as she again took him into her mouth, even as her fingers explored him from the inside. He prayed no one would come in the office right now. What she was doing.. Felt so good.. But it was so, so – inappropriate.

She lifted her head again and looked up at him. Teasing him with the sight of his cable as it slowly slid out of her mouth again. “And thirdly, you’ve still got a lot to learn about living with me. So sit there and enjoy your ‘studies’…” she purred with a devilish grin.

His frame was racked with waves upon waves of intense pleasure stimuli as she went back to her ‘activities’. Shaking his head back and forth in total disbelief, Prime allowed himself to sink into the erotic experience. To forget that he was in his office and on shift, and that what they were doing was so against the rules. Putting his hands on the back of her helm, he began to rock his hips, enjoying the sensation of her extraordinary mouth.. Her glossa… Her eagerness to give HIM pleasure… He moved faster and faster, losing himself in the abandon of the moment. His sensors overloading one-by-one, until he finally slumped in his chair. His optics going dark as he shut down in overload…

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His optics reactivated as the alarms slowly went off in his meta. Scanning around his office, he realized that the femme had reorganized the entire place when he was shut down. His immense stacks of reports were now off his desk and piled on the chairs by the far wall. Now, lying on the desk in its place was a black femme with a very self-satisfied look on her face.

His optics were drawn to what she was doing. As she watched him reactivate, she was self-interfacing. Her fingers slipped in-and-out of her opened ports, a slag-eating grin on her face as she noticed him watching her.

Mechs self-interfaced when they were alone and had no one to bond with. Optimus felt strangely insulted that his soon-to-be bond mate had the nerve to do it right in front of him. Had he not satisfied her? Was this what she was trying to tell him by her bold actions? But it was strangely erotic to watch her self-interface. Like seeing a secret part of her life that he wasn’t supposed to ever see.. But it was intensely confusing to the logic bound mech. Just why was she doing it?

“What are you doing?” he asked as he tried to mask the fact that he was staring at her fingers… At her boldness of self-interfacing right in front of him, on his very own desk!

“Enjoying myself while I watch you,” she purred. She arched a bit then, moaning slightly.

His hydraulic pressure began to rise again as he watched this forbidden show. “But this is not appropriate behavior. You have a promised mate to do that for you,” he stated. It was so – wrong… But it was strangely – erotic..

She grinned as she shifted slightly. Partly to allow her better access with her fingers, and to give him a better view. “Such narrow views of propriety, Cybertron Commander – why limit ourselves?” she purred. “You are enjoying the show. Don’t dare deny it,” she smirked.

This was wrong.. This was so right. This was torture. This was truly the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. He wanted so much to taste her. To feel her tremble under his hands…Unable to resist, he slid his fingers along her air frame. Standing up, he leaned over her. Taking her lips as he slid his fingers over hers… “Mind if I help you?” he asked as he released her lips. His optics scanning hers, he didn’t understand this new game. But it was extremely exciting.

She nodded and gave him a seductive smile. “Add you glossa to my fingers,” she purred the order.

Prime studied her for a brief moment, for he’d never done something like this. Granted there were so many new things that the femme was exposing him to – his meta was almost overwhelmed by it all. But one thing was for sure – everything had been enjoyable! So he decided to obey her soft order. Moving down, he watched her fingers as his fingers squeezed the inside of her thigh armor.

She moaned as he slid his hands along the inside of her legs, gently forcing them further apart. Then his weight pushed heavily down on one of them as he leaned over and swiped his glossa along the outside of her secondary port. Arching up, she felt him join her fingers. Synchronizing his glossa with their movements in perfect harmony… His hands running along her legs caused waves of desire to course through her.

Her bleeder vents opened, sucking more air into her systems as they heated up. Her chassis trembling as his glossa invaded her little used secondary port, even as her own fingers delved deeply into her primary port. Arching into his glossa, she gasped in pleasure as she felt the overload sequences commence. Throwing her head back, her air frame shuddered one last time before she went completely limp in overload.

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Optimus sat back down in his chair, enjoying the vision of the unconscious femme lying on his desk even as he latched his codpiece back in place. His soon-to-be bond mate was truly an unpredictable and confusing Seeker. But he was beginning to look forward to these shocking surprises that she always seemed to come up with. He wondered what he was in store for after the actual ceremony.

“Hmmmm, you’re starting to loosen up,” she purred as she slowly reactivated. Turning her head, she smiled at the watching mech. “You sure are a handsome mech,” she complimented.

He blushed slightly at her boldness, his mild shyness always getting in the way of him being truly comfortable with his bared face. “And you are the most impulsive, bold, troublemaker…” he leaned forward and kissed her lips, cutting off his own words. His glossa dived in, taking over, insistent… For several astrominutes they kissed, the mech leaning over her, his hands roving over her gleaming chassis. “And I love every astrosecond of it,” he finished as he released his lips.

She slid off the desk, latching her codpiece and giving him a wink. “Well, I guess its time to get back to work then. See you at lunch,” she said with a smirk and disappeared in teleport.

Optimus shook his head in disbelief. Leaning back, he put his hands behind his helm. Sure, he’d known that dating a human-sparked Seeker would be different. But he’d never expected so much pleasure out of it. He wondered what kind of surprise she’d have in store for him next.

Glancing at his door, he realized it was locked. Getting up, he strolled over, unlocked it and poked his head out. His optics met the optics of five of his men. Their knowing expressions told him in no uncertainty that they knew he had broken the rules. Blushing slightly, he ducked back into his office and shut the door. He’d have to deal with that issue… Later…


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