[Anytime his fingers say, brushed against a part of her armour that is also a part of her jet mode? It twitches slightly under his touch, even as her own frame feels like every single touch is sending the greatest feeling ever throughout her.
Now if Trailcutter had also made his thoughts known, Miria would be able to answer him. Since she has been with a few other Cybertronians, in the Biblical sense, before now.
But he's not, and another shiver runs through her frame at his fingers brushing against the insides of her legs. And a small cry of pleasure does escape her but...
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Now if Trailcutter had also made his thoughts known, Miria would be able to answer him. Since she has been with a few other Cybertronians, in the Biblical sense, before now.
But he's not, and another shiver runs through her frame at his fingers brushing against the insides of her legs. And a small cry of pleasure does escape her but...
There is no pushing him away.]