TF (OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Summary: Trailbreaker gives Tracer a hand getting clean after… well, she’s not saying!
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the 28s Meme - find the claim page here! This is Bath-Time, as chosen by flamingmarsh.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“I cannot believe…”
“I know! Just… please?” Tracer cut Trailbreaker off, held out the cleanser and turned around. Trailbreaker just stared at her back.
“You are going to have to tell me how you managed that.”
“After you clean me up! Maybe… Just, please?” Without even seeing her face, he could tell that she was horribly embarrassed about whatever it was that had caused the amount of mud and dirt covering her frame. Without another word, he started cleaning away the dirt and greenery stuck in her tires and plating.
“How did you get a…” Tracer held up a hand, effectively cutting him off. Shrugging, Trailbreaker threw it to one side and concentrated on cleaning again.
Eventually, the hard strokes turned into soft rubs and Tracer relaxed, knowing that most of the dirt was off. Trailbreaker smoothed the cleaning cloth over her plating, brushing the last of the grime away.
“Just need to rinse now…” He murmured. She turned, sending a grateful smile towards him. Height differences meant that Trailbreaker had knelt down to be able to clean her chassis properly. Unable to resist, she leant forward to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck, revelling in the fact that she could do it.
“Rinse off… then we can play.” He grinned at her, standing up and sweeping her up in one move. She couldn’t help but yelp as he did so, instinctively tightening her grip. He stepped under the spray making sure to get her thoroughly wet before letting her drop to the floor. Turning, he snagged a ‘towel’ and threw it at her.
“Come on, dry off and I’ll give you a polish while you tell me exactly how you managed to get a branch stuck…” He stopped as she glared at him, flashing her a smile.