A/N: OK, I finally got around to doing this request. This is from MissCHSparkles, asking me to do an Optimus/Elita-1 with a twist. But first, a few housekeeping things:
Disclaimer: I do not own transformers. Hasbro does (to my anguish – I want them all).
Warnings: This is going to be NC-17 sticky, Transformer hetero sex, with elements of dub-con and voyeurism. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT READ. Simple.
Alternate title: Watched while making love
Elita-1 gently ran her hand over the smooth, glittering rock wall of the cavern she was in. Having recently on Earth with some of her femme contingent, they were going to be staying for a little while. How long, Elita wasn't sure. And in the chaos and order of organisation of quarters and re-arranging of shifts, her beloved bondmate, Optimus Prime, had chosen to take her here for a little quiet time so she could calm her thoughts and clear her processor before jumping back into the fray of her duties. The scrape of her metal fingertips tracing a vein of white stone echoed around the giant cavern, reverberating softly around her and Optimus, who was standing a few feet to her side, contentedly watching.
"It's intriguing," the pink femme said softly, taking her fingertips away and turning around to face Optimus.
Unlocking his mask and extending his hand to her, the taller red and blue mech smiled and stated, "And this isn't even the best part."
Elita smiled back at him, taking his rough, war-worn hand in her own and let him lead her through the large tunnels, the sunlight penetration into the cave getting lower with each step. They said nothing. They had not seen each other for so long, and yet, they didn't need to say a thing to understand what the other was feeling.
The couple rounded a corner, and Elita immediately gasped, halting her stride and squeezing Optimus's hand as she gazed at the sight.
For the cavern had abruptly gotten even larger, soaring a few meters higher than the tunnel they had journeyed through. This was evidently where the cavern and tunnel ended, and in this end, it was lit up. Not by sunlight. But by cavern fireflies and the mountains of crystals and precious gems, embedded and tucked away safely in the Earth, protected by the remoteness of the location. The light from all the stones was soft, yet iridescent, with gold, blue and green featuring predominantly. Dropping to her kneejoints next to a column of multi-coloured tourmaline and reverently running her fingers over the cool stone, Elita whispered softly to her mate, "It's like that abandoned quarry in Gygax, where you took me for one of our dates."
The Prime nodded, beaming happily at bringing a good memory to his mate.
"I found it wandering around after one of our battles. I didn't know how far I wandered until I ended up here. I come here often when I need to calm, relax, and think of you," Optimus said quietly, manoeuvring so he was sitting next to the pink plated femme.
"You're such a sweetie," Elita teased softly, not looking at him, but letting her optics rove around the veritable treasure trove of precious stones.
As her gaze rested on each stone; jade spires, columns of quartz, blocks of obsidian, and the occasional chunk of sapphire, ruby, or diamond, Elita felt more at peace. She mused aloud, "They are beautiful."
The Autobot leader's tone was loving as he replied, "Not as much as you."
Elita turned her helm, smiling softly at her love, feeling him thrum through her spark with renewed awareness. Hesitantly, she leaned her helm towards his, brushing her lips against his own, testing the waters. Optimus shuttered his optics and leaned forward. He wanted to feel her again, her pliant lips against his, the sweet smell of her plating. They lips fully melded…and it felt as if they hadn't been separated. Elita made a soft sound, moving her lips in tandem with his as they kissed before flicking her glossa against his top lip, asking for entrance. Optimus immediately opened for her, glossa's meeting for the first time in years. With uncharacteristically timid hands, he reached for her body and repositioned her so her helm wasn't to the side, placing her on his lap so she was facing him. Their lips re-connected, and re-kindled the passion that had lain dormant for so long.
Optimus let his touches be chaste, one large hand at the nape of her neck, stroking over the cables there, while the other settled on her waist, cupping the plating carefully. While being familiar, it also felt foreign to touch another after so long of avoiding any intimate touch. Her own, more delicate hands were not idle, exploring the lines and contours of his blocky semi alt-form with a soft grace in her movements that none other could compare to. Elita paid particular attention to his windshield, fingering the glass and tracing glyphs upon it.
And then a deep, gravelly voice, hard with sarcasm, ruined the moment.
"Oh, how sweet. The Autobot commander taking his bonded out on a date."
Both commanders broke from their embrace, and scrambled back, only to spin around to find the origin of that very horridly familiar sounding voice.
The voice…of Megatron.
A/N: This is supposed to be a one-shot, but I thought I'd release what I'd done so far anyway. (Just in case MissCHSparkles got back and I had NOTHING up *blush*) PLZ review!