Striptease

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PG-13
Bayverse
Ironhide, Sideswipe, Lennox, OC (Elina Vasquez)
some cuss words, underthings, implied xeno of unspecified type
for flesh_and_steel 's May challenge. Hence the underthings.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”  Elina’s voice cut, sharp and dry, into the open hangar, preceding her entrance.

“What?” Ironhide burst from his alt, pulse cannons humming.  “What is it?” 

Elina stormed into the hangar’s open doorway, swinging her duffel bag. And looking, Ironhide thought, decidedly odd.  That was no proper uniform. It limited her stride, for one thing.  And those…shoes?  Ridiculous. He preferred the sensible boots she normally wore.

He powered down his cannons. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What ISN’T?”  She slung the bag across the table, snatching the zippered top back. “Like we got nothing better to do on a Thursday afternoon than have a fucking Class A inspection?” 

“Inspections are important.”  Lennox popped up from around a makeshift cubicle, glaring as he caught the thin flashes of Elina’s rank on her collar.

“Yeah?  Don’t see you prancing around in this high-quality wool-polyester blend, there, Major Fancypants.” 

“Lennox,” he corrected, flatly. 

“Whatever. Point is,” Elina bent down, popping off one of her shiny black pumps with a sense of relief, wiggling her toes with a blissful groan, “Better things to do than stand around looking pretty.”

“Like what?” Sideswipe rolled forward.  “Looking pretty’s kind of underrated here, if you ask me.”

“No one’s asking you,” Ironhide muttered.

“Yeah well, time for pretty is when we’ve actually worked out all the kinks for pallet-dropping you guys.”

“Pallet-dropping?”  Sideswipe rolled forward. “Uh no. No dropping.” He revved his engines. “Get there on my own wheels.”   

“It’s perfectly safe.  Well. It will be, once we work out all the kinks.” She glared at Lennox, digging in her duffel and hauling out what Ironhide recognized to be her usual uniform, just…rolled into little logs this time. “Which is kind of hard to do standing at attention wearing a fucking velcro necktab.”  She ripped at the little scrap of black at the collar of her green blouse. 

“I like kinks,” Sideswipe said, rolling to a stop by the CQ desk, grinning.  Ironhide cleared his vocalizer. 

“Yeah well, you wouldn’t like these kinks. One wrong move and your Big Bubba is a metal pizza.” 

“Big Buddha.” Lennox folded his arms. “And you shouldn’t be undressing here.”

“Booby,”  Vasquez retorted.  “Buddha’s a shitty name for something you drop out of the sky to rip faces off bad guys.”  Elina stripped off the green blazer, folding it in quarters before laying it on the desk. 

“Elina,” Ironhide warned. “That’s Optimus.”

 

“Yeah, I know.  He kicks ass. Just saying it’s fucking hypocritical to call him Buddha.”  Her fingers worked at the small white pearlized buttons on the pale green shirt. 

“Booby’s not much better,” Lennox said.  

Sideswipe snickered as Elina stripped the shirt off her olive shoulders, revealing a sky blue and white lace bra.  “Boobies.”

“And that,” Epps called out, “Is the last time we let you watch Beavis and Butthead, Sideswipe.”

“Buddy,” Elina suggested, snickering at Sideswipe.  She wadded up the shirt and stuffed it in the duffel.  “Friendly. American. All sorts of good crap.”  She unfastened the skirt, shimmying it down over her hips, peeling the pantyhose off with it. 

“Why are you undressing here?” Lennox repeated. “Big open door behind you?” He sounded like he thought maybe she was…a little dull.

“Oh come on.  Who cares?  Does anyone care, really?” She turned to Sideswipe. “Seriously? You offended by me in my fuckin’ panties here?”

“I’m offended you’re wearing them, yes. You should be naked.”  He straightened up. “Like me.”

“Disturbing thought,” Lennox frowned. “And that’s not regulation.” He jerked his chin at her blue and white mesh tanga and bra. 

Elina shot him a look. “Regulation? Riiiiight.  No way any woman past the age of sixteen should wear white cotton panties unless she’s working in a fetish club.” 

“And this?” Sideswipe leaned in, tugging at the lace edge with one finger. “Not fetish?”

She slapped his finger. “This? Is sexy. And fuck it. I’m allowed to feel a little sexy if I want to.” 

“On Uncle Sam’s time?” Lennox frowned.

“And with Uncle Sugar’s dime, homeslice,” Elina said, tartly. 

“I like it,” Sideswipe said. He turned a sly gaze on Ironhide. “Don’t you, ‘Hide?” 

Ironhide choked.  “I…it’s…not very protective,” he managed, finally.

Elina laughed.  “Adorable, Hide, ya know that?”  She perched herself on the dented green metal table, bare feet kicking in the air. 

“It’s indecent.”

“You see worse at the beach, Major Prude.”  She leaned back, grinning up at Sideswipe.  “And you—are a pervert.”

“Is that bad?” He poked at the join of her thigh. 

“Only cause it makes Ironhide jealous.” She winked. "I like bad."

Sideswipe leaned over her, one palm on the table by her hip. One blade peeped from its wrist sheath. He traced a line with the blade up her thigh, under the lace hem of the panties. “And if I cut these off you?”

“Then you buy me some new ones, big boy,” she said, dark eyes flashing. 

Sideswipe cocked his head for a klik, looking back at Ironhide’s glower, Lennox’s flat glare.  “Worth it,” he said, bending closer. “Totally, totally worth it.”

 

Comments

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hahahahaha!
Sides, you perv.