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Rating: M – Ok folks just a warning that this chapter will contain some extreme fluffiness and, well, highly suggestive naughtiness. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Power of the Aura

Heidi sat on the edge of the bed. Although, doing better physically, mentally she felt clouded. A slight depression had set in and she had decided that a trip outdoors for some fresh air would help clear her mind. She trudged over to the large four story door, which on her approach, opened with its customary ‘swoosh’. The force of the wind pushed against her with uneven pressure, forcing her body to sway as she fought to keep herself upright. She glanced down the hall, checking in both directions.

“All clear, great,” she muttered to herself.

She was in no mood to deal with Sunstreaker. He was fawning over her like a mother hen to her chick and it was getting annoying. She missed the aloof and arrogant Sunstreaker. She silently chided her self for it too. Why was she always attracted to the bad boy attitude?

The sweet smell of summer came wafting in through the main entrance of the Ark, hitting her like a ton of bricks. Her mood instantly changed from a self loathing attitude to a more hopeful outlook. She loved that feeling. The sunlight bathed her in its warm radiant light her as she walked out into the open air. I light breeze toyed with several loose strands of her blond hair, causing them to brush lightly against her cheeks. She glanced around searching for a place to relax before noticing a large rock near the Ark entrance, a perfect little seat to relax on. She strode over to it and carefully climbed up the side before sitting down with her legs crossed. She closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The leaves of the Alder trees made a soft rustling sound in the wind while the tall Firs creaked when their tops swayed.

“Ah, this is what I needed,” she said to herself as she breathed in again.

“Well I’m glad you found what you needed,” came a voice from behind the edge of the cliff.

Heidi jerked in surprise as the strange voice broke her peaceful silence. She quickly glanced around for its source. She turned just in time to see a large unfamiliar red mech slowly stride into view. He approached with hesitation, towards her perch on the rock, and stopped. He eyed her curiously with squinted optics and pursed lips as he folded his arms across what appeared to be an airplane cockpit. Causally, he leaned up against one of the rocks that framed the Ark entrance.

Heidi’s heart skipped a beat. She had never seen this mech before, but then again there were quite a few she hadn’t met. He remained silent which began to get on Heidi’s nerves.

“What are you looking at?” she asked annoyed.

“I’m checking you out,” he responded with an air of cool indifference.

Heidi couldn’t decide on how to classify his voice. It sounded like a whiny young man but with heavy mechanical undertones.

“Checking me out?” she responded feeling a bit ruffled by his answer. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean exactly what I say. I’m checking you out, human. Don’t you check things out that you’re not familiar with?” he said, purposely turning the tables on her.

“Well, yeh…I suppose. Who are you?” she asked, unsettled by this robot’s prowess in being able to turn the tables on this conversation so easily. She had to remind herself that even though they were robots and she didn’t understand them, didn’t mean they weren’t knowledgeable on the psychology of human conversations.

“My name is Starscream and I’m here to meet with Optimus Prime,” he said impassively. He almost seemed bored by the short conversation with her.

‘Oh great, another Sunstreaker,’ she thought to herself, rolling her eyes.

“Well, nice to meet you Starscream,” she said with a wave. “I’m Heidi, the resident human.”

“The resident human…hmmmm,” he mumbled. He gave her a sideways glance. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to help you guys, quote “get out more and interact with us humans,” she said, making little quote symbols in the air with her fingers.

Starscream’s optics widened as he glanced at her with a confused look. Realizing his face of superiority had cracked, showing a weakness he didn’t care to share, he quickly regained control and put on a face of disdain to make up for his slip up.

“What did you just do there?” he asked curiously. “What was that thing you just did with your hands?”

For a minute, Heidi didn’t know what he was talking about. His sudden change in facial expressions distracted her and using her hands expressively was like second nature. She hadn’t realized that it could be a source of confusion to these robots.

“Oh that’s just something we do when we are quoting what someone else said,” she said, repeating the air quotes. “It’s a human thing.” She didn’t know how else to explain it.

“You humans are a strange species,” he said.

Silence once again hung over the two. It made Heidi very uncomfortable and the way those red eyes bore into her were unnerving. She silently prayed that one of the Autobots would get out here soon so she could escape from Starscream’s penetrating glare.

Looking up towards the blue sky, Heidi tried ignoring him. But she could here the steady hum of his systems as they worked and the gushing of air keeping them cool. Once again, his silent presence became too much for her.

‘I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine,’ she said to herself. ‘Two can play this game.’

She turned her blue eyes to meet the red optics of Starscream which begun a stare off like no other. Heidi leaned back, her arms extended behind her for support while she glared up at the giant red robot, equally his seemingly unwavering haughtiness. She refused to be the first to speak, and even though her eyes wanted to examine this marvel of a machine, she held them locked onto his face. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed the corner of his mouth turn up slightly in a half grin…or was that a smirk? She squinted in irritation as she tried to decipher what he was thinking.

“You’re a female…aren’t you?” Starscream said, finally breaking the silence but not her gaze.

Heidi suddenly felt exposed. “How do you know?” she asked curiously, keeping her eyes locked firmly on him.

“Well…there are a number of ways to tell but the most obvious one is your chest is bigger than a males,” he said calmly. Starscream was smart and knew how the humans worked. He could see that this human assumed that he knew nothing about her and it bothered him to no end. He enjoyed seeing the now startled expression on the human girls face. It made him feel better.

“Oh?” Heidi responded with a questioning tone. She was curious over how much more he knew.

Starscream was happy to oblige her. “For one your body is daintier and the tone in your voice is higher. You are slightly more annoying than your male counterpart. You females ask too many questions,” he said haughtily.

“Is that so,” Heidi mumbled with pursed lips.

She gave up on trying to out do him and let her eyes wandered down the front of his body. Obviously this robot took the form of a fighter jet.

“hmmff,” she said after she eyed him up and down.

“You like what you see….don’t you?” Starscream responded with a cavalier grin on his face.

“Oh please,” she said, rolling her eyes. However, oddly she felt that familiar tug of desire. This was the mech version of a bad boy, through and through. And she knew she had no control over her emotions when it came to this type of attitude, whether it be male or mech. “You aren’t all that,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell if she were lying.

“You’re lying,” he said coolly, “Females love power and that I have. I can see you find me highly desirable.”

‘He read my mind! Ugh, I shouldn’t have thought it,’ Heidi thought silently, berating herself for thinking he couldn’t’ see her lying. Still, she would deny it.

“Maybe, but you’ll never know for sure,” she shot back.

She sat there looking down at her feet, exhausted and frustrated. Maybe fresh air wasn’t such a good idea after all. Just as Heidi stood to come off the rock, Ironhide came striding, briskly, outside with Sunstreaker following closely behind. As if her day couldn’t get any worse.

“What’s going on here?” asked Sunstreaker protectively as he walked right up to Starscream leaving mere inches between him and the red mech. He glanced over at Heidi. “He didn’t hurt you…did he?” he asked her.

“No, he didn’t, Sunny, I’m fine. We were just talking,” she said worriedly as she watched Sunstreaker come chest to chest with Starscream.

“Easy there, Sunny,” Ironhide said resting a hand on Sunstreakers shoulder and pulling him back from Starscream. “Give him some space. Your girl is fine.”

“Your girl?” responded Starscream slowly as a mischievous grin appeared a crossed his face.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sunstreaker threatened. He pulled against Ironhide’s grip.

“Sunny relax!” Ironhide said firmly. “Stay with Heidi and I’ll escort Starscream back to Prime.”

“Fine,” Sunstreaker snapped, yanking free of Ironhide’s grip before composing himself.

Heidi watched Sunstreaker glare menacingly at Starscream as the red mech leaned in close to her.

“It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope our paths cross again,” he said seductively. Only briefly did he glance out of the corner of his optic at Sunstreaker before smiling warmly at Heidi.

“You too,” Heidi responded breathlessly.

‘Sunstreaker’s jealous,’ Starscream thought to him self and smiled with pleasure at the thought.

A constant chatter of noise saturated the Autobot recreation room as several mechs went to work refueling their systems with their precious energon. One mech in particular sat nestled up to the bar cradling his energon cube as if it were his last. Ratchet scanned Prowl, checking to make sure there weren’t any obvious signs of distress. As he came up behind the tactician he rested his hand on his shoulder to alert him to his presence.

“Prowl, is everything alright?” the medic asked.

“Yes, I suppose,” came Prowls half hearted response.

“You don’t sound alright,” Ratchet said, as he saddled up to the bar next to Prowl. “It’s Jazz, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I’m worried about what he will do with May. You saw that look on his face…that glint in his visor… I’ve seen that before,” Prowl said, trailing off slightly.

“Yes I remember. It’s been awhile since Jazz has had that opportunity. But Prowl, you know once it starts you can’t stop it. I’m sure Jazz will do the right thing for him,” Ratchet said gently, taking a sip of his energon.

May was so young, at least in Mech years. Jazz should know better. But deep inside Prowl knew that Jazz had his own agenda, of course it was always for the good. Prowl shook his head in thought. He had noticed the changes in Jazz but had brushed them off as boredom. Now he feared it could be something more powerful. He should have said something when Jazz planted that beacon in her neck.

“Ratchet, tell me about that energy field again. You had mentioned something about it earlier,” Prowl asked.

“It’s called an Aura. It surrounds all humans and can vary in color or power according to how the human feels. It also is affected by their health. Humans who are sick or suffer from ailments have a weaker, darker aura while healthy humans have stronger more vibrant ones. I’ve discovered that their Aura power affects us. If it’s a strong and healthy Aura, it can make a mech feel stronger and healthier,” Ratchet said but stopped short of going any further.

“So your saying May is making Jazz feel good?” Prowl asked. “That doesn’t seem so bad. But how do you explain his draw to her?”

“Well, there is one side affect that I’ve discovered just recently. When Jazz is around May he feels strong and alive. And I’ve noticed May is more alert when in his presence and this increases the strength of her Aura. When he leaves her Aura he feels like something is missing. This has me concerned but requires further observation and research,” Ratchet said as he stared into his energon.

Prowls optics flickered as he processed and sorted the information coming from Ratchet. “So you’re saying they are like drugs for each other?” Prowl asked with trepidation.

“I hope not,” Ratchet said, as he himself felt panic over what the possible downside to this could be.

A dread came over Prowl like a wave.

“I have to stop Jazz!” Prowl yelled.

He opened up his private com link to Jazz.

“Jazz, come in,” he called. But eerie silence filled the link. He tried again. “Jazz, this is Prowl, come in Jazz.”

Prowl jumped from his seat, alarmed by the silence and a growing premonition that only Prowl would know. Barely giving the rec room door time to open, he ducked out into the hall and ran with determination towards Jazz’s room.

A mechs room is simple. You have your recharge berth, a bench, locker and polishing clothes. The walls in the Ark are smooth and polished. There are no pictures, flowers or decorations of any kind.

At least that’s what it appeared to May. The rooms extreme plainness did little in distracting May from how Jazz felt beneath her as he carried her into his room. His voice became the soothing background music while her mind analyzed the signals sent from the nerve endings in her legs and thighs as they pressed against Jazz’s hard metal exterior. She moved her hand slowly along his shoulder while trying to understand how he could feel through such a thick steel surface. How was it that his surface could contain nerves similar to that of human nerves?

“May!” Jazz nearly shouted.

May jumped at the sound of her name and the volume from which Jazzed said it.

“Yeh?” she responded quickly.

“Would ya’ mind climbin’ down so I can set you on the table,” he asked, coaxing her with his hand which he held ready for her.

Jazz wiggled his fingers to keep her focused on the task at hand. After all, he had been standing there for awhile before being able to break her from her daydreams. He had felt her hand running across his shoulder fender and he wondered what was going through her mind. It had taken three attempt of calling her name before he finally received a response.

“Right,” she said, clearly nervous as she eased her self into his hand.

Now this offered up a whole new set of sensations to May. His hand was softer and felt like a very firm and warm leather couch. She became painfully aware of what he could feel. After all, she was sitting on his hand in a dress. The only thing separating her body from his hand was her underwear. She quickly adjusted her dress, flipping the hem beneath her.

‘There, now my skirt and underwear are separating me from him hand,’ she said to herself. She felt much better.

Jazz smiled at her modesty and shook his head; little did she know what he knew and was capable of knowing. He lifted her over to his recharge berth and set her gently down. May glanced around before turning back to Jazz.

The air in the room thickened with apprehension. Jazz could feel it. His awareness of the energy field that existed around humans heightened his senses. He wasn’t quite sure where to start in trying to explain to May how he felt and how their differences would affect his feelings.

May sat down on the edge of the berth with her legs swinging nervously over its edge…back and forth…back and forth. She folded her hands neatly in her lap and shot a sideways glance up at Jazz with curiosity.

‘Is he going to say anything?’ she thought impatiently to herself.

Feeling her stare, he turned towards her and sighed, in a way only a mech can, with a rush of air gushing out of his intakes.

This instantly unnerved May, was he about to tell her yet again, that they weren’t made for each other?

They stood locked eye to visor while lost in their own thoughts. Jazz was the first to break the moment of thought. He turned and walked over to a locker against the far wall. He reached in and retrieved a small plush, tan cloth from somewhere inside. Then with a slight smile he walked back over to where she sat. May squinted inquisitively at his actions.

Jazz decided against sitting May down and explaining the intricate side of a mechs life. She would probably retain more if he just started showing her, slowly of course, easing her into it a little bit at a time - keeping her innocence in mind. Experience was the best teacher.

“Here hold on t’ this for a moment,” he said as he laid it gently down beside her.

May reached over and picked up the cloth. The cloth was the size of a large bed cover and yet it felt very light and soft.

“What’s this for?” she asked as she gathered the blanket in her arms.

“Its t’ polish my exterior. There’s this spot I’ve been tryin’ t’ get t’ for sometime that is very difficult for me t’ reach. Y’ see a mech isn’t as flexible as you humans. So we often have t’ ask for a fellow mechs help in reachin’ these spots. Typically, I’d asked Prowl but he’s busy right now so I figured y’ wouldn’t mind doin’ it instead,” he said.

“oh…ok…well where is it?” she responded nervously.

She climbed to her feet and walked over to where Jazz had now turned his back towards the berth. He leaned against it while he rested his elbows on the edge for support.

“On that metal platform between my shoulders an’ down slightly,” he said as he directed her to the spot.

May examined his back carefully and realized that it was the roof of the car, that he transformed into, that needed a little polishing. Looking closer she discovered a cloudy white water mark on its surface. She tugged at the cloth to drag it closer to her and found one of the corners of the blanket.

Jazz waited patiently, anticipated what sort of sensation May would create with that cloth. He calculated the pressure difference and suspected something quiet pleasurable.

Assuming she would have to try and match the strength of a mech in order to get that spot removed, she leaned in with all her might and, using both hands, scrubbed away as if she were scrubbing a particular stubborn stain off a floor.

With the unexpected pressure, Jazz jumped. May instantly stopped, worried she had hurt him.

“Easy there darl’in, ya’ don’t have t’ press that hard. Soft, circular motions will work best,” he instructed gently.

“Sorry about that,” she said with a nervous laugh. Carefully, she started again but with less pressure.

Her innocent smiled left Jazz anxiously excited. Her energy field had fully engulfed him and he could feel the desire she struggled to suppress.

“Is this better,” she asked.

“Ya much better,” he said as a mechanical moan of pleasure escaped his vocal processors.

Jazz’s sigh of pleasure brought May’s attention to full alert. His expressive satisfaction filled her mind full of questions that she so desperately wanted to ask but didn’t because of her nervous shyness.

“You’re doin’ a great job,” Jazz said. “That feels really good.”

To May’s surprise she could actually see the steel plates on his body shift in a downward position as Jazz relaxed. This intensified the internal argument May was having with her self over whether she should question Jazz further on what she was really doing to him. Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Um, Jazz?” she finally choked out.

“Ya May,” Jazz responded, detecting the nervousness in her voice.

May couldn’t quite get the question out without being direct about it. She hated being direct.

“Uh, what am I doing to you?” she immediately winced at how her question came out. She didn’t want to ask what she was doing to him but maybe what was he feeling.

Jazz chuckled softly. “You ‘r polishin’ my exterior,” he said. His answer was designed with a purpose in mind. He had every intention of drawing more questions from her.

“Well, I know I’m polishing you. But what are you feeling? I mean, does this feel good or does it feel good in a different way,” she asked. She shook her head in frustration over not being able to put into words what she really wanted to ask.

“May, d’ ya always have to be so indirect with yer questions?” Jazz responded.

“What do you mean?” she asked, thankful that he couldn’t see behind him as she her wince with embarrassment.

“My little femme, what y’ are doin’ t’ me, makes me feel good in more ways than you will know,” he said, turning towards her and scooping her up in his hand as he did so.

Gently, he lifted May as he moved onto the berth and reclined down on his side before setting her down in front of him. With his head propped up in one hand, he stared at her with a sweet disarming grin that sent May’s heart dancing all over her insides. She stood frozen in place. For the first time his face was eye level to hers with out either of them touching one another. A tickle along the outside of her leg startled her, causing to jump in surprise. Jazz laughed at her quick movement.

“Easy May, It’s just me,” he said soothingly.

And he was right. She had been so distracted by how close he was that she missed seeing him bring his other hand around with an extended finger as he gently slid it down the length of her leg.

“Lie down May. I’d like t’ show what polishing feels like to me,” he commanded gently.

It was the moment of truth. May stood frozen, not sure whether to obey his command or run for her life. Her head swam as her vision blurred slightly. Somewhere in the distance she heard Jazz say relax and again felt his light touch as he carefully lifted her legs out from beneath her. With one hand he managed to get her on her back. He chuckled at the sight of May, lying stiffly next to him. He felt her anxiety rising along with her desire.

May’s chest rose and fell quickly with each ragged breath.

“W..w..what are you going to do to me?” she stuttered with nearly unbearable anticipation.

“Don’t worry, May I won’t hurt ‘ya. You’ll like it but first y’ have t’ try and relax,” he said.

“Jazz…,” May whispered.

“Ssssshhh,” Jazz said cutting her off. “Don’t speak. Just relax. This is lesson number one.”

Suddenly, a low hum of music could be heard, or at least that what it sounded like to May.

“I hear music,” she said, in a desperate attempt to distract Jazz.

“I know,” he said, as the low thump of base could be heard through a chorus of other tones.

May watched as Jazz brought his finger down and touched her ankle. This time his touch seemed different. Waves of electricity tickled her legs. It wasn’t painful but made each muscle weaken involuntarily. If she could describe it any other way it would be similar to that of deep vibrations. Slowly his finger glided up the inside of her leg. The soothing electricity spread out along her leg and up to her waist causing an unexpected and – new – sensation, a sensation that May had felt only once before in the not too distant past. She squirmed under its presences, moving her legs slightly in and attempt to regain control. Jazz watched curiously as his research on female anatomy paid off.

“Oh god,” was all she say as she glanced up at Jazz’s blue visor as a smile spread across his face.

His finger pushed her dress up as he reached his destination. Mays energy field spiked higher than Jazz had ever felt before and the result was energizing. His energon levels skyrocketed as his internal systems worked in repairing any internal or external damaged sustained over the years. Pleasure welled up inside him as May’s Aura swirled around him, engulfing him with her healing light.

May could no longer control what she was feeling as Jazz repeated to May what she had done to him. All May could do was silently repeat the mantra of what he had said to her.

‘Soft circular motions will work best,” she repeated over and over in her head as the pleasure increased in intensity, building slowly but steadily till she could no longer hold back. She screamed as uncontrollable pleasure washed over her, wave after wave. And somewhere amongst her screams in the distance she heard a new voice, an angry voice.

“Jazz! Jazz noooo!”

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