Armada-'verse. Cyberton. Wishes in the night.

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Nightwish blinks as she comes back online, and then quirks a slight grin as she realizes that she's laying on the floor in her quarters, in her favorite place partially underneath her berth. -I made it home. Bonus.-

Then she lifts her head to looks at the tiny being sheltered in the curve of her body, one long finger tracing gently along his helm as she remembers how many times she'd had to rescue him from walking over the edge of the bar the night before. "Hey, 'Clash are you awake yet?"

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He stirs at the contact, optic band powering up slightly. "What's it worth to you?" he mumbles, vocaliser semi-functioning.

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She chuckles softly and tucks her other arm under her head as she trails the finger down to his face and gives him the faintest teasing tingle of electricity. "Good morning, handsome."

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

Thunderclash's visor brightens rather Nightwish. Right. He takes a moment to check his chronometer and get his friendly voice in gear, then sits up and looks up at the Decepticon. He's muzzy and his processor aches from what he fed to it last night, and right now that makes him curse himself for an idiot. "Hey, morning."

He winces slightly as his sensors fritz, then looks around, stretching. He's a little puzzled, something about here is familiar, but he can't place it. "Where are we?"

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She rubs his back carefully with a fingertip, her optics half-slitted with contentment despite her own hangover. "My quarters. In the barracks." A soft chuckle. "Under the bed."

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

"Under it, huh?" He looks around again. It's been a long time since he's seen any room from this perspective. "You know how to put a twist on things, I'll give you that."

Also, keep rubbing there. There is good.

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The rubbing continues as she lazily shrugs one wing. "I usually sleep on the floor anyway. The berth's not wide enough."

Then she goes into a nearly feline stretch, groaning as all her joints and circuits sort themselves out. That done, she turns to her back, taking him with her and sitting him on her cockpit so that she can continue that back rub.

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

Thunderclash shifts to get more comfortable and leans into the backrubs with pleasure. "Maybe you could get a bigger one."

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She snorts and smirks. "I'm a grunt. This is standard grunt housing. Bigger than I'm used to, but otherwise the same thing that all rank and file cannon fodder jets are assigned.

One finger sneaks around to his face. Electric kisses?

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

Thunderclash returns the kisses lightly, though he's thinking as he does. "If you think you're just cannon fodder."

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"I am what I am." She curves her hand around him, once more gently rubbing his back. "And what others think doesn't matter."

-Not even you, as much as I love you,- she adds to herself, though she's certain that he likes her pretty well at the moment, the little narcissist.

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"What about what they give you?" Thunderclash chuckles. "You shouldn't have to care what they think, but it doesn't seem right for them to get it that wrong."

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A lazy shrug, and then she scoops him up gently and cuddles him to her cheek. "My shift doesn't start for another (two hours). Do you want to stay here till your circuits sort themselves out?"

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"How could I refuse an invitation like that?" He snuggles against her slightly. He still doesn't understand why she likes him, but he's never turned down an opportunity just for being weird.

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She nuzzles against him, giving him the lightest of kisses so as to not scramble his CPU any worse. "Mmmm, you still smell like that polish."

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"It must have rubbed in by now." He looks himself over to see if he's gotten any shinier.

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Nightwish flicks on one of her torso lights at low level to help him see, and twitches a grin at the gleam.

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

He winces. "Great, now I hurt my own optics." The hangover doesn't help.

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She quickly switches the light back off and once more nuzzles close to him, her engine rumbling softly as she gives him another gentle kiss to the side of his head. "You look good."

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"I'll buy that one." All the kissing is starting to scramble his processors even more than they are. After a moment of silence Thunderclash asks, "Say, Nightwish, where were you created, again?"

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"No idea," she says absently, still intent on expressing affection without actually trying to fry his mainframe for once. "Probably out on the border somewhere. The first thing I remember's coming online where I served."

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"Who activated you, then?"

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"The first thing I remember is the inside of a crate."

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He blinks. "They brought you online... inside a crate?" That's a bit different, even for a Minicon.

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"I was set to come online at a certain time. But there's nothing in my mainframe from before that." She finally sighs and gives up trying to change the subject.

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"Why would they put you on a timer instead of just onlining you whenever they needed to?" he wonders aloud.