This is a catch-all post.

[system_dp]

Who: Miria and whoever. [Open-ish]
Where: VARIOUS
When: Over the course of the sex pollen event, duh.
What: A robot learns how to love. via dickings.
Warnings: Smut, awkwardness. Possibly awkward smut.


[Medibay]
The newest, Miria would guess, changes to Cybertron had been interesting, but she didn't consider any of them dangerous. Not even the weird fox-like creatures, or the new flora. Then again she very rarely considered a lot of things here dangerous, so there is that.

But after a while she started to not feel... Right. And while her systems were not giving her any kind of errors or signs she was in need of seeing a medic? The Earth-made robot was heading right to the medical facility to see if one of the medics could fix this.

That and her leg, from her fight with Sentinel that happened a while ago. Why yes, she didn't get that fixed. Shut up.


[Anywhere Else - State when and where please.]
After what happened before? Miria is just going to wander and try to just keep to herself or maybe seek out the few friends she does have here. Either way, she's easy to run into.

Comments

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Your thing.

"... Sex," she mutters the one word, correcting Pipes while moving her hands back on his chestplate. And, well, she's going to start moving her hips again because damn the heat came back even in that brief pause.

[lifepersists]

Normally, First Aid had a pretty healthy libido, though he kept his personal life completely separate from his professional. The medical bay wasn't really the place to fool around, and it wasn't especially difficult for him to keep his mind off sex while he was on shift.

He knew something was wrong the moment his charge built enough to be distracting, the heat pooling between his legs and making him want to press it into the edge of a table or take a buffer and set it on low and settle down in a closet. That was very, very unusual for him.

First Aid could maybe blame it on being lonely. He missed Sixshot. He missed Trailcutter. His spark ached every time he thought about them. But that was sadness, and it's been a long time since he was able to or even wanted to jerk off when he was sad.

He's a bit distracted when Miria comes in, his visor dim, and he doesn't see her until he decides to find some chilled energon to try and cool his straining systems. First Aid doesn't startle, but he bumps into her.

"Oh, Miria!" He sounds surprised. It's been a while. He gives her a quick once over, not noting anything particular serious needing immediate repair. "Sorry about that. I was just going to get energon. Do you need help?"

[planate]

"Uh huh."

Yep. That's what's happening. She's moving again, so. Glad to have that solved.

After a moment, Pipes finally seems to figure out her pattern and moves his hips with hers. Fuck yeah. LEARNING.

[system_dp]

WHY IS SHE BUMPING INTO SO MANY PEOPLE? Probably because she is smaller than most, being less than ten feet tall, and also way way way too hot. But hey! She found a medic, and it's one she actually knows and kind of trusts.

Just don't notice the fact that she appears to be able to blush.

"Ah This Un--I am having some issues," she replies, fidgeting. "My systems are expelling heat but my internal scans are not showing any issues."

A brief pause as she let's out a sigh, her way of trying to vent excess heat. Oh right the other thing too.

"Also I have an injury to one leg after engaging in a brief combat situation some time ago."

[lifepersists]

"Heat but no interal issues," First Aid repeats thoughtfully, musing over known illnesses or parasites that could fool the internal readings. Miria isn't cybertronian though, so he doesn't rule it out being something he has no idea on.

"Right, let's get you on a table and take a look at you. How long have you been walking on an injured leg?"

Primus, maybe he should get Ratchet to do this instead. He's not sure if he can focus on a repair. Right, energon. That would help. He could get that and then hopefully that will do the trick. First, getting Miria on a table.

He takes her hand in his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, then motions to one of the slabs.

"Take your pick. We don't have any patients staying at the moment."

[system_dp]

Thank goodness, while it's arousing as fuck her having to do all the work? Pipes finally making his own moves helps.

A lot, considering she's letting out a pleased moan. And Pipes will start to feel that she's certainly tight around him with each hip movement.

[system_dp]

Miria would answer First Aid's question about her leg but he's taken her hand. She freezes up and it's only the squeeze that gets her to move, although she does stumble a bit before getting herself up onto one of the open medical tables.

"Ah... Um, it has been about," she tilts her head in thought. "Three months?"

Why yes, she's neglected her care for three months. Really it's because of the heat and the... Wow she never noticed how nice First Aid looks, or that he has a very nice grip with his hands until now. Gah, no this is a medical thing. Focus on being repaired.

[lifepersists]

"Three months?"

Why was it so hard for people to take care of themselves here? The medical bay was open for a reason!

First Aid huffs from exasperation, but venting out the hot air helped him concentrate a bit. He helps her further onto the table, moving her to a laying position, his hands gentle over her skin. Touching her really wasn't helping; he never really looked at Miria in that way before, but isn't unappealing now.

"I need to-- I need to get a cool drink, and then I can work on you."

He takes his hands away with some reluctance.

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"Is that an issue?"

Because it wasn't one for her! And she rarely went out of her way for repairs back in her own world because well, there were more pressing matters at hand! Anyway, First Aid will find no resistance to getting Miria to lay down and being touched. Although she is most certainly warmer then one would expect, and her frame shakes a little under his hands.

"That... that is fine. You are the medic, this u-- I trust you."

Although she felt a lot better when he was touching her so when he takes his hands away? She lets out the smallest of sounds, she's not even aware she made it either.

[gimmicky]

That's...that's a good idea.

[The touch doesn't help, not in the way that he thinks. It's a good feeling, yeah, but is it HELPING? Maybe not. He quickly looks for a seat, soon finding one to fall onto and slump, eyes wide with...

something.

Shock?]

Miria? Something's wrong with me.

[system_dp]

Sh... Should I go find a medic then?

[He was sitting but something is wrong and she doesn't know what to do. And oddly enough being worried for Trailcutter is enough of distraction from her own growing arousal.

And she's got a hand on him still. Whoops.]

[gimmicky]

No...

[He doesn't know why he said that. Of COURSE he wanted a medic. But...he wanted something else too.]

I'll be fine. I think...

[He looks at her, giving a smile.]

You're here.

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Me?

[She feels hot, too hot, when he smiles at her.]

A-ah but I am not a...

[Not a medic. But something clicks on her end and she's just going to duck her head because maybe. Just maybe.

She has some clue.]

[planate]

He has literally no basis for tightness levels, so he doesn't really think anything of it. The important thing is they are both enjoying it.

She made the noise again! He's totally got this down. He tries another thrust, this time making a bit more of an effort.

[system_dp]

Hell yeah, effort. Effort will get Pipes far with Miria in this situation because she has just as much basis for this as he does.

And hey, the longer this goes the louder she gets. So Pipes must be doing something right.

[planate]

Good, good.

He does it a few more times, seeing as it seems to be the Correct Thing To Do. That and it feels pretty good, too. Is this what the pollen wants? Better this than sacrifices to Unicron, he supposes.

Look at that, he can't help letting a little moan out himself! Gosh, this is so educational.

[system_dp]

Sexducational, everybody learns. Via boners.

Oh boy, Pipes' moan seems to just set something off in Miria too. Because she's now gonna just, kiss his face plate once more while riding him like her life depends on it.

[planate]

Oh, my.

He's still not sure why people keep trying to kiss his faceplate, but whatever. His hands move up to cup her head gently.

That works, right.

[system_dp]

It certainly does work.

And the kissing happens because kissing is nice, gosh Pipes get with it. Also it means that Miria isn't being quite so loud, especially since she's getting very very close to well.

A very happy ending.

[planate]

Oh, he knows it's a good thing. Part of him wishes he could smooch back. Oh well.

Pipes is close too, though he's not actually aware that he is. Someone's about to be shocked at the amount of liquid shooting everywhere!

[system_dp]

That's okay Pipes, Miria will smooch enough for the both of you. Although the smooching has to stop because well.

Yep, she just came with a slight cry of his name. Dick game too bomb, Pipes.

[planate]

Goodness!

For a moment, he worries she's calling out because he hurt her somehow. Then he overloads, and his thought process goes a bit awry as a huge shiver runs through his frame. Then he cycles his vents heavily for a few moments and shakes his head.

Alright. He's fine.

"I..." Wow, okay. Maybe not. He huffs a few more times. "Wow. I mean. Are you okay? Wow. Uh."

[imatruck]

"Yeah um..."

The more he sees here shiver, the more he gets encouraged to poke at her. The more he feels he might need whatever she's having.

"I think I'm catchin' whatever you caught..."

[system_dp]

Words. They're certainly not coming (heh) from Miria at the moment. Considering the only sounds coming from her now is her panting, and hopefully Pipes doesn't have his hands near what bits of her armour is still on, because she's venting out hot air that way as well.

Really she's just going to collapse onto Pipes for now. She may need more than a moment to get herself back to usefulness.

[system_dp]

"I... I am sorry?"

Because that seems to be the right thing to say, even as he keeps touching and making her squirm. Maybe, maybe one of them needs to make a move.

That isn't touching.