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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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[Her presence was nothing more than a bump against his leg, and he has to admit, he jumps a little when he feels it. He's not SCARED, per say, but he did try and be subtle. Eyes dart down, widening under the visor...only to soften when he sees it's Miria.

Well, that was a sight for sore eyes.]

Miria?

What are you doing here?

[She could ask you the same question, dingus]

[Ahhhh he jumped! Which makes her flustered, even though it wasn't much of a jump.

Oh and he's asking her a question and she is pointedly looking at anything but him and...

Don't mind the fact that her eyes are sort of settled on the crotch area.]

Thi-- I ah, came to have a... A thing looked at.

[Fucking smooth, Miria.]

[M...Miria, his face is up here. Although her line of sight is kind of...well, it's certainly getting his attention. And it's heating up his systems something awful. More than using his forcefield to contain a missile.

Her line is...well delivered, at least.]

A thing?

I mean--you too?

[Look! She's trying, she's trying really hard to not just try and pin Trailcutter down and ride him like she stole him. It's just. Hard.

Also she did not mean any innuendo with her use of the word thing.]

Me too?

Ah-- Yes?

[His plating shifts, obviously feeling his systems heating up--JUST FROM TALKING TO HER. It's a little concerning, because...

Well.

Miria's not exactly Cybertronian. So why is this even..?]

I've...I'm having problems too. You know...internal problems.

[He's horny.]

Oh, then Trai-- You should see a medic.

[Woosh goes any other meaning to what Trailcutter has said, even while her own systems are starting to give her signals to just stop talking.]

Ah. Do.

Do you want me to go with you?

[He's about to say no--he wouldn't want to hog up her time with something like THIS. First Aid probably should be the first to see this, and it wouldn't be anything but awkward.

But.]

If..you want. I could use some moral support.

{What is his brain saying.]

I could go with you too--I mean, if you wanted, yeah?

I... I would like that.

[It's a bit of a surprise to herself when she says that, but it's a nice one.

That and it's not like she has anything better to do, so doing-- GOING with Trailcutter is better then nothing.]

We should, ah... Find one. A medic.

[Awkward.]

Yeah. Find...medic.

[Why does he suddenly sound like he's lost any ability to word? His systems are heating up more than he's willing to admit, but it's getting harder and harder to do that when...well, everytime he looks at her he seems to feel a jolt in his systems.

What the hell...]

Actually. I need to sit down.

[Oh no, he needs to sit? Is he that bad off?!

Hope he won't mind, she's just gonna reach out to touch him as a way to try and help... And not because she really really wants to touch him.

Too bad her systems aren't really made for telling her a single thing about this, cause everything is coming up all clear on her end. When really it's not.]

Th... Then let's f-find a seat.

[Why stuttering, stop that.]

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.

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.]

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.

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.]

[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.

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.]

[He notices her fidgeting, and offers to help sit her next to him.]

You came to the hospital too right...? Get off your feet a moment, maybe it'll help.

[Oh, okay. That offer is so totally taken, just don't mind is she's sitting a bit close.]

Ah, yes. And... thank you.

[THEN AGAIN the sitting isn't helping because she is next to Trailcutter and he is incredibly, what is the word? Handsome at this moment.

So there is way more fidgeting from her, whoops.]

[Yeah, he's having similar thoughts. In fact, it's kind of jarring--he'd never thought that about anyone (He'd been too drunk to really notice half the time). And Miria of all people...

His fingers tap on the side of the area he's sitting at, unable to take his eyes off her.]

Miria I...

[He stops, as if second guessing this.]

Yes?

[There is... excitement? In her voice, as she looks up at him. Also her fidgeting has gotten worse.

Since she's pressing her legs together and has her hands pressed between them as well.]

This is going to sound really stupid but...

[Is he asking this, is he really going to?]

Can I just...try something?

[If Miria had a heart it would have skipped a beat just at what that something could be.

Heck, even without the pollen effects her answer would still be the same.]

Yes, you can.

[At her affirmation, he slowly bends down, two fingers outstretched as he places them on her chin, tilting her up ever so slightly.

There's a moment of hesitation, as if he might back out.

But he sighs, leaning more in as his lips press to hers. He didn't know why, but he's been holding back that for the past ten minutes.

And that's all he needed. Actually, he wanted more, but that was exactly what the doctor ordered.]

[Honestly she wasn't sure what she was expecting, as she sharply inhales as soon as his fingers touch her chin. Even him simply doing that sent a charge through her frame.

But then he is leaning in and kissing her, and any tension that she had been holding in just melts away. As she tries to kiss back even a little bit, even if it's awkward as all get out.

And right at this moment everything is great, sex pollen be damned.]

[His lips massage against hers gently, a little too experienced at this to rightfully admit. Although this was the first time he was kissing someone so much smaller than him.

It didn't make a difference. It still made his spark surge in ways he hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe it's his sobriety, or maybe not...but right now...

He just wants this.

The best part? She's kissing back, and his hands wrap around her to keep her there for as long as she'll stay.]

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