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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[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.

[system_dp]

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.

[system_dp]

"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.

[imatruck]

"It's cool...just uh...you're not dyin' right?"

The rumble of his engines and the heat soaking off his frame says different, but he's still asking.

But no, touching's fun.

[system_dp]

"I am very sure that dying does not feel like this," she replies, before finally noticing the heat coming from Grimlock and the rumbling. Yanno, over how him poking at her is making her feel.

"... Is Grimlock alright?"

[imatruck]

"Uh yeah...like I said," he huffs, shimmying with his growing discomfort.

"Think I caught what you caught."

[system_dp]

Miria makes a very quiet 'oh' at that. Give her a moment because maybe, just maybe, she's going to suggest something crazy here.

"Would Gr-- you like to ah," how to word this?

"Have me help you?"

[imatruck]

What's guilt? What's decency? All those went out the window--well, Grimlock had little decency to start.

He shakes his head furiously. He thinks he knows what she's getting at, "Yeah yeah...I'm startin' to get uncomfortable."

[system_dp]

Miria tends to feel all those things after doing what, well, she's suggesting they do. (Just ask Pipes!) So she is going to shift and wriggle a bit to make this easier.

"So, um... Here?" Grimlock may have to take some sort of a lead here, since she's still a bit new to what is and is not okay to do in this situation.

[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.

[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..."

[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.