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

[lifepersists]

...Makes sense on why he couldn't find it. On a cybertronian, ports were more common on the head and neck since it was a more direct route to the brain. Honestly, at this point he was uncertain if Miria's brain was in her head. Or may she didn't have one?

"Oh, thank you..."

This was awkward, he leans over her, takes her wrist, and then gently slides the plug home into the port. Without much further hesitation, he starts to run his system diagnostic program.

[system_dp]

She has a brain!!! Well okay, she has a computer type thing that works as a brain, also made by humans. They probably though her having to plug into things via her head was creepy, also the wrist means if something attacks her while she's gathering data she can quickly disconnect without too much damage.

And First Aid running that diagnostic is certainly weird for Miria, and her systems are pinging all green. No issues on the purely mechanical front, but if that scan can say. Pick up on the fact that she's a muddle of confused emotions and not actually knowing what she's feeling is something that folks with a sex drive can feel and normal, at least in cases that aren't caused by stupid flowers, then maybe the scan won't be a fruitless attempt at figuring out what's going on.

[imatruck]

There's a chance Grim's in for an emotional hangover. For now, he's just content to go along with her naughty wriggling.

He shakes his head, taking the lead for the little bot as he points to his black crotch plate. "Right here..."

[system_dp]

She nods, letting Grimlock know that okay she's got it. She totally knows what she's doing here, totally, as she just reached out to touch his plating.

It's a bit of a hesitant touch, because she really has no idea if she's doing it right but hey! Gotta pay him back for the touching he did on her.

[imatruck]

Ok, he's gonna let Miria handle this, totally. She's the expert it seems, he doesn't question it.

And the lightest of touches win a shudder and sigh from him. He arranges himself so she has more access to his...parts.

[system_dp]

This can only end badly now. Especially since she pulls away at him moving, worried that maybe she hurt him. But the fact that he didn't make a bad sound...

She's just going to keep touching him there.

[lifepersists]

The mechanical readout is odd considering the physical symptoms Miria is seeing, especially when he can feel the heat coming off her against his plating. First Aid starts to dig a little deeper, checks her emotional log files, and then unplugs with a harsh vent.

He'd be more embarrassed if he hadn't dealt with similar scenarios with young MTOs, but usually he wasn't holding back his own interface hatch from opening when he was dealing with that.

"Miria, you don't have to answer this question if you're not comfortable, but are you sexually active?"

[system_dp]

Her 'breathing' had quickened during all that, and didn't slow even after First Aid unplugged. She has to think on the question as she let's her arm drop back down to her side.

She knows what those two words mean, although sexually she only knows in the most dictionary like way, but no idea what they mean together.

"I... do not know what that means?" In other words, First Aid, she's about as sexually active as a table.

[imatruck]

He groans, now leaning back into his arms while he enjoys the treatment from the little mech.

He feels a pressure in his stomach and loins. Something wanted out, he knows that.

[system_dp]

Miria is completely unaware of anything of Grimlock's that wants out, as she blushes at hearing that groan from the larger robot.

She'll just keep up that touching and rubbing, while her own systems are heating up once more.

[imatruck]

Grim lets her know she's doing a good job as he pants like a hungry beast more.

All that touching's bound to do something. Cause and effect. And because of said touch, his crotch plate finally retracts, allowing air for his more...private processes.

"...that's new."

[system_dp]

Well, that's a thing.

A big thing. Which makes Miria stop with the touching, because this is beyond what she knows. Then again what she knows is not much.

"Ah... um."

[imatruck]

Grim shifts in his own lap, uncomfortable by how awkward his actions have made this.

"It's ok...I just really liked that touch..."

[gimmicky]

[He shakes his head, eventually working himself into a sitting position on a nearby bench]

That's okay.

[Sort of. He has no idea what has him so hot and bothered. Little does he know...]

Just don't leave. I just need a minute.

[system_dp]

"Oh ah... Should I do more?" She asks. still not making a move.

More or less because she's not sure what to do next.

[system_dp]

I ah... I won't. L-leave.

[He's sitting, which is good. But she's standing and still feeling off.]

Is... is there anything I can do, other than stay?

[She's trying to not fidget, or press her legs together in some hope to ease the heat.]

[imatruck]

Grimlock thinks for a minute because this is new for him as well. The bot slowly nods his head.

"Yeah...keep goin'. Please."

[system_dp]

"Alright."

Miria is just now going to cautiously get back to the touching. Although she's not as, determined? as she was before.

[imatruck]

He huffs, finding he's much more sensitive than when she just touched his plate. But he notices Miria losing her zest for touching him.

"...you ok down there?"

[system_dp]

It's not really zest being lost but more with things exposed down there she's having a very very hard time focusing. And now questions.

"Y-yes. I am fine."

[imatruck]

Grimlock is just brimming with obtuseness. It happens when being felt up in the spike region.

"Well uh, you sure you don't need more..." finger wagging.

[system_dp]

"Ah..." God, she does. She wants to be touched and maybe more than that, since it seems to help with the whole.

You know.

"Yes."

[imatruck]

Yes is a good answer. Course how he goes about doing that...

"Maybe I could touch you like I did..." pause, "But with this."

It's obvious what 'this' is.

[system_dp]

Yeah, it very obvious what 'this' is. She's got her hands on it and it's kind of hard to miss, all things considered. Of course the main concern here is...

"But it's, ah. Big." Miria isn't super tiny, being closer to ten feet tall but certainly smaller than Grimlock.

[imatruck]

He does notice their size difference which is pretty big, considering bots and robots. Their conundrum is a bit of a brain scratcher.

"So?" he shrugged, "Ain't like I gotta shove it in ya..." Oh Grim sweet summer child.