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| Jumpercablebabe | 10 May 2016, 08:45 PM Post #16 |
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There was immediate worry as Brainstorm fell off the bed. Not having the ability to lift him back up felt terrible, leaving Aid to just slightly lean to get a good view over the side of the berth. Soon enough his knuckles were kissed, pressing to the curves and tubing on Brainstorm's cheek. He shuttered, Exventing softly. "I don't think Ambulon would want to see me like that. This isn't the ambulon I've known for millions of years. I, this Ambulon is almost a stranger to me. Bittersweet, familiar stranger." Sure, it wasn't his Ambulon, but it was a Ambulon. At the very least he'd love to just talk to Ambulon, it wouldn't remove the flame he still held for his Ambulon but least there would be something new to ease the pain. If he played his cards right theyd hopefully at the least become friends. It's all first aid could actually want from his primus blessed second chance. "I'd rather not openly give Ambulon reason to not want to talk with me. Ordinarily I'd be into the whole 'trying not to get caught' thing but, honestly, not... Not with Ambulon around." No. He'd save the almost getting caught antics for when him and Rodimus would sneak around the ship to try and find some space. Their whole relationship, lack of a relationship, whatever it is they had was based on keeping things under wraps. Well the whole thing wasn't based off the excitement of getting caught or put on display, it was about how he'd grown so close to Rodimus under such little time. Thankfully Rodimus held mutual feelings towards aid, making his spark at ease. "I know I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, but Brainy..." That last bit was, a little gay. Touching and sweet, but it was still pretty gay. "... Can you join me back up here? Please? Though the hand holding is nice, I'd like to keep doing that. Anything to hold something not a data pad. I'm so tired of just looking at these reports over and over." |
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| Deleted User | 10 May 2016, 10:25 PM Post #17 |
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"I was, uh, teasing. Sorry." Brainstorm answered, his chin resting on the edge of the berth. He was pretty awful at this, all things considered though he could be worse. "Sorry." Apologies, primus, hopefully that wasn't too much? He was being honest. He knew First Aid appreciated attention, he just wanted Aid to know that it wasn't just attention. He really did care. The way First Aid had phrased before, like it was one sided, like he was okay with being used. Brainstorm wasn't okay with that. Brainstorm climbed back up onto the berth, settling back down with a sigh. He took Aid's servo between his own, rubbing at the joints with a subtle frown. What could he say to get First Aid to understand? Maybe there wasn't anything he could say. Nothing he could do. The absolute most he could do is be here, make sure Aid knew he wasn't alone. "I'm working on a procedure to reverse engineer the effects of the enigma. To see if we can't send anyone that wants to go home home." It was unpsoken that Ambulon might be among those that want to go home. With what he left behind Brainstorm wouldn't be surprised. Disappointed, yeah, but that was assuming that the reversal would work. He wasn't alone, there were other scientists that could throw in their effort, Nautica, Perceptor too, and now they had Wheeljack. Progress was coming along but Brainstorm wasn't sure if he wanted this project to succeed. "Whatever happens, don't forget you have friends here. Friends that aren't going anywhere." Brainstorm's optics briefly looked up to Aid's face. He knew First Aid wasn't alone, not ever really, but there was little doubt in his mind that Aid probably felt alone more often than not. Brainstorm squeezed First Aid's servo, briefly. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 11 May 2016, 03:21 AM Post #18 |
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It wasn't that First Aid was surprised by the news, in fact he expected something like this to eventually come across, but it wasn't the news he had wanted to hear. He had tried to keep his cool, his em field faltering between sorrow and that calming front he always held for patients. He couldn't keep up the act, perhaps if he weren't injured he'd been able to but... Bottom lip wobbling, Aid tugged his arm away from brainstorm, bending his elbow over his face in attempt to hide. Biting down on his lower lip, at first he had grown silent, sides from the slight rattling in his chest. Thick streams of optic fluid poured down his cheeks. It was an internal battle, one that made First Aid feel terrible. This wasn't his Ambulon. He was getting attached to someone that wasn't even his. And it was the sharpest pain he'd ever experienced, hitting him hard. He knew it was greedy and selfish to want him to stay, to want Ambulon to want him. All First Aid had truly wanted was a second chance, he'd thought this would be it. Greedy and selfishness. Those were the two traits First Aid would use to describe himself whenever he was asked. Typically they were the last words anyone would ever say, but he was his own worst critic. Being vulnerable and dependent weren't things Aid was good at. Since Ambulon's death Aid had become more distant and cut off from the rest of the crew. It wasn't intentional, it was just harder to fake happiness at times, as it was unbecoming of a medic to be weak and in need of help. Wiping his face off with one had, he was still sloppy with optic fluids. Twisting his body to face Brainstorn, in hopes the other would maybe embrace him, his arm did not like the strain of being tugged forwards. "Ah, ah, ah!" A little too quickly and he was flat back on the mattress, pulling his free arm to massage the weld at his shoulder, the direct injury. At least he was lying down, but his medication was starting to wear thin, making that tug more painful than it needed to feel right now. "What am I doing wrong?" He gave brainstorm a scared look coupled with a nervous laugh, hand coming back up to try and contain the sudden water works. "I want his happiness more than my own, I truly do, but it hurts so much to know I'll never get a chance to fix things or, or..." Or to be happy. Sure, he had Rodimus. And he was quickly in deep with the fiery mech. But that was to remain secret. Not something he could openly disclose. Still, those strong arms of his would feel so comforting around his frame right now, the low rumble of his engine. He resisted shooting the captain a comm, wanting the embrace but not wanting to be seen in such a weakened stated. Brainstorm of all mechs should understand this raw pain. Wanting to get his way and make things right, even if it was selfish. "M-medic's shouldn't be this selfish, I, I..." He needed to calm down. Taking a deep inward vent, a hot puff as it all came out. Repeating it a few times, he finally started to calm down, face still damp. Wiping his servo off on the sheets, aid worked its way back into Brainstorm's grip. "S-sorry for my outburst I, ah... Ah... I'm really not ready to face any of this..." Aid gave a faint tug. "C-can you fix my arm, it's pinching rather painfully... And, would you please just... Don't leave me right now, please? I prom-promise to calm down..." |
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| Deleted User | 11 May 2016, 03:59 AM Post #19 |
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Brainstorm had expected that reaction for the most part. He was never prepared for when First Aid really started crying though. It was hard to watch, harder still to help. Would it be enough? Having friends? The pain would persist, Brainstorm didn't doubt it, but how could he help numb it? How could he help tide it over, if even just a little so First Aid could have some sort of reprieve? He steeled himself, sliding off of the berth and carefully, so carefully, Brainstorm repositioned First Aid so he could slip in behind the medic. Mindful of arms and slings when he situated First Aid in his lap, supporting First Aid's injured arm with his own so it was cradled closer. There was no straining this way, and First Aid wouldn't have to hide his face. Brainstorm exvented weakly into First Aid's shoulder, his spark tugging in an uncomfortable way. "Is this okay?" He meant it in both ways. Was this too close? Was anything hurting? Anything he could help with? Brainstorm leaned back the slightest bit so First Aid was reclined some. He idly swung a pede that hung off of the side of the berth to disperse some of that nervous energy, some of the pent up frustration. "You're more than a medic, Aid." Brainstorm didn't think he could say much more, he couldn't push his vocalizer into cooperation. First Aid was so much more than he credited himself for, and Brainstorm had said it so many times now that he'd reasoned First Aid just didn't understand. He just couldn't see it. "I promise I won't leave." First Aid probably heard the strain in his vocalizer that time, the shift in his em field. He cared so much more than First Aid probably knew. Brainstorm tried to relay it in his field, tried to let First Aid know without words. There was nobody to blame, not First Aid, not Ambulon. As much as he wished that it could be as easy blaming Ambulon, Ambulon hadn't asked to come here. He didn't choose to leave his gestalt or the life he had behind. He couldn't blame Ambulon for the trauma First Aid had experienced. But he couldn't let First Aid blame himself, he wouldn't. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 11 May 2016, 06:31 AM Post #20 |
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Even as the tears stopped rolling, the sorrow still lingered. There were so many things that were frustrating him, hurting him, and yet... And yet there was never any outlet to relieve the pressure it caused him. Crying was the only relief Aid ever got, and more often than not it simply gave him a processor ache more than anything else. Having brainstorm scoot behind him was both a blessing and a curse. It was comfortable, supporting his arm and giving him that close feeling his spark ached for. But now he couldn't look at Brainstorm. Maybe, maybe it was better to not look at brainstorm. Not while he was crying like this. The exhaustion really showed in his face, dragging him. "This is fine. More than fine. Thank you for supporting my arm, a-and for holding me like th-SZZTT" His vocalizer got stuck, forcing him to reset it so to not repeat that terribly staticky noise. Sitting like this, Aid realized just how small he was compared to the jet. Small and bulky. "It is such a lousy feeling... This whole situation is a lousy situation. It's not fair to anyone and someone always gets hurt... I suppose I'd rather be the one to carry the burden than anyone else. Ironic how I hoped and I cried, I prayed and I begged to get one more chance to see him again and... And this happens. It's not him, but someone who looks like him, and i can't even get close." His free servo grabbed blindly for another sweet, hiccuping around it as he ate before letting his hand fall back onto Brainstorm's to hold. "I'm sorry to burden you with the weight of my problems. I'll find way to make it up to you, I promise. Just, just thank you for being here. I might not see that I'm cute, or that I'm anything really," First aid tipped his helm back to meet Brainstorm's optics. "But I'm sorry too. For getting hurt. I wouldn't be holed up in here crying if I hadn't been so rash." |
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| Deleted User | 11 May 2016, 09:21 PM Post #21 |
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Brainstorm tugged the box of sweets closer for Aid, his own mask falling to the floor with a clatter. He'd get it before he left- when he left. He wasn't sure when, he'd wait until someone else was here for Aid, so he wasn't alone in here. He could always tap out with a quick comm to one of Aid's other friends, any of the minis, maybe Rodimus? They'd been hanging out, or so he'd heard anyway. "Have you two... talked about this? Has he actually spoken with you?" Brainstorm had a feeling they hadn't, no time to talk when you're throwing down with an old enemy, friend-enemy? Frienemy? He wasn't sure what Pharma really was to Aid. First Aid felt so warm. Just the emotions getting him worked up? Did he have a... a virus too? Like First Aid didn't have enough to deal with already. Brainstorm laced his fingers with First Aid's when the medic went for his hand. Hopefully he wasn't too cold, his frame was meant to support more armor for actual combat situations, being a mech of science didn't require an excess of heavy battle plating, but his cooling systems were effective enough to cool a fully armored jet. This was easier, comforting Aid in this way was worlds easier than trying to flirt, it felt more natural. Brainstorm snaked his arms around First Aid's torso, his chin resting on First Aid's shoulder. Maybe First Aid would feel smaller, maybe his problems would feel a little smaller then they were too, small enough to forget, if even for just a moment. A smile was pulling at the corners of his mouth, he- he hadn't held anyone like this in a long time. If he was remembering correctly the last time he'd held anyone like this was that first night they'd gone for drinks. First Aid was warm and comforting, always comforting. Caring too, and much, much more clever than he gave himself credit for. It was so little to ask, not wanting to be alone. Brainstorm wished he could do more, primus he'd try to do what he could. First Aid wouldn't want him too, he'd feel guilty and Brainstorm knew it, he just had to be thoughtful about it, thoughtful and careful. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 13 May 2016, 04:37 AM Post #22 |
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Sweets were moved closer which gave First Aid the reach to pop two more into his mouth. It kept him quiet, cheek plates puffed up as he let them sit there a few moments to melt in the heat of his mouth, swallowing thickly. "N-no, or if we did I've bee too drugged to remember. All I want to do is talk with him. But he only comes back here to check my IV, fix how I've got my arm rested, check my medicine... He's hurting, oh it must hurt for him... I want to help so bad but I can't help but feel I'm what's causing so much hurt. It sucks, I don't like it. I really wish he'd hold my hand and just give me a chance to talk." He sighed deeply, a warm puff of heat escaping from his vents. Oooh did that feel good on his systems. Everything had to work harder to stay in function, as his arm was trying to repair itself as fast as it could. In the week he's made progress at least. The cold body to his felt so good, not sure if he should mention to ambulon just how warm he was feeling. The other was a medic, he'd notice if he were to come back to the room. But for the first time since being locked up in there, First Aid hoped that Ambulon wouldn't come back. He was comfy with brainstorm, needing that quiet time to sort out his head. And Brainstorn was trust worthy. "I like when you hold me." First aid Snuggled as best as he could, legging his cheek brush against the others. He did indeed feel small, which was good. He was a smaller mech as it is, but this kind of small was a healthy, grounding small that helped him cope with feeling safe. Turning his head, aid gave the other a peck to the cheek, trying to show his gratitude through something other than words. Affection was usually how he showed that he cared, emotions and such were always something he was highly in tune with as well. "If I had two hands I'd cup your cheeks." He laughed, softly, feeling a little wearier than previously. Crying like that had really taken up anything he had. "But, brainy, can I confide in you about something?" |
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| Deleted User | 13 May 2016, 06:44 PM Post #23 |
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Brainstorm flicked his wings, readjusting how they pressed against the back of the berth so it wasn't so cutting. He shifted his legs a little too, his left leg folded to better support Aid while his right leg hung half on half off the edge of the berth. He'd considered Ambulon in all of this, it was hard not too, it was- it was his fault Ambulon was dragged from his timineline, it had to be. His grip on First Aid tightened, loosening almost immediately afterwards when he forced himself to relax. When it came to Ambulon and First Aid's relationship Brainstorm couldn't say he cared in equal lengths, maybe it was a little selfish, but he'd always, without fail, place more care and support in his friends. Aid was no exception, but Brainstorm felt like Ambulon and himself probably had more in common then he thought. Maybe he'd find some time to invite Ambulon out for a drink. His smile tugged into a grin when First Aid pecked his cheek. He went to return the affections, his hesitation only stopping him for a moment before his own lips brushed First Aid's cheek. He pulled back with a little reluctance when First Aid was speaking again, cocking his head a little to better view Aid's face. "Of course." Brainstorm answered. First Aid sounded serious, or- more serious than he previously had anyway. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 13 May 2016, 09:04 PM Post #24 |
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“I can’t blame him, Brainstorm.” The words were a little muffled, popping yet another candy into his mouth. He must have easily eaten a majority of the box by this point, starting to feel a little sluggish from the high intake. He was really going to end up overdoing it, but could anyone really blame him? “I can be upset and sad all day, every day, for the rest of my life. But I could never blame him. He didn’t ask for any of this, neither did I granted, but fairness… Fairness isn’t going to work out in my favor. I’m going to just need to accept that. As much as I dislike that.” Sighing, Aid sniffed a bit, trying to keep himself calm and not end up crying again. That last cry had been a little more than exhausting, he needed to recover from that outburst before he could feed into another. “My feelings won’t change. And it’s selfish for me to hope for happiness, no matter how hard I work for it. I need to get out of this mental state, this “why me” pity party I’ve been throwing myself since he died. Every aimless prayer threw me here, it’s on me to make things right. Otherwise… I might never forgive myself.” Coming to terms with a bad situation never made things easier, it just gave the medic a false justification towards whatever fate had planned. It would give him some cushioning for when the unhappy ending he loathed eventually happened. He wasn’t sure what would be worse at this point; for it to be short and bittersweet, or long and lengthy. Each had pros and cons, most of which Aid didn’t want to think about remotely. Giving another little nuzzle to Brainstorm’s cheeks, Aid needed the little bit of affection to draw up his next line of words. It was scary, but he had to tell someone. He, gosh, he could be extremely well with secrets. Springer and his relationship on multiple levels was proof of this. This was, First Aid wasn’t sure what about this made him need to confide in someone so badly. “I… I sorta…” His voice got quiet, giving a glance at the door. “It’s no secret how I feel about… Him,” ‘him’ was no secret. ‘Him’ was Ambulon. Aid just, he couldn’t say his name, not with this next part leaving his lips. “But, I, uh, I started sort of seeing… Ro-Rodimus. It was just once so far, but, he’s been visiting a lot. I think. I haven’t really much memory. I assume all that was from him.” Aid gestured to the desk with some gifts on top. Aid did feel a sense of happiness when he looked over, not that he needed materialistic gifts to feel happy, but it was a physical reminder that he had someone thinking about him. It made things easier to cope with, even if he wasn’t coping all too well as it was. He needed every little bit of help he could get. “It’s nothing… Exclusive, it would be unfair to him, all things considered. But, I, I think I’m making this more serious than I need to. Still, I just… It’s hard to feel so confused and alone. I know, I know we’ve talked about this and nobody blames me for how I can’t seem to let go of old flames but… It’s just kind of scary to think I have to hide caring about someone to protect them. Maybe I’m looking too deeply into things. Things aren’t even well, all too serious yet. I don’t know…” |
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| Deleted User | 14 May 2016, 10:56 PM Post #25 |
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"Got your optics on the captain then, eh?" Brainstorm inquired, glancing up to the display of gifts, his smile resurfacing. It was such a relief to know First Aid had other close friends. He wasn't sure what kind of relationship they had, what with Ambulon and- well whatever Rodimus might have going on. If that small mountain of gifts was anything to go off of he'd say Rodimus was damn near smitten. Was that- oh, ugh he was the worst. What kind of friend flirts with their friend when they have a- a thing. A thing thing. Was this a bad time to apologize? Uh, probably. Brainstorm buried his face in First Aid's shoulder, a short exvent following it. Maybe with time First Aid could move on? A relationship with Rodimus, as rule breaking as that might be, was probably a good step for First Aid. Nice timing on Ambulon's part. There was a question. Just how long have Rodimus and Aid been involved? Before or after Ambulon? "Rodimus isn't going to try to hide it is he? Thats-" Impossible, impossible probably. "How long do you think that'll work in his favor?" Well, in their favor, takes two to make a- a budding relationship? Rodimus didn't seem like the conjunx type, but he had been known to surprise so, really, it was anyone's guess. "Who'd stop you two anyway?" The other co-captain? Megatron wasn't exactly quick with these things. Not that Brainstorm was counting on Megatron to figure out himself. "Four million years of war and you're not allowed to date your captain- er, co-captain?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 15 May 2016, 06:28 AM Post #26 |
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"It wasn't anything planned. I had saw him in the shuttlebay and he looked... So frustrated, upset, it was hard to watch. So I went in and, gosh, we talked for awhile. Eventually I took a seat while e worked on the rodpod." Aid paused to nuzzle in the best he could, settling back down. Even saying it all out loud didn't make it feel real. "I don't know how but... But he started kissing me and just... He brought me to his habsuite and we drank and talked a bit before recharging." Aid conveniently left out the good chunk of time where they got a little too heated and mutually agreed to slow it down. Both of them had been nervous and talking seemed like the best way to go. "We aren't exclusive, or even anything right now. Just, just, whatever it is where he comes and holds my hand. Tells me I'll get through this. I just feel guilty knowing that I'll never extinguish this flame I have for ambulon. I have so much affection to give everyone close to me. It's hard and scary when to push forwards and when to pull back..." Needing a few moments to think, First Aid fell quiet. All snuggled up against Brainstorm, a hundred and one thoughts clouded his mind. "Did you really mean all of what you said to me earlier? About being cute... And important...?" Cheeks were pink and warm, thinking back to before. It was hard not to, especially when aid was a sponge when it came to affection and assurance. "Hide...? Yeah, we... Both gotta keep things on the downlow. I mean, the most of it is just talking and holding hands, and it's easy to mask that to be platonic. I do it daily." |
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| Deleted User | 16 May 2016, 05:25 AM Post #27 |
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That was a little concerning, it sounded like First Aid and Rodimus had been going at a pretty fast pace. It probably wasn't his place to judge it like that, First Aid knew what he was doing, sort of, and if not First Aid then Rodimus. Brainstorm further buried his face. Did First Aid really need to have that confirmed? "I- of course I meant it. Every word." He was pretty sure First Aid could pick apart the parts that'd been failed attempts at flirting mixed with genuine compliments. Not that he couldn't just repeat what he'd meant, he had meant it afterall. "I think its a good change- that you've something new with Rodimus." That's what the Lost Light is supposed to be, a new start. When your existence is as epic as their's are something fresh is all you can really ask for. Rodimus was lucky to find someone like Aid, anyone was, and it was more than the attributes of being a medic. He does have healing hands, but he isn't like Ratchet or Pharma. First Aid has a healing personality too, a healing spark. He's good, all of him is. Brainstorm wondered for a moment if this was something he should say out loud. He wasn't sure First Aid would believe him. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 17 May 2016, 05:13 AM Post #28 |
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First Aid listened to the other speak, face plates heating slightly at the confirmation of how he thought aid was cute. He had to twist himself, trying to face Brainstorm the best he could while not tangling up the IV and while trying to keep the others arms around his waist. Going in for a soft kiss over the ridges in Brainstorms cheeks, he needed an outlet. He had so much affection, so much stress, if it were up to him he'd kiss away the pain. He very much might. Hand holding only helped so much. His neck was craned uncomfortably, but it was worth being able to peck at those golden ridges. It was dangerous to meet the gaze of the others optics, First Aid was well aware just how easily he'd get sucked in to a sea of deep gold. It was bound to happen anyways. Since they went drinking it had been on his mind. Friends, they were definite friends, but there was still something pulling them closer. It was different than Rodimus, this was less intense, more platonic. He didn't love Brainstorm in the way that he was starting to love Rodimus, but the desire to be closer to his friend persisted. It was confusing. Pulling off Brainstorm's cheek, his mouth hung open slightly, not sure what to even say in response to his own actions. He either opened a new door or close an existing one. Gauging the scientists reaction would be easy, there was just a mountain of anticipation to climb over. Now wasn't the time to be talking about Rodimus, or ambulon, even if it made his spark flutter. It was time to focus on this, something new, something before him in the present. |
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| Deleted User | 17 May 2016, 04:10 PM Post #29 |
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First Aid hadn't answered, or replied in any way, that was fine when he was answering in- in his own way. Brainstorm didn't shut off his optics, but he did shutter them. Brainstorm further reclined his position, adjusting First Aid's weight on his right shoulder so Aid didn't pinch any cables craning his neck like that. Brainstorm blinked his optics when First Aid pulled away, his own face heating the slightest bit. First Aid just watched for a moment, staring, his mouth hanging open, it was a silly look for Aid, Brainstorm found himself smiling at that. One of his servos shifting to spread over Aid's abdominal plating, his right one squeezing Aid's servo in his own. He wasn't sure if he war reassuring First Aid or himself. It was still a chore to actually reach First Aid's face, so when Brainstorm edged forward to reciprocate he settled for whatever part of First Aid's face was closest. There was one kiss, he'd managed to get it on First Aid's jaw. Just one felt- it felt lacking, so Brainstorm pressed another, a little further along his jaw, and another, his own cheek pressing against the side of Aid's helm. He paused just before he reached Aid's audial, drawing back with some satisfaction. He considered for a moment why Aid had felt the need to be affectionate like that. Was it the confirmation of how he really did find Aid cute? His own reciprocation had meant more than just finding Aid cute, and some part of him wanted to make sure First Aid knew that. "I meant more than just the cute part." Brainstorm's optics turned down, his mouth working around something for a moment. He closed his mouth, deciding that that short sentence was explanation enough, he really didn't need to further embarrass himself by trying to explain it. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 19 May 2016, 09:57 PM Post #30 |
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Oh. Oh. That wasn't the reaction Aid had expected. Was it a wanted reaction? By all means. Each kiss to the soft curve of his jaw, it was pure electricity. His mouth flexed between lightly parted and licking his bottom lip, only to be speechless by the end of it. No. No, this wouldn't do. His neck was too craned, too uncomfortable lying back to chest. Carefully, Aid moved the IV in his arm, lifting the tube up and to the side. It was hard to shimmy, shifting slowly so that they could rest face to face, chest to chest. The only issue was his sling. Gently aid rested his arm on brainstorm's chest, his good servo going back to hold Brainstorms. With any luck, any luck at all, the scientist might rest an arm on the small of his back. Cold servos felt great on his frame. He was not running at his best, by far, and just... The physical assurance was doing him wonders. Talking without speech, connecting without any misconceptions. It was a mutual understanding. "Yeah?" He swallowed. "You think I'm more than cute then?" It wasn't romance. It was far from that familiar spark strangling sensation of romance aid felt when Rodimus or Ambulon were in the picture. It was mutual, comforting, and full of love; just not a romantic love. But that was okay. It was more than okay, with aid anyways. Letting go of Brainstorns hand, fingers soon found a new home tracing over Brainstorns cheeks. Each ridge and grove to be memorized. Mouth hung open, speechless, wordless, collecting flies. Not literally. Finally he pushed further forwards, using his good arm for leverage Aid returned to give Brainstorm kisses to his jaw this time, each kiss slower and sweeter than the previous kiss. "Is this okay?" Lips were pressed to Brainstorms cheek, voice a low tone. Maybe he was feeling vulnerable, maybe just lonely, but every ounce of affection he could show the scientist, and well, Aid was going to give him every last ounce of affection he could muster. |
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