raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-10 20:49:00 |
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Transformers Movie ('Bee/Mikaela)
Title: My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: Call it a soft NC17.
Word count: 556
Prompt: Transformers (movieverse), Mikaela/Bumblebee: repairs - "Hold still."
Notes: The songs used in this fic are as follows: "Smooth," Carlos Santana; "Rock Me," Great White; "Shameless," Garth Brooks; "Only The Good Die Young," Billy Joel; "You Shook Me All Night Long," AC/DC
"Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun..."
Mikaela smirked at Bumblebee over her shoulder. "You're shameless, you know that?"
Bumblebee flickered his lights at her cheerily. "Yep."
The human rolled her eyes with a muttered imprecation, but she was still smiling, which was more than enough for the Camaro. Still idly flipping through stations, he edged closer to peer as best he could at the garage-bound "project" Mikaela was currently devoting all her attention to.
The car itself was a beauty - a blue Corvette that bore Mikaela's fingerprints all over it - but it had no life, no spark, and Bumblebee had no eyes for it. Mikaela filled his senses, all harsh breath and clever worker's hands and engine grease on her coveralls. Bumblebee had demonstrated considerable patience during his recon mission on Earth, but Mikaela hadn't been right in front of him then, and the yellow mech decided rather abruptly that his patience had reached its end.
He crept over the driveway until his bumper was barely three inches from Mikaela's thighs. Absorbed in her work, the human didn't notice, until...
"Rock me! Rock me! Roll me through the night..."
"God!" Mikaela shrieked, leaping forwards to crack her knee on the Corvette's fender. "Ow! 'Bee, you ass!"
"Sorry, Mik," Bumblebee offered contritely, though his damage-rough voice couldn't hide a tremor of mirth.
"Oh, you are not." Sighing, Mikaela turned and fixed him with a disapproving frown.
Bumblebee rumbled his engine at her hopefully. "I'm shameless, when it comes to lovin' you, I'll do anything you want me to..."
"Oh, stop." Mikaela shook her head, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she reached down to press her fingers against Bumblebee's hood lever. "Open up," she ordered.
Bumblebee popped his hood so fast he nearly whacked Mikaela in the nose. Laughing at him, the girl spread her fingers across the top of his engine compartment. "Come on, come on, Virginia, don't you let me wait," Bumblebee hummed, rocking back and forth on his shocks.
"I can make it fast," Mikaela teased, and reached fearlessly into the workings of Bumblebee's engine.
Bumblebee roared and rocked hard into Mikaela's hand, feeling her quake with laughter against him as she manipulated sensor after sensor with maddening precision. His radio tuner scanned crazily across the frequencies and was drowned in garbled static as Mikaela slipped her hand deeper in his inner workings. "Primus," he managed in a pained croak.
Mikaela gasped and stiffened against him. "Hold still."
"Sorry," Bumblebee whispered, and forced himself to relax, free Mikaela's trapped hand to keep searching his inner workings until she found just the right spot -
Bumblebee shrieked, the sound torn from his straining vocalizer as white lightning lanced through them both. Mikaela jerked soundlessly, and Bumblebee just managed to scoot forward to catch her half in his engine compartment as she crumpled.
"Mikaela?" he prompted worriedly.
"Oh, wow, came the pleased, satiated moan. "Did I know you could do that?"
"I don't know," Bumblebee admitted wobbily. "Did you?"
"Heh." Sliding back, Mikaela rested her head on her arm with a smile. "Well, are you satisfied now?"
Bumblebee paused, scanned the airwaves for something that could even begin to encompass what he felt.
"Yeah, yeah, you shook me all night long..."