Bitties p. 13
Rating: Mild
Words: 363
Have a lech today. :D
Alpha Trion intently watched the red minibot that had entered the council chambers to deliver an important missive to Ultra Magnus. He had thoroughly enjoyed being returned to his normal frame, although he hadn't really realized he'd been changed. All he knew was that his spark was demanding he frag somebot and that it had been decacycles since his last. Alpha Trion had not gone that long without a frag since he was barely legal. Apparently, if that femme, Arcee, was to be believed, he'd tried to get bonded of all things. He shuddered at the thought. He enjoyed his mechs and femmes too much for that.
So he'd taken at least two dozen bots to his berth in the last decacycle. But each time he'd had that red minibot on his processor. And he didn't know why. Maybe he'd approach the bot for a frag after the council session was over. Yes, that's what he'd do. He'd frag the bot to satisfy his processor's fixation and move on, as he always had. Alpha turned his attention back to the meeting, all the while plotting out how to get that minibot in his berth.
Finally, after what seemed like a decavorn the meeting was over. Alpha left quickly, intent on finding his conquest. Unsurprisingly, the minibot was at his desk in the intelligence division. As casually as he could, Alpha sauntered over, swaying his hips enough to get his cape swishing about in a fashion he knew bots found alluring.
“Hello there.” Alpha greeted, settling himself on the edge of Cliffjumper's desk.
“Did you have something important for me?” Cliffjumper asked, only briefly flicking his optics up enough to see who was there.
“I have an invitation for you.” Alpha said in a suggestive manner.
“I said important.” Cliffjumper shot back icily. “An invitation to the berth that I am in no way inclined to accept is not important. You may leave Alpha Trion.”
At Cliffjumper's words a guardbot appeared and took him by the elbow joint.
“This way please.” The guardbot said, although his grip booked no arguments. With a frustrated sigh Alpha followed him out.
He would get that minibot somehow.
Words: 363
Have a lech today. :D
Alpha Trion intently watched the red minibot that had entered the council chambers to deliver an important missive to Ultra Magnus. He had thoroughly enjoyed being returned to his normal frame, although he hadn't really realized he'd been changed. All he knew was that his spark was demanding he frag somebot and that it had been decacycles since his last. Alpha Trion had not gone that long without a frag since he was barely legal. Apparently, if that femme, Arcee, was to be believed, he'd tried to get bonded of all things. He shuddered at the thought. He enjoyed his mechs and femmes too much for that.
So he'd taken at least two dozen bots to his berth in the last decacycle. But each time he'd had that red minibot on his processor. And he didn't know why. Maybe he'd approach the bot for a frag after the council session was over. Yes, that's what he'd do. He'd frag the bot to satisfy his processor's fixation and move on, as he always had. Alpha turned his attention back to the meeting, all the while plotting out how to get that minibot in his berth.
Finally, after what seemed like a decavorn the meeting was over. Alpha left quickly, intent on finding his conquest. Unsurprisingly, the minibot was at his desk in the intelligence division. As casually as he could, Alpha sauntered over, swaying his hips enough to get his cape swishing about in a fashion he knew bots found alluring.
“Hello there.” Alpha greeted, settling himself on the edge of Cliffjumper's desk.
“Did you have something important for me?” Cliffjumper asked, only briefly flicking his optics up enough to see who was there.
“I have an invitation for you.” Alpha said in a suggestive manner.
“I said important.” Cliffjumper shot back icily. “An invitation to the berth that I am in no way inclined to accept is not important. You may leave Alpha Trion.”
At Cliffjumper's words a guardbot appeared and took him by the elbow joint.
“This way please.” The guardbot said, although his grip booked no arguments. With a frustrated sigh Alpha followed him out.
He would get that minibot somehow.