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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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[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.]

[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.]

[Oh, oh. She's quite willingly going with everything he's doing, gasping as he spreads her legs and she's slid down his body.

Not caring that they're in the medibay, where someone could walk in on them right this moment, or quite remembering that her own armouring doesn't come off in the same... way as a Cybertronian's does.

Well she does remember that. Through her arousal addled systems.]

T... Trailcutter, I h-have to...

[Just going to have to move one of her hands from gripping at his chestplate down to her own hips, so she can make her crotch armour disengage and be much easier to remove. Especially for what's coming next.]

[If anyone walks in, they should be well prepared to see it, in his opinion. The whole world was affected, right?

It's hard to wait, with his systems so riled up, but he makes the best of it as he watches her remove that pelvic armour. It's enough time to let his own hatch release for his spike to come out.

And unsurprisingly, it's all ready to go. This would be so embarrassing to admit to at any time other than this...but Miria was willing, he was worked up, and it was just them.]

[Unless it's Ratchet, he'd just hose them down.

Hopefully the wait is worth it, as once she's removed that armour it is very, very obvious that she's ready. Like, one would have to be blind to not see how well... Wet she is.

And don't mind that pleased little gasp she makes when it's obvious that Trailcutter is just as ready.]

This, I...

[Oh she wants to say something but can't find the words, so just awkward muttering instead of you know.

Moving this to the next step.]

[True. Just...pray Ratchet's doing his own thing. Or someone. That could always help relieve the awkward. You can't blame them if you're doing the same thing, doc.

Eyes widen, finally sinking in just how this is happening, and just how ready Miria was. Had she...been this the whole time? He honestly didn't know what she saw in him, he wasn't anything special by his own standards. But then again, he wasn't the one where the verdict actually mattered.

He's about to stutter something out himself, but that would be overall redundant. Sometimes it's best to speak with actions, as his hands, now warm from his forcefield generators, scoop her up and place her gently on the spike.

Hoping this doesn't break her as he slowly tries to push himself in.]

[Don't worry, Trailcutter, she may be minibot sized but well... She has done this with a Cybertronian who is much bigger, so breaking is very unlikely.

And she looks like she wants to say more, but then he's moving her with his hands. Which are so warm and in a completely different way then the heat that the pollen has been causing, that she is completely focused on that even as she feels his spike pressing into her.

So the only sound she makes is a pleased moan, instead of anymore words, a loud one.]

[The moment he feels himself push inside her, it's enough to get his fans working as well. It's so much different than what he's ever been used to. Not to say that Trailcutter had done this very often--in fact, just the opposite. But that didn't mean this wasn't immensely different. The tightness is almost unbearable as he grips her, palms pressed into her as he tries to move her up and down.

It's staggered, as is his 'breathing' as he gets a rhythm going.

For as...sudden as this was, he can feel his head become a bit clearer. His 'sickness'? He'd certainly just found the cure.]

[Hey, he's probably done this more than Miria has. Well, before this whole situation that is. But that's something else to think about, and not important as she feels Trailcutter start to move her.

Oh no, no no. She is very much aware that he shouldn't have to do everything, so she'll try her best to bring her hands to rest on his abdomen so she can help with the movements. Trying to match his rhythm as best as she can.

And it's a very mutual cure as well. Not that she's in a state to mention that.]

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