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[Nov 18] [G1 Transformers] Shades of Beauty
Title: Shades of Beauty
Date/Theme: Nov. 18 / Bring you to your knees
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: some random mech, Channel (OC), Firestar
Rating: PG-13
He gazed at the violet face of the female Autobot before him, his optics roaming over the smokey gray of her limbs and abdomen, her alt mode armor shining silver, her helm a dazzling white. Dazzling, too, was the smile she presented seemingly just for him. She ran her hands along his arms and he leaned forward eagerly, waiting for a chance to embrace her...to hold such beauty close to him, to kiss those lips. She held the promise of so much more.
"Channel, Channel," he murmured, "You are the most gorgeous femme I've ever seen. Your spark is of gold..." He felt himself sinking, not just lost in her optics, but physically as well as he lowered himself so that she seemed to be a goddess above him.
"I elevate you above all others in my spark's core. Please, honor me -- bless me! -- with your voice...your song. I will do anything you ask!"
She smiled, so coy and modest yet knowing and beguiling all at once. He felt his circuits melting and his answering smile was dazed. Then she began to sing. It was a gentle tune at first and he shuttered his optics, letting himself drift to the sound. Then something more insistent entered her voice, the volume or pitch or something changing. He felt it reverberating through his audio receptors and on into his systems. He had to suppress a moan of pleasure. He had never heard any sound so beautiful -- and the one perpetrating the sound would usually have looked down on someone so musically-challenged as he. He wasn't completely tone-deaf; she gave him that much. If not by her voice then he would have been ensnared by her physical beauty.
She leaned closer and stopped singing long enough to whisper a few questions into his audios, the fingers of one hand trailng down his chest. This time he couldn't contain a moan, and whispered hastily back. She smiled and sang again. He turned and walked away, optics unshuttered but expression still dazed.
Another female Autobot, predominantly pale red, stepped from the shadows of the adjacent alleyway. "Third spy this thirty-six megacycle. That was impressive, Channel..but also a little creepy. Are you certain you're not a Decepticon?"
The silver femme laughed. "Firestar, don't say such a thing! I am merely using my gift for the good of our cause."
Date/Theme: Nov. 18 / Bring you to your knees
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: some random mech, Channel (OC), Firestar
Rating: PG-13
He gazed at the violet face of the female Autobot before him, his optics roaming over the smokey gray of her limbs and abdomen, her alt mode armor shining silver, her helm a dazzling white. Dazzling, too, was the smile she presented seemingly just for him. She ran her hands along his arms and he leaned forward eagerly, waiting for a chance to embrace her...to hold such beauty close to him, to kiss those lips. She held the promise of so much more.
"Channel, Channel," he murmured, "You are the most gorgeous femme I've ever seen. Your spark is of gold..." He felt himself sinking, not just lost in her optics, but physically as well as he lowered himself so that she seemed to be a goddess above him.
"I elevate you above all others in my spark's core. Please, honor me -- bless me! -- with your voice...your song. I will do anything you ask!"
She smiled, so coy and modest yet knowing and beguiling all at once. He felt his circuits melting and his answering smile was dazed. Then she began to sing. It was a gentle tune at first and he shuttered his optics, letting himself drift to the sound. Then something more insistent entered her voice, the volume or pitch or something changing. He felt it reverberating through his audio receptors and on into his systems. He had to suppress a moan of pleasure. He had never heard any sound so beautiful -- and the one perpetrating the sound would usually have looked down on someone so musically-challenged as he. He wasn't completely tone-deaf; she gave him that much. If not by her voice then he would have been ensnared by her physical beauty.
She leaned closer and stopped singing long enough to whisper a few questions into his audios, the fingers of one hand trailng down his chest. This time he couldn't contain a moan, and whispered hastily back. She smiled and sang again. He turned and walked away, optics unshuttered but expression still dazed.
Another female Autobot, predominantly pale red, stepped from the shadows of the adjacent alleyway. "Third spy this thirty-six megacycle. That was impressive, Channel..but also a little creepy. Are you certain you're not a Decepticon?"
The silver femme laughed. "Firestar, don't say such a thing! I am merely using my gift for the good of our cause."