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| Sick week; Closed for Rodimus | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 22 May 2016, 09:45 PM (211 Views) | |
| Jumpercablebabe | 22 May 2016, 09:45 PM Post #1 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Being sick, well, it had been bad. Especially after Ambulon had left. Without getting to say goodbye, twice now, it was really eating at the medic. Only this time he couldn't blame himself for not moving fast enough, as he never even had chance to move at all. Of course he didn't blame Ambulon, but it was a sucky situation all around. As the hours ticked by, being on a week of bed rest, reading having grown stale awhile ago, Aid was desperate to do something. Any kind of company, any kind of social interaction. He had thought to maybe sneak back to Pharma's room and chat with him. Things seemed to be okay after he apologized, maybe Pharma was feeling lonely too. With careful inspection, however, Pharma was asleep and aid was not about to wake him up. No way, no sir. There was no chance. Not after this first injury. He still felt guilty for going after Pharma, even if Pharma had cut off his arm. The guilt was deep rooted, and the medic was determined to do everything within reason to patch things up between them. No patients in the medbay meant a quick shooing back to his own berth, a firm reminder that he wasn't CMO but a patient right now. Another thing that ate at him. Being a patient in his own medbay. He could only behave for so long, making him realize that was why Ambulon had been giving him such heavy pain killers. First Aid couldn't act up if he was high off his aft and unable to make sentences, let alone walk without falling on his face. But Ambulon wasn't here, the medication was wearing off, and First Aid was getting bored. Slowly he got back into bed, looking across the room at the desk covered in small offerings. At first he thought maybe lots of the crew had come to visit him while he was down. Further inspection came to show that each gift had been from Rodimus and Rodimus alone. While appreciation from the crew would have been rather nice, seeing the desk full of gifts, well, it eased the medic. It was really great knowing the other had come while he was out, or maybe too drugged up to remember. There was no way it was all from one visit, it made Aid wonder just how many times Rodimus had come. How many times the captain might have found him sleeping, how many times he might have held his hand and signed to him on his palm, how many hidden cheek kisses or careful hugs. It also made Aid wonder how many times Rpdimus might have cried, felt alone, blamed himself, hidden under a flashy smile and bright blue pair of optics. It really hurt, to think he could have potentially cause Rodimus so much pain or doubt. While he should have been resting on his aft with his pedes up and optics jammed into a data pad, Aid was standing at the desk, IV stand pulled closely. With one good hand he lifted each small trinket, wishing he could do something more to show his gratitude. Optic fluid started to pool at the base of his visor, causing him to put down everything in hand to rub softly, freeing it to roll down the seams of his mask before dripping off his chin. He was just so touched at the generosity, already running pretty emotional all things aside, but he reminded himself it was just the way that Rodimus showed that he cared. He pulled his field in closely, trying to hide any feelings of affection he may accidentally leak out. Him and Rodimus weren't, they weren't an item, and it would be bad to have to confess to how strong his field had flared to either of the edits currently in the bay. Sniffling, another wipe of fluid with the back of his palm, Aid reached down to turn over some of the presents, melting as he thought about just getting mobility back in his arm. Working, cleaning, writing, hand holding. All things he had been robbed of by the incident. While the arm was totally replaceable it was still super unfun to ne stuck reading medical reports in bed. It was far nicer to daydream about going planet side with rodimus, cutting his daydream shirt with the realization of just how deep he was in. Lump in his throat, Aid gave a little swallow as the doors opened. It was really a poor time, he had been openly crying, now looking over shoulder shyly to see who was there. At least he had his mask to hide behind. All guesses of the visitor pointed to Lottie, expecting her to ask him questions or change his IV bag. Silently he prayed for anything other than another medical exam. Ultra Magnus giving him accident reports, Megatron giving him a lecture on his he had acted out of line, anything. He'd take Ratchet smacking him over the helm with that wrench and the lecture of a life time than another pop in medical exam. His arm felt no better, only now he had a processor ache and an itch to be up and about. |
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| Rodimus | 23 May 2016, 04:00 PM Post #2 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus hadn't been able to swing by the medbay for a couple of days, trying to get everyone settled back down with the new arrivals and returning crew members. There had been a joyful uproar among some of the crew when they'd found out Trailcutter and Pipes were back, even if the two mechs weren't the same ones they'd lost; just having them back seemed to cheer up those who'd been hurt by their deaths. There was talk of a welcome back party for them being put together. Under all that positivity, though, was a fair bit of anger that, in addition to the return of friends, a handful of Decepticons had joined them. That had not gone over well at all. Rodimus had managed to convince the crew to leave the 'Cons alone, but it hadn't been easy. He'd forced himself to hide the fact that he wanted to get them off the ship just as much as the others did, then spun some silver-tongued speech about second chances and the end of the war - it was, at its core, a similar speech to the one he'd given so long ago at the very beginning of the quest, about laying down their weapons and seeing the universe. If he slipped in a bit about letting the Knights of Cybertron pass judgment on the Decepticons with Megatron, it seemed to sate some of the crowd. He'd gotten the empty floor set up for the Decepticons, gotten Magnus to put some security on the floor, and basically had just finished get everyone in their places. He was exhausted and wanted to get back to his quarters to recharge, but he also wanted to go check on First Aid. He'd been visiting as often as possible, but most of his visits had been brief; with First Aid either in recharge or drugged out of his mind, there really hadn't been much excuse to stay for longer than a few minutes to drop off a get-well gift and repeat the chirolinguistic message he'd been sending the other mech since First Aid had been hurt. You're going to be okay. Rodimus had been repeating a slightly altered phrase to himself since the incident, telling himself over and over that First Aid was going to be okay. First Aid was in Velocity's very capable hands, being well taken care of, and well on his way to recovery. Despite knowing this, Rodimus couldn't stop overthinking his part in First Aid's injury; he should have interrupted Skids quicker, gotten to the medbay faster when First Aid called him so desperately, and then maybe First Aid wouldn't be hurt. He couldn't go back and change what happened, though. All he could do was remind himself that First Aid was healing and would be fine. Heading towards the medbay, Rodimus was hoping that First Aid was awake this time. He wanted to talk and apologize to the other mech, spend some time with him, catch him up to what was going on. He doubted First Aid knew about Trailcutter and Pipes, so that would be some good news to bring to the medic. Mirage was back, too, having returned from Cybertron. That might be good to bring up. Anything that wasn't the two DJD members on the lower deck would be good to talk about. Opening the door to the medbay, he was surprised to see First Aid standing. A slight frown of concern tugged at Rodimus' lips and he moved over to the other mech, touching a hand gently on First Aid's uninjured arm. "You sure you should be up?" he asked, voice colored with his worry for the other mech. "If Velocity finds you standing, she's going to knock you out for a week." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 24 May 2016, 05:47 AM Post #3 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"I know, i know..." Static filled his voice, making it hard to seem like he was doing well enough to be up on his feet. Honestly, he should take advantage of all this bed rest. His body ached, working twice as hard so his recovery program could work harder at the repairs, but still... He felt trapped in here. Lying down wasn't the issue, it was being a prisoner in his own home that really had his gears grind. Putting down the little trinkets he'd been holding, Aid turned to hug Into the other. Tippy toes was a poor choice, as his pedes grew tired, and with one arm Aid carefully pulled it around the Captain's waist while his head rested against his neck. That sweet spot between shoulder bulk and neck cabling, still letting him easily nuzzle at his main energon line. While the tears had stopped, optic fluid was still trapped beneath the rim of his visor. It was an easy fix, nuzzling so that it could be lifted slightly, feeling relief as the trapped tears rolled down his cheeks. Fighting with Rodimus was not something he wanted to do. Especially not when he felt this hopeless and vunerable as is. "I don't want to lie down, I'm getting so tired of reading data pads all by myself. I should have just commed you when I felt lonely, but I heard you've been busy. You, you know I'm proud of you and your hard work, right?" Falling quiet, First Aid took in Rodimus's scent. Contrast from his own. Aid always smelled of cleaning solvents, of energon, in short the medbay and occasionally a light sweat. He was never one to reek of coolant no matter how intense work got. But to most, the medbay was a bad place, so smelling like it really made First Aid feel crummy. Over and over he'd tell himself no, that he could throw a bolt and hit any mech on the ship and that they liked him. But looking at a table of get well presents only from Rodimus, it tore down that line of thinking. But Rodimus was here now. Rodimus was here and Aid just didn't want to move. Or maybe it was that he couldn't, feeling his legs had locked at the knees. Planting a kiss to Rodimus's neck cabling was impossible with his mask up, so he did the next best thing and continued to nuzzle. "Want to help me get back in berth before Lottie gets back? She's already going to be upset when she sees I haven't been fueling properly. I'm so tired of only drinking medical grade, Rodimus." It would have been so easy to tell Rodimus that he loved him, if only First Aid wasn't so scared. He'd get other chances. Or so he hoped. |
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| Rodimus | 24 May 2016, 06:05 PM Post #4 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus gave another worried frown, hearing the static in First Aid's voice, but he didn't press the other mech to return to the medical berth, especially when Aid turned to hug him. Immediately, he was returning the embrace, letting his arms slip around First Aid and holding him close, though loosely. He hadn't been able to hold First Aid like this for days, since the injury, and now that he could, he didn't want to let go. "You could've commed me anyways," he pointed out. He could have used the distraction and, more than that, he would have appreciated a conversation with First Aid while he worked, so he knew the other mech was alright. Velocity had reassured him that First Aid was going to be fine, but Rodimus had wanted to hear it from the other mech himself. "I would have answered your comms." He gave a slight smile when First Aid said he was proud of him. "Yeah? You're gonna make me wanna work harder and Megs will think I'm up to something." Rodimus still didn't want to let go of First Aid, only shifting slightly so he could touch his cheek to the top of the other mech's helm, exventing softly. He didn't admit very often when he was scared, but seeing Pharma on the ship and First Aid bleeding out on the floor had terrified him. The last time he'd been scared like that was when he'd seen Minimus' body on the floor with Tyrest gloating about what he'd done. That fear that pulsed through his frame when he saw those he cared for in danger or seriously hurt was how Rodimus knew he was getting in deep. The very idea that Pharma could have killed First Aid had shaken Rodimus to his core. Having First Aid in his arms now, upright and awake, negated the fear that had settled into his systems since the other mech's stay in the medbay began. Rodimus turned his head and let his lips brush against First Aid's helm before he answered. "Yeah, back to the berth with you," he told the other mech. "I'll stay with you. And when Lottie gets here, maybe I'll convince her to let me take you down to Swerve's for a decent drink." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 25 May 2016, 03:56 AM Post #5 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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It took a little work to get First Aid back up into the berth, it was a job for both him and Rodimus. One step at a time, eventually he was able to slouch back and let his injured arm rest to his chest, tight in his sling. But it felt... It felt wrong. He wanted to be on his feet, not in bed. Especially with Rodimus. He shouldn't have gotten hurt to begin with, he should have stayed on his lane. Too late now. "Please. Come join me up here, I won't bite." He gave the berth a pat, knowing from experience two mechs could nap cozily on its surface. Even if it was a tighter fit than Rodimus's private berth, it was better than having him stand awkwardly at his bedside. No. Aid didn't like that thought. "I should have commed you. I don't really remember most of this week. I remember trying to call hot spot, but he didn't answer and I closed off again. I don't like to admit it, but I guess I kind of felt scared and didn't want anyone to worry. That was foolish of me." Cuddling closer, First Aid worked his good arm behind Rodimus, wrapping at the waist so his fingers might rub gently over those lights on his sides. The motion was to calm Rodimus, gentle but sure strokes, but Aid soon found himself more or less just wanting contact with Rodimus. Helm tilted to rest against his chest, Aid almost had mind to climb into Rodimus's lap. The other could pull him in if that were the case, honestly. "I've done many reckless things, this was about number two on the list. I like to think jumping Fort Max's spark was number one, mostly because of the positive outcome. But, Rodimus, I'm always proud of you. This isn't a new concept since that day in the shuttlebay either. Since I stepped on the ship, you've given me a second chance at living. Sure, I might not always agree, but you try so hard at what you do. How could I not be proud of you?" It was selfish, going after Pharma like he had. It was also selfish to want Rodimus's company as badly as he did. Either this was some newly found path of selfish decisions he had found himself on, or he was his own worst critic. Definitely the latter. He'd just never admit to it. "Thank you for all the presents, by the by, I, ah, Rodimus Ive never received so many gifts... Or many gifts in general. Every time I can remember waking up, feeling cold and isolated, it's the one thing that kept me warm in here. I hope that I make our patients feel just as good as the feeling I got seeing what you left for me. My spark fluttered, feeling so worthy of your time. If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to court me." Laughing happily soon led to his systems giving him a strained whirl, a notification to fuel coming up on his HUD. He really hasn't been fueling properly, simply just sick of eating only medical grade. Thankfully Rodimus was sitting on the berth side closer to where his pile of Medigrade cubes were, meaning he didn't have to stretch overly to reach them. Rodimus could just pass one. But that also meant breaking up his one arm hug. Just the thought of drinking the thick liquid made his tanks churn slightly. How he found enjoyment of fueling on medical grade in the past was processor boggling to say the very least. Hoping Rodimus would stay true to his word about taking him to Swerve's, there was little that could be done now. Well, other than the realization that he could always just milk his condition a little, get Rodimus to hold the cube for him. Get a little coddling. Besides, he liked to stroke the others ego. Maybe getting the chance to care for his injured cmo, aka feed first aid and give lots of cuddles, would do the trick. "Rodimus...? Can you just pass me one of those cubes? Aah... Lottie is going to kill me if I keep ignoring my notifications to fuel..." |
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| Rodimus | 25 May 2016, 07:35 PM Post #6 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus gave a slight smile at the invitation and got onto the berth with First Aid, laying with the other mech and curling his arms around him. He shifted until he was comfortable, making sure not to jar First Aid out of place or accidentally hurt him, then leaned in to kiss the other mech's face mask, just over where First Aid's lips were covered. "Of course you won't bite, not with that mask up." He touched his helm against First Aid's and, for a moment, didn't say a word, just shuttered his optics and held onto the other mech. "You've been pretty out of it most of the week," he pointed out. "And it's okay to be scared. But you know you've got me and the others to remind you that you're okay." Rodimus wanted to call the other Protectobots, send a long-distance comm or some other message to find out where they were and when they were going to get back to the ship. He wanted to make sure that First Aid had plenty of people close to him to remind him that he was cared about and not alone. There was no reason why he couldn't call them. It was clear to him that First Aid missed them. Didn't they miss him? A soft exvent escaped Rodimus as the other mech's fingers moved over his side and he nestled himself against First Aid, tightening his arms slightly around the medic. He felt the stress of the last few days leave him with just the simple touches and the other mech's presence. Rodimus could finally relax again, laying here with First Aid. Gently, he pulled First Aid closer, bringing the other mech over him and letting his arms lower to hook around Aid's waist. "I still think he deserved the punch." Rodimus had told Pharma that he was proud of First Aid for taking the swing at the other medic and even though they'd figured out that this Pharma was definitely not the same Pharma that had died at Luna-1, Rodimus still felt First Aid was justified in punching him. Then again, that was just what Rodimus thought. Putting that thought aside, though, he tilted his head and bumped his nose against First Aid's face mask. "Thank you. I'm glad someone's proud of me. And you know it's okay not to agree with me sometimes, right? I need someone to keep me in line occasionally." A smile crossed his lips. He knew he'd brought a lot of gifts, most of them small - the biggest thing on the desk that he'd brought was a datapad with games on it that he'd thought First Aid might like to play to pass the time. The rest of it was little energon goodies, keeping in mind the flavors that First Aid had told him didn't agree with him and avoiding those. "You're welcome," he told the other mech. Then he went a little quiet for a moment, his lower lip tugged into his mouth at the the last part of what First Aid said. "Maybe I am." Before First Aid could respond to that, Rodimus reached over for one of the cubes, stretching out a bit to reach, and bringing the cube over. "I really don't want Velocity killing you. You drink this and I'll definitely convince her to let you out of the medbay for a couple hours, so we can go on a date. We haven't been able to for a while." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 26 May 2016, 03:03 PM Post #7 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Getting the chance to lie down with Rodimus made up for the week of haze clouding his processor. He really didn't remember much, just fragments, but it was like an ocean coming and washing over him, feeling calmer than ever. There was something about the flashy captain that, that really reached out to him. It wasn't somethig he could easily pinpoint or place a finger on, but overall he would rather spend time with Rodimus than many others on board. No offense to any mechs, he just didn't feel this kind of relief in the presence of many. Pain in his arm was pushed to the back of his mind as strong arms held him tightly, assuring him that things were okay. Things were safe. He smiled at the playful comment, his mask had been up still hadn't it? Oh well. While he much rather would prefer to rub cheek-to-cheek, his mask provided a little more security. Similar to a blanket. That thin wall dividing him from the rest of the world. Rodimus of course had seen him, but that was, it was a luxury to know what his face was. One that few mechs got to share. He chose to swallow the comeback on the tip of his tongue, instead just soaking up Rodimus's warmth. So very warm. Just having that soft helm press, it left him matching Rodimus and following suit to shutter his own optics briefly, giving a few minutes of silence before the other spoke up again. That wasn't anything he could peacefully ignore. "I know it's okay to be scared. And I feel more than safe in your company. I just can't be around you all the time. I got to get my own sense of strength back. To not be scared when you're not around. Buuuuut yeah, I don't remember much of this week. 'Upoose that s'plains that. I know my pain killers were dosed fairly high, I guess nobody wanted me up on my pedes." Chuckling softly, his body felt heavy against Rodimus's frame. He soon found himself lying closer, careful of jostling his arm too much. Any minor pushes or pulls, anything to get closer. Primus, he had needed the contact so badly, it almost ached in his spark. Soon enough Rodimus had moved him himself, letting the medic rest over the others frame. It was far comfier with his arm, optics dimming as Rodimus's exvent blew warm air down his frame. It was a sense of peace they both needed in such times. "Well, my first disagreement is gonna be over punching Pharma. Right, wrong or justified; I shouldn't have done it. I don't even feel good or satisfied about it. If anything I just feel worse. Not only did I shoot his face off once, now I punched it. Ugh. I don't mind talking about it, but I'd rather have a more meaningful conversation with you now that I have you here. We have so much time ahead of us to discuss Pharma. I wanna discuss you." Rodimus was being awfully quiet. Noticing so, even in First Aid's tired state. He was just too shy to push the issue, something was probably... Nothing was wrong, it was just probably really stressful to see someone you care about hurt and in the hospital. Aid knew that feeling first hand daily. It hurt to know he was putting Rodimus through it. "I didn't get to inspect them all too closely, but I saw some energon candies in there. You're going to sweeten me up, I swear. You always seem to know what to do or what to say, but, it's okay if you don't know the right words or actions. You always put in your best, and that the best part of getting your company. You're giving me your time and effort and I know it's not wasted on me." Optics looked up to meet with Rodimus's, briefly forgetting his mask was still on. Had he not blocked himself, oh boy, Rodimus would have gotten such a soft kiss. Alas. It would have to wait. Maybe he would get lucky and get another kiss to his mask front. That would sure be nice. And then, just like that, three words was all it took to make Aid's face light up and his spark flutter In his casing. Did he hear that right? No. There's no way, he must have misheard. No way. Rodimus wouldn't court him, right? He didn't even want to be labeled with him, as of their last talk, which that was okay too. But to jump, no no. His audios must have been a bit fuzzy. Maybe they were distorting audio, looping or something. Nobody just wanted to court, aid. No. First aid wasn't a courtable mech. He was there to help and heal and then that was it. But the topic was soon derailed as Rodimus held the cube for him to take. Sifting and shimmying to get into s sitting position, Aid sighed softly. "Could I trouble you to hold it for me so I can drink? I'd really like that, if you don't mind." He was perfectly able to hold his own cube with his good hand, but it just felt nicer to have Rodimus coddle him a little bit. No harm. |
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| Rodimus | 26 May 2016, 08:01 PM Post #8 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus was not a mech known for holding still, always moving and never staying in place, but with First Aid curled on top of him now, he was more than content to stay where he was, keeping the other mech close to him. It said a lot that just this simple gesture of resting with First Aid had him so calm and relaxed after the stress of the last few days. He could tell from the way the other mech lay on top of him that Aid was relaxing as well. "But you know you can come to me whenever you want, right?" Rodimus asked. He knew First Aid couldn't be around him all the time; that would get everyone immediately suspicious and, even though Rodimus didn't want to think about it, he knew that he wasn't always going to be around, with one thing or another coming up to keep him busy. That was exactly what had happened multiple times over the past week. "You'll get your strength back, I'm sure of it. You're amazing and, under pressure, you know how to step up and show your strengths. Though, yeah, we didn't really want you stepping up while you're recovering. I already had to break off a bar fight to get you off your feet once this week." Having said that, he wondered if First Aid even remembered the fight. There were several mechs still confined to quarters because of the fight, licking their wounds and checked on by Velocity. Rodimus himself had needed a few repairs, mostly in having his spoiler bent back into shape and a few dents banged out. Perceptor and Blaster had fared worse than him. Even Pharma had needed a couple of repairs, after Rodimus had nearly torn a wing off the former medic. Though speaking of Pharma, Rodimus hoped First Aid didn't remember seeing the fight between him and the other medic, if Aid thought the punch he'd thrown made him feel worse. If First Aid knew about the damage Rodimus had done - in retribution for the attack on First Aid and then Pharma's shot at him about Nyon - what would that mean for them? "What about me?" he asked, almost hesitant for once to talk about himself. He didn't want to focus on himself, still concerned about First Aid and just wanting to make sure the medic was alright. Though as the other mech spoke about the gifts and the time he gave him, Rodimus gave a small smile and pressed another kiss to Aid's facemask, at the side this time, where the other mech's cheek was covered. "I like being with you, spending time with you, and sweetening you up. I actually get to see you smile when I do. It's never wasted time if I'm spending time with you." That was sappy, he thought, but it was true and he wasn't going to take it back. Besides, no one was in the medbay to hear it except for First Aid. And though he saw the way First Aid's face lit up when Rodimus said maybe he was courting him, he didn't push the matter or ask if First Aid actually wanted to be courted. It wasn't like Rodimus knew all that much about courting and he didn't even know where to begin asking. So he didn't take the subject further. If Aid asked, maybe they'd make this something official. Rodimus sat up with First Aid, giving a soft smile. "Sure," he replied. He shifted so he could hold the cube for the other mech. "Though if Lottie comes in, she's definitely going to ask questions." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 27 May 2016, 05:25 AM Post #9 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"Let her ask, it wasn't like I wasn't doing the same thing when Ambulon had been here. Only he wouldn't actually sit with me, let alone feed me. Maybe I was hallucinating, that would explain a lot of that thinking back." He quieted down, pulling off his facemask and passing it off to Rodimus, this way he could place it on the side table. "Point is, if she sees and asks I'm just going to tell her I'm tired and just want a little spoiling. I am a patient after all." Good hand rested palm down onto the berth, immediately relaxing as the cold medbay air hit his face. He'd still been a little red, a little blushy, it was a nice feeling against the contrasting warmth. While the Medigrade was starting to become rather disgusting, simply from only fueling with it all week, it was a little easier to swallow when Rodimus was being so sweet. Tucked in the back of his mind, however, First Aid was more or less trying to mentally reward himself. The more he behaved and fueled right, the more of those energon candies he could coax Rodimus into letting him have. Grimacing at the thickness of the medical grade going down his intake, Aid somehow managed to finish the first cube. It was enough for now, too much would leave his tanks churning sour. "I want to learn more about you. Sure, I could probably just read up on whatever I want to know from the medbay database, but.... That's not really what I want. Rodimus, I know in front of others you like to talk about how great you are. It's so cute, honestly, I don't know how I didn't really notice how fond of your smile I was till recently. But, if you ever just want to. Vent or open up, I have all the time here to listen." Fingers tapped lightly to his own upper thigh, having moved from resting palm down. It was hurting his wrist joints. Either way, First Aid felt like he didn't know as much about Rodimus as he should. Where better than going to the primary source of information? Maybe he was prying too deep right now. Relaxation for them was more important than digging up what could be bad memories. "Actually... Maybe we should save your history for when I'm not here, we can wait till i get to sneak to your quarters. It was kinda rude for me to ask when I know you're really stressed." Scooting into Rodimus's lap slowly, ever careful of his injury, Aid lacked hesitance when pushing his helm beneath Rodimus's chin. Resting against his chest once again, despite sitting slouched instead of lying down, it was still comfortable as ever. Opening his field, Aid made sure Rodimus knew how safe he felt in the others arms, in his presence. "You know... I would really like to go on a real date with you sometime soon. Cuddling like this is fine and dandy, but I know it's not your speed. I'm sure you'll think of something to get me on my toes, hmm?" The words were quiet, mumbled against the thickness of neck cabling. It was ever so tempting just to give a little nip here and there, kneading such a sensitive area with his teeth. But Lottie was too close by, he couldn't risk her sensing anything off in their fields. Wait... Bar fight? "Bar fight? What?" He didn't even remember a bar fight. When had there been a bar fight!? Sinking low, Aid groaned softly. Deep in his spark he was almost jealous of Lottie, not that he wanted to see his crewmates fight, but lying around in bed helpless and oblivious to all of what was happening, that was the worst feeling. "When was there a barfight? What happened is anyone hurt? Did you get hurt? Rodimus, this has to be a prank right? Surly swerve keeps those things under control?" |
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| Rodimus | 27 May 2016, 11:25 AM Post #10 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus didn't want to push the matter of Ambulon on First Aid. It had been a shock to see the other medic on board in the first place and another shock when Ambulon hadn't stayed. So many of the others who'd ended up on board were stuck on the ship now - a few of whom Rodimus was glad to have on board again and others not so much - it seemed odd that Ambulon was the only one who hadn't stayed. He didn't know why Ambulon left and he wasn't sure how to broach the subject with First Aid. He knew about First Aid's feelings for Ambulon and didn't want the other mech to be hurt because Ambulon had left again. On the other hand, wasn't it selfish to keep the truth that First Aid hadn't been hallucinating a secret? Would it hurt First Aid more to find out later and, especially, wouldn't it hurt the worst to find out Rodimus hadn't told him Ambulon hadn't been a hallucination? Rodimus didn't really know what to do. The longer he didn't admit the truth, the worse it would be, just like when he'd hidden the truth about Overlord from the crew, letting Drift take the fall for his lies. Taking the mask from First Aid, Rodimus set it aside and let the other mech drink the medigrade while he inwardly debated telling the truth or sparing First Aid's feelings. So caught up in his thoughts, he almost didn't hear what First Aid said next about wanting to learn more about him and being fond of his smile. He managed a soft smile at that, just a little curve of his lips to show his appreciation for that fondness. "Maybe later, yeah. I mean, I'm stressed out and you're supposed to be taking it easy. You don't need me piling a bunch of stressful stuff on you when you're recovering." That alone was part of why Rodimus had yet to decide what to tell First Aid about Ambulon and the others who had showed up on the ship. He doubted that Aid knew about Pipes and Trailcutter and he was especially doubtful that he knew about Vos and Kaon. Sooner or later, he'd found out, but Rodimus wanted First Aid to take care of himself first. When First Aid moved to his lap, Rodimus brought his arms back around his waist, keeping the other mech close, and pressing a soft kiss against Aid's helm, letting his field gently nudge against First Aid's, projecting a soothing sense to keep the mood quiet and comforting. "Soon as you're allowed out of here, I'm taking you on a proper date," he promised. He'd think of something they could do together, away from sight of the rest of the crew. The ship was a few days from a planetary system popular for its entertainment business, so he could find something there to do with First Aid. "Don't get me wrong, I like the cuddling. I never really got to do that with anyone else." Rodimus did give a bit of a grimace when First Aid asked about the bar fight. Okay, so First Aid didn't remember the fight. The questions were all typical of wondering what happened, but Rodimus still didn't want to stress the other mech out by detailing how bad the fight had actually been. "A few days ago. A bunch of us got rowdy, someone started a fight, and basically the entire bar got involved. I wasn't really paying attention to what started everything, I was drinking a lot." He hesitated, biting his lip a bit, before adding. "I kind of got in a fight with Pharma. Neither of us came out unharmed, but Perceptor and Blaster were worse than us." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 28 May 2016, 08:22 AM Post #11 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"I could have gotten both my arms cut off, Rodimus, and I'd still have the time to listen to you speak. Im not going to press you to talk, but you don't need to hide from me." Emotionally or otherwise. First Aid met his optics, having to untuck his head to do so. Punctuating the statement with a kiss to both cheek finals, his good hand came up to wrap around his neck and shoulders, hand lazily brushing to that golden spoiler. Opening his mouth, no words came out, lost on his tongue. He felt foolish to be so speechless, opting to nuzzle into one of Rodimus's cheeks instead. "I can help you with destressing" the words were soft, innocent, not as implied as they could be. Mostly because that's how aid has meant them this time, kicking up a notch on the affection and getting just a bit more snuggly. Gently fingers caressed Rodimus's spoiler, trying to ease the wing like appendages to droop with comfort instead of stand up on edge. "I really like cuddling" he spoke softly, as if lottie could hear. She most certainly couldn't. "I really like getting your affection. Every touch and press makes me feel so safe and secure, no doubts in my mind, I feel relaxed and at ease. I hope I make you feel similar." He frowned at not being able to use both hands, a small huff leaving him. In turn he ducked his helm back down, kissing at the red collar piece protecting Rodimus's neck before nuzzling into the captains throat cables. "You have a much nicer smell than the medbay too. I always smell like cleaning solvents." He rested like this for awhile, soaking up any and all affection Rodimus had to give. Many thoughts passed through his processor, most of which died off before even making it to the front of his mind. Wetting his lips with his glossa, Aid once again untucked his helm to make eye contact again. He was rather restless, but who could really blame him. "Sorry bout the courting comment. I know it made you, ah, a little tense there. I hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable. I, ah, actually have something for you. I've, well, it's been something that has been on my mind since we talked about it in the shuttle bay. It's not as exciting as getting so many energon goodies like you got for me, though, but I like to think that, uh, it's important you have what I got for you." Mentions of the barfight went unanswered verbally, as Aid was trying to distract from Rodimus that he was now scanning him with his optics, reading any diagnostics that popped up on his HUD with a slight blur. Rodimus was fine now, seemingly good health, but definitely not performing at most efficient. He was a little frustrated that Rodimus got mixed in, but he wasn't going to press it. It happened, he was feeling a bit jealous almost that he couldn't have been involved with helping, but still. He could let Pharma and Rodimus throwing fists slide this one time. Next time he'd be butting in, unhappy as ever. |
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| Rodimus | 31 May 2016, 08:03 PM Post #12 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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"Let's just avoid you getting hurt again, okay?" Rodimus still felt guilty that First Aid had gotten hurt in the first place. He didn't want to think of the other mech being hurt worse than he was. Instead, he leaned in to just let his lips softly brush against First Aid's cheek, following the other mech's example and keeping the affection limited to gentle kisses and light touches. There was no telling when Velocity would come in and Rodimus didn't want to get caught, in case Velocity decided he was being detrimental to her patient's recovery - Ratchet had used that excuse to kick him out of the medibay before. "I'll talk about things later. I came here to be with you." De-stressing sounded really good. If Rodimus could just have some time to curl up with First Aid, focus on anything but the current happenings on the ship, he'd feel so much better. First Aid's fingers on his spoiler, so gentle, had Rodimus in near bliss as he relaxed, leaning back until he was laying down, pulling the other mech down on top of him. If the two of them could just lay here for a while, that would be perfect. "You do," Rodimus assured him when First Aid spoke of safety, security, that relaxation and ease that the other mech felt and hoped Rodimus felt. Rodimus had been with a handful of mechs since his creation and none of them had made him feel as relaxed and safe as First Aid did. Most of his relationships hadn't been as peaceful and calming as things with First Aid were so far; most of them had been occasional fragging and drinks, hardly anything to write home about, if they'd had a home to write to. Relationships in a time of war were rarely anything easy. He still wasn't sure how Chromedome and Rewind had managed. Rodimus might ask eventually. For now, he was content to nuzzle against First Aid's helm. "It's weird, I never would have thought you were my type, but here we are. No, weird's not right. I like this. I like where we are. I don't even mind you smell a little like cleaning solvents." He gave a quick smile, making sure the last bit came off as a teasing comment. He never really smelled cleaning solvents on First Aid. The other mech smelled sweeter than the harsh chemicals of cleaning solvents. Probably from the energon goodies First Aid professed to making. When the subject of courting came up again, Rodimus shook his head. "It's not - I'm not uncomfortable," he told the other mech. He shifted, pulling First Aid up gently so they were face to face. "I mean, I know it's kind of quick to think about it, but...I want to. I want to court you. I - maybe it's too soon now, but would you be okay with me courting you? I don't really know much about how courting works, but I can figure it out. If you want to." He tilted his head slightly in curiosity when First Aid mentioned something for him. He didn't really expect gifts, especially when Aid had been in the medibay for days, but if it was important for him to have it, Rodimus wasn't going to turn it down. "What is it?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 8 Jun 2016, 06:12 AM Post #13 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Bottom lip gave a slight wobble, feeling Rodimus briefly kiss a this cheek. Warming up to a light bush across the plating, First Aid wanted more. When Rodimus pulled back away he signed, trying not to feel disappointed that he didn't get some long, romantic kiss out of a holo vid. This was reality, not a sad romance fantasy. They'd have to be careful, and First Aid was starting to wonder just how careful it had meant. Rodimus spoke, words easing the ache. He really did come here to give First Aid his time and affection, not that he was doubting this prior. Now it was just undoubtedly on the table, cards spread. Man he really wanted that long kiss he imagined. Sprawled over Rodimus's chest, First Aid got his injured arm positioned comfortably, his other wrapped around to toy with Rodimus's spoiler. He had limited reach, but First Aid made up for it with heating his hands slightly, twirling fingers over the golden metal. Helm tucked under chin, from the door way unless you looked at First Aid's servo he'd appear asleep. Closer examination and a little jostling would show his visor dimmed, giving the captain slow, soft pecks to his outer neck cabling. Nothing super heated or passionate, just something to show his affection and appreciation. "Smelling like cleaning solvents is better than smelling of fresh inner energon. Which, sadly is another smell I tend to take on here." Muffled by his neck cabling, Aid exvent with relief. Being so close, it was like a dream, and in all honestly, First Ad wasn't sure what to do or say. Sure, their relationship would have to stay private, but they could still interact in public. That had set them away from whatever it was that him and Springer had. Not that the nurse hadn't liked springer, oh at the time he was head over heels for the wrecker. But that was exactly why things couldn't work. How could Aid be so overly infatuated and affectionate to someone he couldn't let anyone else know he knew, someone he would maybe get to talk with once every few months at most? And at that, things were more sex based than anything. If things were different, First Aid definitely would have bet money they'd been conjunx in another life. A life without war. But in this life, it wasn't possible. He could tell Rodimus about his past romantic flunders another day. Especially since Ambulon was a name he hadn't want on his lips, not at the moment. No disrespect to anyone, but he needed to not think of the name. Which left him wondering... Was it too soon to say 'I love you'? It seemed like an appropriate time, but maybe that was just a jump too soon. He'd think on it, not wanting to ruin any chances. "I can see why you're my type. I'm honestly just more surprised it too me so long to notice." His servo on Rodimus's spoiler came around, instead rubbing gentle circles over Rodimus's autobot badge. Circle after circle. Circle after soothing circle. "You're really passionate about wanting to do what is right. Sick of the war, sick of our losses, sick of continuing to lose loved ones. I feel gravitated to you, your confidence but also knowing that you're not all confidence. That there's parts of you not known to the public that aren't so confident. It only helps your case that you got a handsome face too." He smiled against Rodimus's neck as he spoke, lips giving a slight wobble as his smile grew even larger, grinning cheek to cheek. Smile never faltering, this next bit had to be kept hush hush. Least from wandering ears anyways. Or maybe that was just an excuse First Aid had because he was too nervous to say it outloud. :: If we keep doing this, I'm really, reeeeaally going to fall for you, Rodimus. :: It was as close to an 'I love you!' Aid could manage right now, flustered and under such mental pressure not to scare Rodimus off too soon. Pulled up face to face, First Aid had nowhere to advert his optics. Instead they stayed fixated on Rodimus's, looking deeply. Each word drank up by his audio. If he wasn't blushing before, he sure as hell was blushing now. Warmth bloomed in his chest, his spark giving such a happy pulse. Biting his lip with nervousness, First Aid continued to smile as he thought of the right words to say. Pulling free one of Rodimus's serious to rest over his chest, positive he could at least faintly feel his spark flutter excitedly at the confession, First Aid lowered his head to press his lips into Rodimus's cheek. "I've never been asked for any sort of long term commitment like this before. Needless to say, I'm more than thrilled. It's got me feeling so warm, Rodimus, I'm more than okay with being courted. Let's just work at our own pace. I'm more than happy to accept the offer." Present time. Sadly, First Aid rolled off Rodimus and sat up straight. He motioned for Rodimus to follow suit. Once they were both up, First Aid scooted his way onto Rodimus's lap, his back flat to Rodimus's chest. Opening up his subspace, First Aid sifted for a few moments. Like a magician pulling scarves from a hat, First Aid began to pull autobot brands from is subspace. One by one he gently placed them on the bed sheets before then. Dent, Pipes, Tripodeca, Ambulon (which was kept separated and placed on his thigh), the alternate Rodimus, and more recently Trailbreaker. Red Alert's badge had been returned once he came back online, all his other patients badges were mounted to a fixture in his habsuite. Gently his careful fingers rubbed across them, their surfaces all holding a shine they lacked when on their vessels. It was clear First Aid had been caring greatest for their conditions, Ambulon's naturally the most well kept. It gave him a hitch in his spark, squeezing Ambulon's badge in his palm. That brand was too much to look at right now, instead he put it back into his subspace. "All of these belonged someone important to me. Someone important. I could list them off, but these preserve their memory. That last bit of them I can carry along with me. A heavy reminder that with life there's war, and with war comes sacrifice, but sacrifice... Sacrifice doesn't mean that we should forget. Move on to continue you're life, yes, but by holding them in your memory..." With Ambulon's brand gone, it left First Aid to choose another to squeeze. He chose alternate Rodimus's. "Ratchet told me you had died. It had been some time after Ambulon's death, his death, and I... I didn't leave my room for awhile. I couldn't do anything with myself, and then he came and asked if I would like to do the autopsy. No. I didn't want to do that autopsy. It made my tanks churn just thinking of going through with it. A-anyways, it was the first time I had left my room and afterwards when we found out it wasn't you... I decided to keep hold of the brand as a reminder that you're still here. Only now you're here with me." He needed a moment, clearing them all off the bed except for one, all the others returning to his subspace. "I want you to have Trailbreaker's badge. He was really important to the two of us, but I want you to be the one to carry on his memory. You confided in me at the shuttlebay, I've been thinking about this since then. I insist." Putting the badge in Rodimus's palms, First aid clasped his servos over Rodimus's, giving a squeeze. Pressing forwards with his field, Aid almost wanted to ask for a hug. Hoping that Rodimus would pull him close, Aid tilted his head, resting it against the bulk of his shoulder. Between the talk of courting and deep gift exchanging, First Aid was saddened that he and Rodimus couldn't really kiss, not having that privacy. |
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| Rodimus | 13 Jun 2016, 04:17 PM Post #14 |
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As long as they were the only two in the room, Rodimus was going to keep cuddling with First Aid. It made him relax and he knew, from the kisses and the other mech's hand on his spoiler that First Aid appreciated just this simple gesture of affection. That was all Rodimus wanted, really. This visit was for the medic, so Rodimus could make sure that First Aid knew he wasn't alone, that he'd have Rodimus to keep him company while he healed. Even if Velocity did come in, actually, Rodimus didn't think he'd move from where he was. First Aid was clearly comfortable where he was and Rodimus doubted that Lottie would protest too much, as long as Aid wasn't up and about, trying to work. Though he wasn't as familiar with her as he should be, he knew that Velocity was much easier to deal with than Ratchet, crotchety old mech the former CMO was; surely Velocity would be a little more lenient about her patient using their captain as a mattress. At least, he hoped that was the case, because he wasn't going to move, since laying here with First Aid was doing both of them a world of good. A soft laugh escaped Rodimus as he brought his hand up to smooth over First Aid's back, fingers trailing over tire and panel, slipping beneath the kibble of the other mech to trace the windows at Aid's back. "You don't smell like either to me," he told the other mech. Rodimus gave a soft sigh as First Aid moved his hand to the badge on his chest. Beneath that badge lay Rodimus' very spark and where, once, the Matrix had laid. The badge wasn't his original one, a replacement for damaged or destroyed ones that he'd worn from the day he'd joined the Autobots. It didn't matter that the war was over, Rodimus continued to wear the Autobot badge for the ideals it stood for, the same ideals that Rodimus had fought for since Nyon. First Aid spoke of how Rodimus was sick of war and loss, of the confidence that Rodimus often faked, and every word of it was the truth. Behind closed doors, the confidence faltered, the weight of everything he'd lost and continued to lose pulling him down. But he never gave up. Rodimus would never give up. It just wasn't in his nature. At the last part, he gave a quick grin. "Oh, so the handsome face isn't the main reason you like me?" he asked, teasingly. He actually was glad that First Aid had spoken of the other reasons before even mentioning his looks. Rodimus was narcissistic, yes, but to know that First Aid was attracted to him for more than just his face had his spark pulsing under the other mech's fingers. He kept his fingers gently circling over the First Aid's back for a moment before pausing at the quiet message over his comm. :: Would that be a bad thing? I think I'm already falling for you. :: And it was the truth, once more. Rodimus had never considered a serious relationship and he was already asking First Aid if courting him would be okay. He'd never considered anything more than a few times in the berth with someone before, always unwilling to let anyone closer to him in fear of being hurt again. This was different. What was growing between him and First Aid was new for him and it scared him a little, but he wouldn't give it up, either. So when First Aid kissed his cheek and said he was more than happy to accept the offer, Rodimus smiled, turning his head just enough to catch the other mech's lips in a long, slow kiss to show how happy he was from the other mech's answer. He only broke the kiss when First Aid moved to sit up. He shifted so there was plenty of room for Aid to sit and slipped his arms around the other mech once he'd settled, leaning forward to rest his chin lightly against Aid's uninjured shoulder. As Aid began bringing out Autobot brands, Rodimus recalled someone saying something about First Aid having a bit of fanaticism for Autobrands. He'd never asked about it, but it was clear now that there was some truth to it. The other mech's explanation, of the brands all belonging to someone important to First Aid, made it seem almost belittling to call it an obsession or fanaticism. Having something to remember someone by, even just an Autobrand... that was more than most of them ever got. There was something really odd, he felt, seeing the Autobrand that First Aid explained was from the corpse of his other self. Rodimus had been in shock when he'd found out that he - another version of himself, anyways - was inside the coffin they'd picked up. He'd thrown a fit, denied it, locked himself away to try to get over the terror of seeing his own empty shell laying in that coffin. After the whole duplicate incident, Rodimus had put it all behind him, not wanting to think about it again. Now, well, he was here. He was here with First Aid. "And I'm not going anywhere," he promised quietly. As First Aid placed Trailcutter's badge in his hands, saying that he wanted Rodimus to have it, he found himself at a loss for words. Trailcutter's death had affected both of them terribly, with First Aid having been on Ofstead XVII with Trailcutter and Rodimus having tried to save his life back in the past. However, Trailcutter was on board the ship right now, alive and well - a different version of him, but still the same mech. Anyone else might have thought it morbid for Rodimus to carry the badge of a fallen comrade when a living duplicate of said comrade was walking the halls of the ship. But Rodimus felt it was the same concept as First Aid carrying the badge of Rodimus' duplicate - it would serve as a reminder, of the Trailcutter they'd lost. Still, with the reminder of the Trailcutter on board, Rodimus couldn't keep silent. "Thank you, First Aid," he told the other mech. "I'll take care of it. He deserves that, especially from me." The Trailcutter they'd mourned, the one Rodimus hadn't given enough consideration to in life, was still gone, but he needed to tell Aid what had happened while he was in the infirmary. "Aid, you know how the crew found Rewind in the duplicate ship?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 17 Jun 2016, 02:00 PM Post #15 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Velocity was the last thing on First Aid’s mind, as was the other medic resting next door. They had been a pretty prominent thorn in his side until Rodimus had come and distracted him in the medbay. It was hard to not feel distracted when the captain had come and provided excellent company, touching at his helm and sides with up-most affection. If there hadn’t been any reminders as to just where they were, First Aid wouldn’t feel the need to withhold his field to the point that he was. It was always hard to keep positive feeling swallowed back, and Rodimus made that even harder. Especially with his lips on the medic’s cheek. Then his jaw. One hand smoothing over his back, not the bulk that protected his small frame, but his actual red back plating. It was hard not to make any noises, not when he was so unused to anyone’s fingers trailing around those seams. Visor flickered, lip bitten, a noticeable quick flare in his field before he pulled it back close, letting his body rest back into his hands. “No, no your face isn’t the main reason. All teasings about your gold crest can lay ways to rest, your visuals are quite attractive but there’s more to you than that and you knows it.” Words were spoken quietly, hushed, as they were only meant for Rodimus to hear. Aid rather liked where he was, perched on the other, petting and patting over Rodimus’s flamed chest. Unsure how to answer Rodimus’s comm, he chose to just leave it at that. They both had confirmed what the other had said. Before he knew it, Rodimus had closed the space between them. Long overdue. Long, sweet, tender, slow. First Aid was melting in the others arms, wrapping his own good arm up around the bulk of Rodimus’s protected neck in attempt to feel closer. All their kisses to this point had been quicker, more heated, hardly as slow and comforting as this one had been. Sighing to Rodimus’s lips as they broke apart, Aid had sat up, his field going crazy. Pulling in and out, trying to contain the blissful feeling. Surely anyone outside the door would have noticed the erratic spikes and waves, tugging in and outwards. Hopefully Pharma was sleeping, Lottie doing her job. Neither were on his mind, but had they been he’d be more collected. It was hard not to feel dazed after separating. Going through the badges hit some sore spots, it was clear as First Aid explained and spoke. Lingering feelings of the disapproval from his peers on his collecting. It didn’t just disappear so quickly, it was hard to shake that insecurity. Especially when it had caused muddied waters between him and Pharma, him and Ambulon even, him and the workplace. Pleasures and work never mixed well, but was remembering loved ones really considered a pleasure and not anything more? Rodimus had thankfully been more accepting and understanding, which was a load off his shoulders. Had he not been so previously emotional with Rodimus, he’d had been able to hold back the small catches of optic fluid that trickled out the bottom of his visor. Good hand reached up to free any trapped remains, wiping it free. “I wasn’t really… I wasn’t doing too hot when Rewind was recovered, but yes, I do recall when Rewind was found. Vaguely. I, I wasn’t in the best health then.” He really wasn’t sure if he liked where this was going. Was Rodimus implying that maybe Ambulon had been found? Or was that too desperate of thinking? He didn’t want to think about him, not with his helm finding its way tucked beneath Rodimus’s chin, fingers tracing circles over the flames on his chest. “What are you getting at, Rodimus…?” |
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