[He doesn't stop, his fingers going over every curve and bend of her body as she lies on top of him, just getting a feel of her. She was so delicate, so small.
And yet, the thoughts crossing his mind...
The way his body feels--what it WANTS to do.
He couldn't, could he? How could he even ask her? His fingers slip to her legs, brushing against the insides of them, wondering if she had the same sensitive areas that Cybertronians had.
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And yet, the thoughts crossing his mind...
The way his body feels--what it WANTS to do.
He couldn't, could he? How could he even ask her? His fingers slip to her legs, brushing against the insides of them, wondering if she had the same sensitive areas that Cybertronians had.
And see if she'd push him away.]