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That's called irony Deadlock, wrapped in humor so dry it's probably too brittle to actually be funny. Welp, guess you'll just have to clean her carpets later then! After the optic rolling is done, because that looks like it takes a lot of effort.

Not that Flashpoint herself is looking. No, she's trying not to think of the last time they were both here together...and how different it is now. Typical for her, once the fighting's done, how should she act? Frag if she knows. But hey, engex makes things better right? "Oh, I have that too. You just have to ask--" oh but she does turn around for this one, extra emphasis on the sweet little grin, "--nicely."

That's more sarcasm Deadlock, because she's going to wave him towards the kitchen anyway. It's not like he doesn't know where everything is. "Can charge your weapons in there too," Hint, HINT. "I'm gonna do something about this walking biohazard condition." Seriously. The viscosity of this slime is more than mildly disturbing, particularly the places it's getting into. Hopefully the standard cleanser will do the job?

Hey, if he cleans her carpets, it's because she got goop on them and he doesn't trust fancy schmancy Autobots to get things clean. And now, look at this, he has to get that brittle bad joke off it, too. Great.

Right. Keep dreaming, Flashpoint. "Hnf. I know where you keep it. I can just slaggin' take some." Because Decepticon....who has cleaned your apartment before. Shut up.

Part of him wants to make the point that while she's showering he could break stuff, burn the place down, steal all her grenades, a whole host of other things, but that would make him the bad guy. He always hated stealing, hated when he'd been forced to steal. So instead, he's just gonna wave his hand. "Good, because you smell gross."

Well Deadlock's clearly got the mojo for cleaning duty, and it's a chance to show off how much better at it than she is right? He is clearly the superior ~~maidbot~~, ~~maintenance droid~~, ~~domestic power mistress~~, keeper of cleanliness. So by all means, have at it!

"Tch. I might have moved it since then." Shut up. She's giving you permission and you better like it, SO THERE.

And good luck stealing her grenade collection because she DID move that. At least it's not under the bed anymore, (she had no idea how virulent dust bunny breeding was under there, holy frag). "Well not for long. And you'll get your turn so don't even think of joining me!" As in, she just made you think about, so think about it some more than then do it.

One day. One day he'll get the better of a verbal spar with her. She's like Wing, but with words. And snarkier.

"Guess I'm going to have to look, then." Oh yeah? How'd you like a Decepticon rummaging through your underwear drawer, Flashpoint?

Go take your shower, because he's got grenades of yours to name.

...except now he's thinking of joining her. Because of last time. Uh.

....

.....

"....don't tell me what I can't think!" A SCATHING retort!

Yeeeeah the weapons she uses are far more blunt, verbal and physical. Little does Deadlock know though, that even if she puts up a strong front, he's got a wedge through into the softer parts. It's been a long time since anyone managed that. Hell if she's going to admit it, but if his aim is true...

"Have fun!" she calls back, knowing the engex is exactly where it was the last time he was here. "And bring me some too!" Because if he's in there serving, he might as well pour two, right?

Meanwhile, she's going to turn the water on and take a little time to cool down her engine. The thrill of battle always sings in her systems for a while afterward, giving her excess energy, and having him here isn't exactly helping her chill out. The things she's contemplating, yeah, those aren't helping either. AT ALL.

"You bet I'm gonna have fun." Brace yourself for little faces drawn on all your stuff, Flashpoint. Because he's not evil, but he's sure not nice. And you deserve it. Little faces on your grenades, at the bottom of your engex glass...he is going to keep himself plenty busy while she's bathing because otherwise he's...gonna end up thinking about her bathing.

That would probably not be smart.

Or at least good for his dignity.

Not that she ever was.

He's just going to make a nice grumpy racket while she's bathing. Maybe even sing a few Decepticon songs, as he rummages.

He better not touch that one grenade, the one that matches his, that's already got a scowly face drawn on it and is set aside in a spot all its own for TOTALLY no reason at all. It's not special or anything so don't even ask.

Flashpoint's not really good for anyone's dignity, especially her own, as she briefly considers rubbing one out right here in the shower. Risk of discovery versus potential calming factor; hmm, touch choice. She's letting the hot water roll over her shoulders and down her back paneling while she thinks, trying to briskly apply cleanser to the goopiest areas, when the racket in the other room comes to her audios. "Hey don't break anything out there!" Including the windows with that singing. (Dont listen to her Deadlock, she's just jealous.)

She can't handle the awesome of Decepticon drinking songs. Which would be better with actual drinking, but, hey, he's working on that right now.

What the....

Oh, look at this: engex exactly where it had been before, and after she'd told him she'd moved it. SNEAKY, Flashpoint, but Deadlock is too crafty for you.

So crafty that he clearly needs to gloat about this. Obviously. So prepare to have your privacy violated, Flashpoint, as Deadlock bursts into the washrack, holding a ration of engex, triumphantly. Hope you weren't doing anything....intimate.

No, clearly she can't. Not while sober anyway, and not while she can't sing along and drown out the rest of the awful.

Not that Deadlock's awful actually, but you never heard her say that, clear?

Besides, Flashpoint's in the washroom where she can barely hear anything, not even the fall of his footplates. Because otherwise she wouldn't be flicking open her interface panel to let the water flow over the closed covers. At least she's got most the goop off now, except for what's stuck in all those pesky seams.

Have an extremely wide-eyed ladybot Deadlock, frozen in place, staring at you like she's got her hand in the cookie jar.

She should do less singing and more, you know, stuff with those weird squishy bumpers in that other alt she has. Those were...weird.

And because she's an Autobot, it's obviously her fault that Deadlock's optics fly, as if by expressmail, right to her, uh, cookie jar. Yeah, he thought he was doing something gloaty by finding her engex. She's...got him beat.

Dammit.

*COUGH*

*AWKWARD NOT MOVING*

*CASUAL DRINKING OF VICTORY ENGEX*

"Carry on." No, seriously, don't let Deadlock stop you.

More stuff like what? That gesticulating the humans do? Or more bouncing off of Deadlock? His real body this time, not that noodley (but admittedly kind of cute) toy he drives around sometimes?

Is this something to gloat about? If so she didn't get the memo. Except maybe she can gloat because you know, she totally taunted him in here with reverse psychology! Yeah. She meant to fo that. Kinda. Except.... Now what does she do with him?

Her engine does a funny little hiccup as he stares at her, something Flashpoint doesn't like yet likes VERY much. The amber optics narrow at the 'carry on' comment and stay that way for a beat or two, then soften to something a little cattier.

"No spectators allowed. Get in or get lost." And in case he has any conflict of interest, the hand covering her interface array is going to shoot out and nab his glass of engex. Yes HIS. And she'll hold it ransom. Because she's the most mature around.

More stuff like...whatever stuff you were getting ready to stuff with your interface...stuff.

Deadlock's all about the stuff.

In fact, that's probably the only reason he lets her get a hold of his victory engex. "Hey!" He scowls but it's not as committed as his other scowls. Scowl Lite.

"I'm plenty clean. You're the one that's dirty." So, yeah, keep being dirty. And let him watch.

Well, her holo has been upgraded thanks to Shockwave. It's far more...accurate now. In the 'stuff' department. *eyebrow waggle*

And maybe she planned it that way: concede the engex for a peek at her stuff. Fair trade? Except the jaunty way her hips tilt only allows a teasing peek. She takes a long draw off the glass before handing it back to him though, totally for show, not at all because it puts a buffer on all her sharp points when it comes to socializing. If, uh, that's what you call this?

So she could shoo him off or just discretely finish up her bathing and be done with it but neither of those things sounds fun at all. And maybe, you know, she likes the way he looks at her. Being shameless has worked for her before right? "Fine," too-casual-shrug, "have it your way." She'll just continue on her way, working through all the seams, the crevices, opening other panels; trying, at least, not to be UNsexy in the process. What? did you think she'd get to good stuff right away?

....don't tell him that, Flashpoint. A) he'll get jealous that Shockwave was touching your mechboobs and B) uh...what were we talking about?

He is getting the distinct feeling that she's putting on a show for him. Not a big flashy kind of show, but the kind of taunty kind of show that's probably half mean.

No one's ever put on a show for him before. Dammit. Stop being all special like that, Flashpoint.

"I will." Have it his way, he means, but he has a distinct feeling that it's going to be pretty much her way.

She's way too slow, and he sees how she keeps skipping over the good parts. Flashpoint. He didn't crash into your bathroom to watch you check your knee armor. Is he gonna have to get in there and show you how it's done?

Apparently he will. Here, Flashpoint: hold this engex, also minus a sip of Liquid Courage, as he steps in, grabbing a scrubbie. "Doing it wrong."

Shockwave was only touching them in the most scientific way possible. Though, he kind of touched all of her holoform but does the code itself really count???

The taunty kind of show that's mean is exactly what's going on here. Because that's what he gets for opting to just spectate! You want to watch Deadlock? Well, she's going to give you something to see then.

In a few minutes here when she works up the courage, SHUTUP!

Apparently her gambit pays off though, because he can't just stand there with his hands full of booze and nothing else. Flashpoint's happy to take that off his hands though, stealing a sip of her own, browridge shooting up as he grabs for the scrubbie. "Oh, you gonna show me up then?" Please do Deadlock, Cybertronian master of cleanliness.

No you shut up. Harrumph.

Especially about Shockwave messing with her bumpers. Perverted fraggin' Senators.

And he'd like watching if he had something called 'patience'. He has none. "Gonna show you how it's done." He is going to scrub you up good.

Wait. That doesn't sound sexy at all. He's just gonna take the scrubby and trail it down between her thighs. Actions speak louder than words...right?

Can't make her, HUFF.

And maybe Shockwave was a little perverted, given the upgrades he made to her holoform while teaching her how to program them. He insisted on being thorough and precise, but she wonders sometimes.

Patience? Deadlock? Yeah that'll be the day. It's working in her favor though as that scrubby moves down her plating, between her thighs which might spread oh-so-casually. Hey she's just shifting her weight okay? So she can stand a little taller and remind Deadlock he's the little guy here.

And maybe it takes a whole lot of her self control not to put her hands on him in ways that aren't nearly as subtle as he's being. She can't entirely control her EM field though no matter how tight she tries to keep it. Sorry Deadlock, if that thing it's doing is kinda rude.

Oh he's totally gonna try to make her...uh...something.

That's it, Flashpoint, tell Deadlock all about Shockwave and your weird bumpers. That'll really bring out his sunny disposition.

Oh, was he being subtle? Is he gonna have to try harder? He just might...after he skims this scrubby over that open equipment cover again. "...the frag did you get goop in here?" Seriously, Flashpoint. 'Getting into your work' had its limits.

Gonna make her squirm is what. It's kinda hard to keep up tough appearances when someone's got their fluffy scrubby thing up against your privates. But she is doing her best here, even if hot air gusts from her vents. That's just because the water's running hot. Yeah, really.

"I didn't!" That would be super gross Deadlock, do not even go there. Though, uh, that means she has to explain her ulterior motives. "I was just making sure. That stuff gets everywhere. Almost." Wow she needs to shut up with that line of logic because it's going nowhere good for her.

When in doubt? Turn on the bold. Brazen behavior is her solution for everything right? So she'll lean into the touch, and closer to Deadlock too, a slippery, tilty smile on her face. "You're being way more thorough than last time." Are you gonna kiss her too Deadlock? Because she might get there first.

Yeah, well, maybe that's what he's counting on, Flashpoint. Drop that whole tough thing. It's his schtick, anyway. Besides, you look better when you're a little off kilter.

It sure would be super gross, but hey, he's reaching for excuses to get up close and cleany-personal with you, so...don't question him. And don't notice that the scrubbie is doing a lot less touching, and his fingers a little bit more, sliding over the washrack-slick equipment covers. And looking down as she leans in and oops, getting distracted. What was he doing? Oh, right, trying to be a jerk.

"Because you're dirtier than last time." What? Did she think he was gonna say he was grateful for her saving his aft? Yeah, right. ALso, he's tipsier than last time. And the thought of kissing her does cross his mind, a lot, kind of like a stampede of cyberrhinos galloping around his processor. Which leaves him looking at her, feeling her lean up against him, probably looking a little stupid.

Because that's totally new for him, right?

Hey, he's not solo owner of the tough act ya know. Besides, with her it's not an act, so there! She can just, uh, choose to be more relaxed and accessible whenever she wants. Though the rare notion that someone even wants access is more that Flashpoint could expect. Or hope for.

What? She just wants a good post-battle frag okay? No other reason! Get your frilly-loving processor out of schmoopyville. It's weird ~~and kind of cute~~ in there.

Deadlock's not going to need much excuse to make with the hands-on cleaning routine pretty soon here, not given the way she's gravitating towards him, this whole thing escalating like a runaway train. "Better get to it then." Because yeah, she's dirtier all right. With one sent command her valve cover whispers open under his fingers, apparently ready for inspection, but her spike is not missing this party, hell no, and it auto releases all on its own with a noise that almost sounds like 'finally!'.

Got your hands full now Deadlock.

Though so does Flashpoint. She's gonna fix that by turning in the home stretch of the lean in for that kiss, downing the rest of his engex and leaving the cylinder somewhere that might end up being the floor--bah, unimportant details--and pressing their mouthplates together before she swallows it all. Sharing is caring, right?

Clearly they should enter into some shared custody arrangement with the tough act, because it's obvious they both can't have it at the same time.

Don't make him think about frilly stuff, because he'll start thinking that in one of the main shops, he's seen some decorative chain fringey stuff that would look, yeah, uh, really distracting swinging off her spoiler or around those doorpanels.

Those doorpanels that crowd against him, helping push him against the wall. He could totally escape if he wanted to, by the way. Just saying. Just...why the frag would he want to, when he's getting a double handful of aroused Flashpoint. The scrubby may or may not actually fall to the floor--he's not paying attention to it--one hand sliding over the rim of her valve, feeling the silky metal, the other closing around the spike, thumb rubbing the head as their bodies press together, cleanser sluicing over them, the narrow gap between their bodies, pouring over her spike against his belly.

He's almost glad for the kiss, because frag him if he can figure out something snarky and cool to say right now. Instead, he just makes a half-startled, but not at all unwilling sound, before pressing his mouth against hers, hungrily, and not for the engex.

Shared custody sounds fair, and while they're at it, they might consider maturity in that deal too, because then maybe one of them would have it at any given time.

Hey if Deadlock wanted to buy her gifts they wouldn't get returned, just saying. And, you know, pretty things are always an option in case he doesn't want to increase her armory stock.

And sure he could escape if he wanted, his knee would fit great where his hands are now and she'd have no capacity to stop him from leaving. But you know, that's no fun at all right? So if she crowds him it's just a reflection of her desire seeping through, past the denial, and into the push of her hands over his pauldrons, her lipplates against his, the rumble of her engine as she feels his hands on her.

The kiss tips Deadlock's helm back as she looms over him just a bit, the engex tingling over their mouth components, her glossa flicking out over his dentae with a soft growl of need. Yeah Deadlock, she's just going for it, all the way. Risk of crash and burn: accepted.

There's a tiny part of his brain, very crowded out, that's wondering how this exactly happened again? But there's a much larger part of his brain that told that tiny part to shut the frag up or it'd have to get rough with it.

All that matters, according to his sensornet, is her body pressing against his, and the way her spike pulses in his hand. And the kiss, forceful enough to mean business, mingling hot arousal with sweet engex.

It's a little crowded between them for both his hands--frag, right now, tentacles WOULD come in handy--so he, with great reluctance, slips his hand away from her valve, sliding it around her hip, fingertips exploring her aft under the long tails of her doorpanels. He's going to refind that valve, he figures. He'll just take his time about it.

There's a tiny part of her brain that wonders why he even wants her, but the rest says don't even question it, because questions are dumb and better saved for those long lonely hours of the night when recharge won't stay initiated. Enjoy what you get and enjoy it while it lasts, the mantra of her life. So if she seems eager that's a big reason why Deadlock. Flashpoint's not holding back, not for caution or propriety or any of that scrap. Hope you can handle it, because it this is too weird for you, might might wanna jump off this runaway train!

So maybe she's a little put out at first as those fingers draw away from her valve, but oh hello, there's a hissing intake as they move to her aft, her body surging slightly, spike sliding in the grip of his hand, a noise escaping her mouth as she breaks the kiss. But don't go anywhere Deadlock, she's not done kissing you. At least that's what the bite to his lower mouthplate says and the way her hands rake down his sides, almost possessive.

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this thread is my current not guilty pleasure

ditto

OH now I want Holo!FP/Deadlock based off a dare/bet

welcome to my world ;-;

I know what I must do then. MOAR THREADS /shameless

oh no please no stop.

nope NEVAH

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LOL maybe we should add a warning to this log?

maybe. :P kinky robots being kinky

very kinky :D