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.

Comments

[gimmicky]

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.

[system_dp]

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.]

[gimmicky]

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.

[system_dp]

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.]

[gimmicky]

[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.

[system_dp]

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.]

[gimmicky]

[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.

[system_dp]

[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.]

[gimmicky]

[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.]

[system_dp]

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.]

[gimmicky]

This is going to sound really stupid but...

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

Can I just...try something?

[system_dp]

[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.

[gimmicky]

[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.]

[system_dp]

[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.]

[gimmicky]

[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.]

[system_dp]

[Somewhere, somehow, Miria's metal panties would be dropping. Fortunately it's only metaphorical right now. (or maybe unfortunately for both of them.)

She's not sure what to do, other then what she is already doing, and whatever Trailcutter will do.

Which is to wrap his hands around her, which makes her whole body shake with excitement, and she is most certainly not going to leave. Not now.]

[gimmicky]

[Holding her soon turns to picking her up, as his body leans back against the wall the bench is in front of, her practically on his chestplate as he continues.

She's not pulling away, and she's not protesting it either. Maybe it was a sliver of optimism..but.]

I feel better...

[Sort of, now he was just more excited. But he feels like he's found the solution.]

Do you...like this too?

[system_dp]

[Why would she even do any of that, to pull away from him would be so wrong.

In her mind, even without the outside influences, Trailcutter is pretty fucking awesome.]

I... yes, please do not stop.

[Being practically on top of him is not helping at all.]

[gimmicky]

[Miria, you are probably alone in thinking that. Because even without his self-esteem, everyone has been pretty mundane to him. It's just not something he ever considered.

Being desirable that is. Let alone by...her.


But with the pollen in his systems, he's not thinking about that, pulling her back into that kiss as his fingers run up her body, just...studying it .

Noticing what gets a reaction.]

[system_dp]

[Never let her know about that, because Miria would do her darnest to prove that wrong!!

Oh but now there is kissing again, she's good with doing that. Although Trailcutter's wandering fingers earn some surprised and pleased sounds.

And that whole shaking with excitement thing is back too.]

[gimmicky]

[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.

And see if she'd push him away.]

[system_dp]

[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...

There is no pushing him away.]

[gimmicky]

[That sound. Why did it sound so...lovely? It's hard to distinguish it as something he wants to hear more, but the way his hands stroke there, cupping one of her thighs with his palm while the other wraps around her waist...

How does he say this...]

M..Miria?

Is this alright?

[Does she even know what he's asking? He's not asking for the kiss, after all.

But permission.]

[system_dp]

[Well, before she can answer him she makes that sound once more as she has her own hands gripping at his chest plate. And of course she knows what he's asking, and her answer shouldn't be too surprising either.]

Yes, it... It's alright, Trailcutter.

[The words escape her with another pleasured moan, she's this far gone and really all that's been done is kissing and touching.]

[gimmicky]

[It doesn't take long to translate. Her tone, even without the pollen affecting him, says enough. His weight shifts, though, scooting himself up as he takes a soft intake of air. It's not needed, obviously, but he's trying to calm his ventilation.

Because she just said yes.

Fingers dip between her legs again to spread them, eyes flickering behind that visor and keep composure. His plating heats up, sliding her down to his abdomen before stopping her. The plating in his hips starting to slide.]