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Andromeda pursed her lips as she waited in the... rather quaint room she'd been stored away in. A bare recharge berth, a corner desk, a lack of any windows, and the one door leading out. Even her little camera drones had been confiscated, for 'safety' and 'security'.
She sighed, unfolding her arms and letting them hang by her sides. She turned on her heel, pacing the small space. Despite the small room, she was most certainly getting her paces in for the evening.
How much longer could these Ascenticons hold her honestly? She was a popular and trusted reporter, someone would call for her rescue soon enough. There were words on the street that needed to get out before they were smothered by either side of this silly 'war'.
At least she was being fueled for now. That lieutenant, Sixshot, wasn't cruel enough to starve her even if her delivery guard didn't speak a peep to her. She'd assumed they were all under strict orders to not say a word, no matter how much she prodded. Even getting one answer from them would be too much to ask her, she supposed.
The door slid open just as she turned away and she span on her heel, the tip of her nose meeting a teal chestplate. She took a step back and loooked up, meeting Sixshot's red optics. Resting her hands on her hips, she narrowed her optics up at him.
"Finally! Come to tell me you're finally releasing me? Or do you want me to interview some of your people?" Her smile turned coy and she pointed up at him, nodding slowly. "Oh, or maybe the lieutenant himself finally came to torture the innocent reporter that he's holding captive?"
Sixshot tilted his head, letting her speak. "You talk a lot."
Her smile and raised hand dropped, energon flushing her cheeks and brightening them. "I'm a reporter! It's my job to talk! And, I'll have you know, I keep quite high ratings. The people appreciate my job, unlike you and your people."
Sixshot stared down at her, mask as unreadably impassive as always. "Who said I did not enjoy your voice?"
Her vocalizer clicked and her jaw dropped. Was she actually just rendered speechless by Sixshot of all people? She was a reporter! She wasn't rendered speechless so easily!
Sixshot stepped closer, into the room. He had to turn his shoulders to fit within the doorway, and he loomed well over her but he didn't intentionally loom to threaten. He raised his hand, showing a bottle of bright pink energon.
"I have a gift."
She stepped back again, giving him space. Heat rolled off of his frame, a comfortable feeling compared to the moderate temperature of her room-cell. "What?"
He walked over to her berth, sitting on it like he owned the space. Still, he held up the bottle to her. "A gift."
She shook off the budding unsettlement and stepped forward. "Why? Why hold me captive for so many cycles, without even my camera drones to keep me company, and guards that refuse to speak to me, and then come visit me yourself with a bottle of engex?"
He tilted his head. "I didn't take high observation skills as so useful in your line of work, but I appreciate it."
Crossing her arms, she set her jaw and stared evenly at him. At least while he was sitting and she was standing, he didn't loom over her as much. "What is it you want, lieutenant? If I were a free bot, I'd assume you were seeking pleasure. A one night stand, a tryst, a private interview even. Use whatever word you'd like, but I'd assume you of all bots didn't want that. After all, why not go for one of your underlings? Oh, or is it the power play you like? Having full control over your captive?"
Sixshot's optics narrowed at the corners and he set the bottle on the floor beside him. "You make a lot of assumptions. I don't need to find a willing bot under my command, and I don't need to fully control you either. You're my captive, but I'm not so desperate to force or manipulate you."
She tapped her fingers on her arm, humming softly. "I've got you figured out. You want me to crawl willingly into your lap, don't you? You want me to initiate this little coupling you've had cooking in your processor since I've arrived?"
His optics narrowed ever so slightly again and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and meeting her evenly. Chuckling softly, he nodded. "Your assumptions are correct."
She smirked, holding his gaze. "So, what do I get for hitting the mark?"
He held out one hand to her, never dropping his gaze from hers. "You get to fulfill that same fantasy, Andromeda."
Her lips landed on his faceplate and he had an armful of pink reporter within a half a nanoklik. He easily pulled her into his lap, her legs sliding around his thighs. She pressed flush against him, her arms slotting around his neck.
One big hand wrapped around her right thigh and the other slid between her legs, rubbing the warmed panel with tow thick fingers. It slid aside without much petting and his fingers slid over her damp valve lips. He traced over them, feeling how much their conversation had revved her up.
She grinded her hips down as she left a trail of kisses along his faceplate and neckline, nudging his fingers between her valve lips. His other hand tightened around her thigh, flexing gently. She smiled against his necklines, nipping teasingly.
He wet his fingers with her lubricants, sliding his own panel aside. He tilted his head, allowing her more access to his necklines. He was confident she wasn't going to do anything stupid. Any stupidity in her persona was false, even as his captive, she wouldn't attempt such a bold attempt to flee.
He dipped the tip of his finger into her entrance, feeling it part under his touch. Her lips curled against a warm energon line and her engine purred. Her breath fanned against that line as she spoke softly, "I can handle a big bot like yourself, lieutenant."
"Sixshot. Use my name."
She giggled softly, pressing her nose against his jaw and pressing her hips down onto his finger. It slid in easily and she rolled her hips, riding it slowly. "Make me."
His engine finally growled and he thrusted his finger in deeply, pumping it quickly. She gasped against his necklines and her her hips stalled as her grip tightened. Once again, he'd thrown her off her game. And so, so easily too.
He pumped his finger, adding a second when he felt lubricant begin to bead down the back of his hand. Her soft moans fed directly into his audial, and deeper still into his spike. His spike began to harden between them, just as her valve dripped more lubricant onto his awaiting hand.
She moaned softly against his jaw, rolling her hips to ride his fingers steadily. She met every thrust of his hand with a motion of her hips, her valve clenching around his fingers. All the while kissing and nipping against his necklines and jaw as if she was leaving her marks on him.
He flicked her node a few times and felt her frame tense, her moan pitching against his necklines, as she overloaded over his hand. He kept pumping his fingers, slowly, deeply. Lubricant dripped down his fingers and the back of his hand, dripping onto the floor.
Sliding his fingers free, he teased her hole with a fingertip. "Use my name."
Heat rolled off of her frame, but still she leaned back and smiled at him. Mischief or sass - he couldn't tell which - had her lips curling. "Make. Me."
His grip tightened on her thigh and his spike was buried in her valve before her spark could finish another rotation. Her mouth parted and her vocalizer clicked, her optics widening to their fullest extent. Concern would've sparked inside of his chest, if not for the way a gush of lubricant slickened his spike.
Sixshot gripped her hips and lifted her to the tip of his spike before letting her drop. The cords in her thighs flexed and she lowered herself slowly, sinking onto his spike. The red of his optics brightened as she met them, her resolve returning to her frame.
Her grip tightened on his shoulders to the point it would've dented a weaker bot's plating. She began to bounce slowly, rising up of her own volition and sinking down slowly. Her hips rolled with every rise and fall and he held her thighs, watching her closely.
He held her thighs and turned, pressing her back to the berth. He leaned over her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he began to properly pound into her. Her valve parted for him just as her legs did, allowing him full access to the deepest parts of her frame.
Finally, a loud moan of his name escaped her, "Sixshot!"
Victory filled him and he gripped the back of her knee, angling her leg up and driving his spike in deeply. With every thrust, he reached her deepest nodes and she moaned to the heavens above. She clung to his shoulders, finding gaps in armor to latch herself onto. He stared down at her, holding her bold gaze.
Even as she was being fucked senseless, every node in her valve stimulated and lubricant soaking his spike, she never looked away from him. It only drove him to fuck her deeper, harder, to sink his weight and strength alike into every thrust. She moaned out his name, chanting it even.
He leaned over her, pressing a hand to the berth above her head. She pulled him closer and he rolled his hips as her lips pressed against his mask again. Once, twice, again, and again. Every thrust was met with a wet kiss.
He sank in deep as he overloaded, spilling into her valve. He pumped his hips, pushing every drop of transfluid deep into her valve. She moaned against his mask, one hand holding the back of his helm. Her valve clung his spike, her own lubricant mixing with his transfluid.
She breathed out a moan as he rolled his hips slowly. "F-Fuck, Sixshot."
He chuckled breathlessly, fans pushing heat out of his frame. "I just did."
Her lips curled into a grin and she pulled him down for another kiss to his mask. He allowed her, only letting go of her leg to let it rest on the berth but not pulling away just yet. He had more planned for his captive.