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.

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"N-no thank y--" Ack, face full of flowers. At least she doesn't have allergies or can sneeze, so she just sort of awkwardly takes the flowers since it doesn't seem like she has a choice here.

And... awkward silence now.

[imatruck]

Grimlock suddenly feels as if he was put on the spot, like he forgot something obvious. He just politely kneels down to her level, hands on his knees.

"So what'd ya think? I unno about you, but I think I got some kind of bug from 'em, but it ain't too bad.

But you're a different kind of robot so you don't hafta worry about it!"

[system_dp]

Ahahahahaha a bug. Oh boy, what Grimlock doesn't know. As Miria feels flush once again. A feeling she is starting to get used to and partially understand what it means by now.

"This U-- I still intake air for the purpose of cooling my systems down," she responds, while not making eye contact. And fidgeting.

[imatruck]

You could fill a military-grade supecomputer with what Grimlock doesn't know. The dinobot sees that she's acting weird again.

"But that's like a vacuum gettin' sick from a Cybertronian bug it just doesn--hey, you're actin' kind of weird..."

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"I am running optimally!" Miria blurts that out at Grimlock mentioning that she's acting weird, as she's just going to stand up now. Which is a bad idea because her knees are feeling weak and...

Whelp, she's kind of falling right onto Grimlock now. Or the ground if no attempts to catch her are made.

[imatruck]

Whoops, running Optimus or not, Grimlock isn't about to let this little robot fall over. He extends his hands to stop her fall.

"I don't think that's ok..." he mused, "You really are sick...guess this plant's stronger than I thought..."

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Noooo, noooo. Touching is bad, at least now it is, as as soon as he has a hold of her she let's out a needy whine.

"I am fine," she mutters, doing her best to push herself out of Grimlock's hold. "But I do believe I should be alone now. I am sorry."

Look, she wants to do her best to not have sex with everyone she runs into. This plan is failing horribly.

[imatruck]

Fine doesn't equal to whining and doing other weird stuff, according to Grimlock. Ok he's not the best at math, but he knows what's two plus two, ok.

"Why do you need to be alone?" He tries to pick her up.

"Least I can do is take you to the med-whatever."

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"B-because! I just n-need..."

Oh, he's picking her up. Why is he picking her up, don't pick her up, her body feels hotter somehow.

"I do not need the medics, just."

Gosh why is it so hard to put this into words? She blames Grimlock for this.

[imatruck]

"What what?!"

His hand picked up the heat just as easily as he body. Strange how...right it felt to him.

"You need some fruit?"

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"No!"

She snaps, showing more emotion with that one word then she has in her whole life. She would go to push off of him as well but, well.

She kind of, leans into his hand instead.

[imatruck]

Grimlock jolts, shocked by her sudden huge no. He doesn't let go of her, quite the opposite.

Rather something in him gives in when she starts leaning into his hand. Experimenting, he gently touches her, side-eying her.

"Somethin's wrong..."

[system_dp]

Miria sighs when he touches her, a sigh of relief really. That gentle touch is a slight relief to the heat that is building inside her, but so very very slight.

"I am fine, nothing is wrong, Grimlock."

Even though right now she is so turned on. Stupid flowers.

[imatruck]

"Yeah, you look a lot better now..."

It's like his touch did something to her. Cause and effect, how does it work?

Obviously this hypothesis can only be tested by touching her more.

[system_dp]

Another sigh at the continued touching, as she leans into it.

If Miria was a bit more in her right mind she would be surprised by how just being touched is arousing her. But hey, she's not going to complain.

Because this is helping.

[imatruck]

This is sure doing something right. In fact his finger just keeps worming into Miria.

Worrying his lower lip, Grim finds himself to rub her with more than just a light touch.

It's wrong but...somehow it makes his own wooziness better.

[system_dp]

He may have a bit of a time touching anything more intimate, since Miria is still armoured, but hey. What Grimlock is doing is getting her to make some interesting sounds.

"This is... N-nice."

[imatruck]

There's just something so engrossing about touching, petting the bot. He just watches her move and make those noises. Obviously he should keep going.

"Uh...yeah...nice..." his voice comes out distracted and husky, "Glad I can help..."

He wanted to do something more, but what it was? He couldn't tell.

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Noises and squirming, good job Grimlock. Since she doesn't give another verbal reply, instead letting out one last needy whine.

And then looking very very embarrassed because well.

Good job, Grimlock. Just touching her and she's already peaked.

[imatruck]

As he keeps touching her, Grimlock just watches in quiet fascination. At least until he hears her sudden peak.

Surprised he stops, confused.

"Uh...what happened?"

Not that he's willing to stop, he's getting hot now.

[system_dp]

Sorry, the only reply she's able to give him is something akin to panting, as she squeezes her legs together and tries to not make eye contact.

All in an awful attempt to hide the fact that she just came, and that there is some liquid leaking from around the armour that covers her crotch.

[imatruck]

Too late, Grimlock spotted it. In fact, he prods it with his free hand.

"Hey uh...you're leaking. That ain't good...maybe you do need a medic...or somethin'..."

He's still playing gentle with the bot. He's not sure why, other than the hot rumbling in his engine.

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"N-no, I am f-fine."

The prodding isn't helping, she's still sort of keyed up, hot and bothered. Miria's whole frame shakes as well. She has yet to notice that maybe, just maybe, Grimlock might need an actual answer here.

Give her a moment.

"It... it is not anything b-bad."

[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]

"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.