HEY. Are you callin' her slow? You better not be callin' her slow. She will put skid marks on your aft so fast boy, you'll smell of burned rubber before she even gets close!

And if his face melts well, one more good reason they can't see each other's faces right? As long as, ya know, he can get it back together before she notices.

Speaking of melty though, that's what her back strut is doing, bowing in a curve to press her valve into that thrust, hands and chassis grille pressed hard against the wall of the washrack as cleanser falls over her, running down her body and dripping off her only slightly quiescent spike. Her vents gust out something that sounds like a moan, door panels swinging with his motions as her footplates scrape on the floor, seeking purchase.