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Moonracer is sitting at a workbench trying to repair a coffeemaker. She swears softly under her breath as the appliance proves a difficult fix, she takes it apart slowly, inspecting each part trying to find out where the problem lies.
‘Oh for fuck sake, who made this damn machine, a blind fool?’ She stretches out her arm to pick up a screwdriver turning her head when the tool stays put. ‘What, oh come here… AHHHHHH SCRAP, Optimus, you scared me.’ ‘Sorry Moons, I saw you over here and came to say hello, is that the percolator from the lounge?’ ‘Yes, it was on a cart labeled “free” so I picked it up but when I tried to use it the performance was lacking. So I came here in search of parts/someone to fix this piece of slag but ended up doing it all myself. ‘
‘Heh, here let me see.’ Optimus stands behind her, his arms brushing against hers as he moves closer, his servo bumps hers, as he examines the parts. Moonracer is aware of their closeness but stays put as she finds the proximity thrilling. She fights her spark’s thrumming, not wanting to expose how she feels next to him, after all he is her superior, her commander. {A voice in her mind starts freaking out ‘He’s your boss, he’s your boss, HE. IS. YOUR. BOSS! Another one chimes in with ‘Yeah, but no one else is here right now, there’s no cameras, nobody would know…} They talk for a while about the parts, he mentions maybe they could manufacture each one themselves, Moonracer inquires into which tools are needed and other pertinent questions, her brow furrowing as she thinks everything over, a tad frustrated that what she hoped would be a simple repair is turning into a multi-day hassle; she moves closer to the percolator parts and mulls over how to do this in the easiest manner. Her helm droops forward held up by one servo, the left one tapping away irritably.
The sensation of servos on her shoulders puts a stop to her reverie, she realizes that they belong to Optimus. Turning in her chair her face is level with his, ‘Well um, Optimus sir, is.. is something wrong? ‘ He cautiously, carefully and gently touches her face: optical ridges, cheeks, nose and dermas. ‘You’re beautiful you know that, Moonie?’ he says, staring into her optics, ‘I have heard that before, thank you, Optimus; but I thought you’re with Elita?’ She asks, ‘In another lifetime maybe, but not this one, sadly.’ he says. He takes her in his arms moving her onto the workbench, kissing her deeply as he lays her down on the surface. Optimus’s servos explore her frame as his kisses travel around her chassis and abdomen before moving up to her neck. Moonracer arches her body closer to him, wanting to be selfish for once. She had fought for countless millennia under his leadership but never expected for that to become her literally being under his heavy frame, pinning her to the workbench surface as a wrench digs into her back, the pain is exciting instead of a bother. Optimus rolls her forward off her back into a sitting position as they continue to make out, her servos cupping his cheeks as his mouth travels along her jawline. ‘Oh Optimus, this is heaven, please don’t stop.’ *He laughs against her neck as they move in sync. He pulls her off the workbench onto the floor, their bodies melting together in a dance of passion, ignorant of any chances of interruptions. A few hours later love worn and exhausted they leave to retire to his hab, Optimus pausing at the foot of a stairwell where he pushes her up against a wall hooking her legs around his hips as they make-out again, his soft whines in her audials causing her to gasp loudly and giggle at his audacity; she trills his name then kisses him back fiercely, wantonly and with wild abandon. He moves her into a bridal carry as they head up the stairs.
The next morning finds them wrapped around each other, a pile of blankets and sheets haphazardly covering their bodies. She looks over at the mech she’d made love to multiple times, watching him peacefully sleep.
In need of a refuel, Moonracer carefully removes herself from the berth and moving like a newborn Cyberdeer she heads to a kitchen area pouring two large cubes adding in metal shavings and spices, calling ‘Good morning’ to her lover as he wakes up, smiling at her. They sit together on a couch, talking and sharing jokes. ‘Hey we should get cleaned up. Come shower with me.’ He curls his servo around hers as they head to the wash racks, the solvent and cleanser run on their warm bodies, another layer of heat adding to the room’s steaminess. Optimus cleans her off, the rag rolling smoothly over her plating, he’s paying attention to detail, kneeling down and kissing her abdominal plating, moving apart her modesty panels he laps at her valve, taking great joy in how she moves totally under his control, writhing and moaning before overloading on his face, singing out her pleasure. She feels his optics following her hands as she sinks down to the shower floor washing his frame, taking out his spike and lowering her mouth onto it. He leans back against the wall groaning as her mouth moves around his already sensitive member. Several minutes go by before he climaxes, screaming out her name, grabbing her helm as he comes on and inside her. Moonracer pulls back letting the solvent and cleanser rinse her off, they both stand up. 'Optimus, there’s thoughts running through your processor, mind sharing?’ As if her words were magnets he pulls her tightly into an embrace before scooping her up and walking back to the berth laying her down on her stomach; his servos touch her back massaging the plating, he notes how tense it is as he presses deeply. Moonracer closes her optics as she melts, knowing he’s being loving but the kindness is almost too much, she feels tears forming behind her optics, fighting them back she curls her servo under a pillow taking deep vents in an effort to remain calm. Optimus realizes she’s upset and stops, sitting on the berth but not touching her afraid maybe they’d gone too far with being so physical so soon, some kind of power imbalance. He clears his throat then asks her ‘Moonie, sweetspark, did, did, ahem, did I do something wrong, are you hurt?’ Moonracer only sits up with tears in her eyes crawling into his arms as the liquids fall down her face ‘No one’s ever been this good to me, ever. I feel like I don’t deserve it, that's all. Like I’m being selfish or something.’ She grows quiet, waiting for Optimus to get sick of her but hears him humming as his arms wrap around her. Moonracer puts her helm on his shoulder, tears still falling but slower now. Optimus nuzzles her head, keeping themselves together in a bubble of peace, and is this love? He thinks it over and finds himself not wanting to let her go, he sees a vision of her heavy with his sparkling, the two of them forever happy. Like an uninvited guest his comms go off, Optimus checks them and seeing it’s important he responds then reluctantly peels himself away from Moonracer, she kisses him a couple times then leaves.
Back in her hab, Moonracer holes herself up in her office doing research, but is finding concentration difficult as her thoughts keep drifting to Optimus. She reclines her chair, twirling a pen in her digits as she thinks over the night before and the pleasant morning they’d spent together. Grinning like the cat who caught the mouse she turns back to her assignment as Arcee knocks on the door, stopping by wanting a status report. They discuss Moonracer’s findings, updating the project’s progress. Arcee catches the happy expression on her teammate’s face, and curiosity piqued, she decides to inquire as to the cause.’ Hmm, you look quite pleased with yourself today, what’s up?’ Moonracer’s face flushes with embarrassment, she knows that Arcee will uncover the truth sooner or later from either her or Optimus, so chooses to admit the truth. ‘Fine, but this HAS to stay confidential you understand,’ Arcee nods in agreement. ‘Okay, I ran into Optimus last night in the repair shop at the back of the storage space down on the first floor. I was trying to fix my percolator but wasn’t making much headway. He and I talked for a bit about making parts ourselves and the whole process involved with what I need to do to get this thing usable then we um’ she moves a couple feet away from Arcee before she shares the next part. ‘We um, now promise me you won’t freak out or anything but we, uh, um, made out and, and, and, then we… fragged.. Afterwards we retired to his hab and I spent the night in his arms. Arcee, you’re not mad at me are you? That room doesn’t have cameras, so it’s not like anyone saw us until we left; Optimus kissed me under a security camera but nothing else inappropriate happened until this morning, in the privacy of his hab. Yes, we should have done that in the security of either of our habsuites to begin with, but we got carried away and, and, and I… I have no excuse for my behavior but please don’t tell Elita, or ANYBODY! This cannot get out, it will ruin Optimus and myself.'
Arcee, you’re scaring me, please say something.’ The blue bot is staring daggers at Moonracer, causing her to lower her helm, optics focused on her pedes; she feels like a sparkling being punished by a parent. ‘Arcee, I’m sorry for what I did, there was no excuse.’ The last part comes out almost as a whisper as Moonracer curls her servos into loose fists on the top of her thighs. Pointing a digit at her Arcee expresses her disapproval ‘‘Moonracer, what you two did was grossly inappropriate and dangerous to the reputations of BOTH OF YOU! Optimus Prime is your Commander, a mech greatly respected by our kind for ages! He is in a position of authority over you! *Moonracer has had enough of being chastised, she stands up yelling back at Arcee. ‘PRIMUS-DAMMIT ARCEE, FOR ONCE IT FELT NICE TO BE WANTED, THAT I WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR SOMEBODY TO FIND ATTRACTIVE! Optimus made me feel like I was the most beautiful femme in the FUCKING universe! Look I’m sorry that I, that we, fragged in such a public place but there’s nothing I can do about it! It happened, it’s over! I like Optimus, I felt safe and happy in his arms last night, he’s’ Moonracer struggles to keep her composure here. ‘I think I’m falling in love with him, it’s been such a long time since I had…’. Moonracer remembers losing her Ricochet at the hands of Starscream. ‘I just want to belong to someone, be their soulmate, loved, cherished, wanted deeply and madly and truly. Why is that such a problem?’ *She stares back at Arcee, the two femmes angry but for different reasons. ‘What, are you going to yell at me some more, treat me like a naughty sparkling!? Hmm?’. Arcee raises an optical ridge. ‘I’m disappointed in you Moonracer, I thought you were above acting like this. Until the project is complete I don’t want you associating with any Mechs: ‘Con or Autobot unless absolutely necessary. Do I make myself clear?’ She snapped; a furious digit pointed at the teal femme.
Feeling annoyed and defeated, Moonracer plops back into her chair. ‘Yes ma’am.’ Arcee takes her leave, slamming the hab door in irritation. Moonracer turns her attention back to her work, forcing her thoughts onto the information in front of her: energon sources on planets near to the Lost Light and a calendar of shore leave dates, notes about acquiring said energon. A few hours later Moonracer is walking down to the cafeteria in want of dinner, taking a seat in a semi-secluded corner she refuels while trying not to think about Optimus. Nearly finished with her meal she is suddenly not alone, as a certain tall red & blue mech joins her at the table.
‘Hello Moonie, sweetspark.' He leans down to hug her but pauses when he sees her reaction. ‘Honey, is something wrong? Talk to me.’ *He sits in the chair across from Moonracer, keeping a respectful distance but fearful of her rejecting him. ‘It’s Arcee, she saw how happy I was earlier today, and I told her about us hooking up last night/this morning and she reacted badly. I got yelled at then she made me promise not to have anything to do with you outside a professional capacity unless necessary, she snapped at me. I don’t know if she’s jealous or simply angry at us doing… what we did in such a public place. She’s right though, a hookup could and should have waited until we were in a hab: either yours or mine. If we were caught on any security cameras there…' Moonracer lowers her voice for this part. ‘It could spell disaster for both of us, for how people think of us.’ *Optimus takes her servos in his, holding them gently. He is irritated at Arcee’s comments, though he knows she’s right. ‘Ah, Moons, we’re both grown adults who can make their own choices when it comes to who they associate with and I want to keep seeing you, okay?’ *Moonracer looks up at him, smiling. ‘Okay, dear. ‘
They share a meal and a couple glasses of engex, Optimus suggests spending time in an observatory room at the front of the ship. Hand in hand, they walk together; Moonracer slides her digits through his. Optimus leads her up a flight of stairs to an observatory, pressing a couple buttons the ceiling opens revealing glass as the entire room fills with starlight. The two bots stand in awe as the open sky passes above them, Optimus stands behind Moonracer holding her close. ‘Optimus, this is breathtaking. I never knew the ship had this capability.’ Her digit points out various star configurations as Optimus names the ones she’s unfamiliar with. ‘Oh how cool, we just passed Orion's belt!’ *He sighs sadly, lost in thought, Moonracer doesn’t break the silence instead leaning her helm on his chassis, her arms entwined with his.
Optimus glances down at this femme he has in his arms, one he’s known for millions of years but has come to deeply care for in less than a full day. A sudden urge to protect her overcomes him, making Optimus close his arms even tighter around Moonracer. ‘Moonie, look at me sweetspark.’ Moonracer turns around facing the mech she’s come to be quite fond of already.
‘I…uh…. I think I am in love with you…oh dear.’ Moonracer is shocked but happily so, she stands on the edges of her pedes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, giggling. ‘Oh, Optimus darling, I feel the same way! I am in love with you too! Kiss me please?’ The two kiss passionately as the security cameras silently move to watch this moment of stolen peace. He scoops her up in his arms, the two lost in love as it seems the whole of space and the universe grows silent. Moonracer reaches to the overhead window as if she could simply pull down a star and hold it in her servo. Optimus follows her, their servos unintentionally forming a heart shape. They both laugh, he moves Moonracer onto his shoulders keeping a firm grip on her knees to hold her in place. They stay that way, watching the stars and planets for hours then move to a recliner, Moonracer curled up in Optimus’s arms once more, her legs draped over the arm of the chair. ‘I love you, Optimus.’ ‘I love you, Moonracer.’ The room’s silence surrounds them like a blanket not hiding anything but simply…protecting.