Sages of Chaos Nexus-Fic
Nexus-lol as plot device so I could write something that would never happen otherwise between the two characters. Or "Jetstorm and Dreadboots get hit with a love-boulder".
Dreadboots is apprentice_lurk, belongs to her, and is used with permission. Jetstorm is blackwingdove, belongs to me, and has shown up in a more serious ficbit once before on my journal.
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On a roof of Autobot City, two fliers floated prone a few feet above the surface of the roof. The quasi-Sweep lay limp on top of the dark jet, snuggling up to his chest with a dreamy smile on her face. He had his arms wrapped loosely around her waist, and a dreamily satisfied smile of his own. Both pairs of violet optics were very dim, post-overload.
Jetstorm raised a hand to cup her cheek. "Dreadboots..."
She sighed softly, pressed into his touch. "Yes?"
"That was magnifi-"
"Wow...," Fireflight said dazedly. "That was so awesome, I can't feel my wings."
"You don't have wings anymore, idiot," Slingshot growled.
Dreadboots giggled and nuzzled Jetstorm's throat. "I didn't know they felt it too."
"Well, they're tied into my systems," Jetstorm husked, soft jets of air streaming from his intakes and over Dreadboots's wings.
"So, they'd feel it when I did... this?" the quasi-Sweep asked innocently as she reached back and tweaked one of his ailerons.
Jetstorm quivered and dropped a few centimeters in the air. His grip on her tightened, and he pulled her up and kissed her thoroughly. The quasi-Sweep hummed darkly into his mouth, fingers digging into his wings and legs tangling with his.
Fireflight meeped. "Do too have wings."
Dreadboots is apprentice_lurk, belongs to her, and is used with permission. Jetstorm is blackwingdove, belongs to me, and has shown up in a more serious ficbit once before on my journal.
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On a roof of Autobot City, two fliers floated prone a few feet above the surface of the roof. The quasi-Sweep lay limp on top of the dark jet, snuggling up to his chest with a dreamy smile on her face. He had his arms wrapped loosely around her waist, and a dreamily satisfied smile of his own. Both pairs of violet optics were very dim, post-overload.
Jetstorm raised a hand to cup her cheek. "Dreadboots..."
She sighed softly, pressed into his touch. "Yes?"
"That was magnifi-"
"Wow...," Fireflight said dazedly. "That was so awesome, I can't feel my wings."
"You don't have wings anymore, idiot," Slingshot growled.
Dreadboots giggled and nuzzled Jetstorm's throat. "I didn't know they felt it too."
"Well, they're tied into my systems," Jetstorm husked, soft jets of air streaming from his intakes and over Dreadboots's wings.
"So, they'd feel it when I did... this?" the quasi-Sweep asked innocently as she reached back and tweaked one of his ailerons.
Jetstorm quivered and dropped a few centimeters in the air. His grip on her tightened, and he pulled her up and kissed her thoroughly. The quasi-Sweep hummed darkly into his mouth, fingers digging into his wings and legs tangling with his.
Fireflight meeped. "Do too have wings."