3.Er...Mostly just the whole TF cast. They are all over-sexed. Just not there, thankfully.
“Out of the question.” Optimus rumbled.
Megatron’s optics narrowed dangerously as he watched the two traitorous seekers bristle and move to stand in front of their trine leader, blocking him from view. After a moment Bumblebee stood in front of the seekers, crouching in a protective stance and bristling himself. He reached back to touch Starscream for a moment, a reassuring gesture that was not at all lost on Megatron, and then turn back to his uncle. He stared up at him for a few kliks, the control room silent except for the sounds of Prowl and Jazz still crashing around, and then made a very rude human gesture with his right fist.
4. Jazz/Prowl The apartment was small as those things go. One berth to share between them. They had indulged in a decent sized one at least. Jazz informed him the place was a small little dump and he didn’t know how Prowl had talked him into it. Prowl only chuckled, it was close to the war academy and the art district so the twins would be close at hand. Did they really need more? Jazz pointed out they could have better. He wasn’t rich but he had more than enough credits for that in his trust. Prowl had always wondered how Jazz had been able to afford the buy the little presents he often found in his rooms. Presents and the upgrades Jazz had helped him procure. He had come to learn that none of it had been cheap as credits went. Jazz had just shrugged, his family was not amazingly wealthy, but they did very well. That had been the end of their credit discussions, Jazz preferring not to talk of such things as long as all the bills were getting paid.
5. Alexis/Skywarp...oddly enough. “Are you in the army?” She finally asked, clearly dazed, her fingers wound in the chain.
“You could say that.”
He kissed her again, smiling. “Alexis, what else do they call you?”
She gave him a puzzled look, “Oh, you mean my last name.” He laughed, “Black, actually, Alexis Black.”
His lips curled into an amused smile, “Oh, that is perfect.”
Her brows rose, “It is? I always thought it a bit...dull.”
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Re: So much length fail. And Sign-in fail as well. :3
Date: 2011-09-09 02:09 pm (UTC)“Out of the question.” Optimus rumbled.
Megatron’s optics narrowed dangerously as he watched the two traitorous seekers bristle and move to stand in front of their trine leader, blocking him from view. After a moment Bumblebee stood in front of the seekers, crouching in a protective stance and bristling himself. He reached back to touch Starscream for a moment, a reassuring gesture that was not at all lost on Megatron, and then turn back to his uncle. He stared up at him for a few kliks, the control room silent except for the sounds of Prowl and Jazz still crashing around, and then made a very rude human gesture with his right fist.
4. Jazz/Prowl
The apartment was small as those things go. One berth to share between them. They had indulged in a decent sized one at least. Jazz informed him the place was a small little dump and he didn’t know how Prowl had talked him into it. Prowl only chuckled, it was close to the war academy and the art district so the twins would be close at hand. Did they really need more? Jazz pointed out they could have better. He wasn’t rich but he had more than enough credits for that in his trust. Prowl had always wondered how Jazz had been able to afford the buy the little presents he often found in his rooms. Presents and the upgrades Jazz had helped him procure. He had come to learn that none of it had been cheap as credits went. Jazz had just shrugged, his family was not amazingly wealthy, but they did very well. That had been the end of their credit discussions, Jazz preferring not to talk of such things as long as all the bills were getting paid.
5. Alexis/Skywarp...oddly enough.
“Are you in the army?” She finally asked, clearly dazed, her fingers wound in the chain.
“You could say that.”
He kissed her again, smiling. “Alexis, what else do they call you?”
She gave him a puzzled look, “Oh, you mean my last name.” He laughed, “Black, actually, Alexis Black.”
His lips curled into an amused smile, “Oh, that is perfect.”
Her brows rose, “It is? I always thought it a bit...dull.”