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Starscream/Jennifer
xeno, sparkplay
Sorry. Was going through the hard drive last night and found this. It's literally the first xeno I ever wrote. I hadn't even given Jennifer a name yet. Aaaaas if you're going to need me to tell you this. It's my week for the newsletter so I can remember to, uh, NOT include this one. Still, I thought some of you might enjoy the Point-and-Laugh
“Do it,” he whispered. “I want you to.”
She climbed up onto his torso, kneeling around the protective cowling that added extra armor around his spark chamber. “Going to make me work for it?” she smiled. She traced the engraving pattern around the cowling with slow, light fingers. He sighed, his eyelids shuttering. The metal was warm to the touch and silky. Her fingers skirted the hexagonal shape, stroking around and up the shape. Starscream’s chest rumbled, pre-ignition in his engines. The cowling vibrated. She traced the very edges of the cowling plates with her thumbs in small, light circles. He could have retracted the cowling if he’d wanted. He wanted her to work for it. Sometimes he wanted it hard and fast and sudden. Sometimes, he wanted her to drag it out. Either way, it seemed he wanted it to be just at the edge of tolerance—hard and painful, or torturously teasing.
The cowling finally retracted under her fingers. The spark within glowed blue gold and bright. She could feel some tingling energy bathing her face. It was warm and soothing, almost the opposite of Starscream’s public personality. Sometimes she thought that the spark energy represented his real essence, how he really was. He gave a hiss like releasing hydraulics. His hands clicked against the concrete flooring. The spark glowed in its chamber, warm and inviting. She sat back, looking over the chamber at his face. “Good enough?”
“Keep going.” Halfway between begging and a command. He never knew which would work with her. Which side he wanted to show her.
“Slow?”
“How you want it.”
“Mmmm,” she murmured. She placed her hand over the open chamber, feeling the slight charge of his spark emergy against her hand. She swirled her fingers in a circle, feeling the energy swirl around her fingers.
He shivered. She felt the energy course through her hand, as if it was getting into her skin, into her blood. She pressed a little into the energy. Her other hand traced the outside of the cowling again. He moaned, softly, one hand reaching up, almost like he was going to touch her. She saw the hand hovering over her, light glinting off the metal talons. She smiled, giving a soft sigh of her own. His spark energy in her body filled her with a tingling electricity, almost sexual, but through her whole body. She moved her hand in a circular pattern. His spark gave a little flash, at each revolution. She pushed further into the chamber, retreated. Underneath her, he shifted on the floor, like she was riding a wave of shifting metal plates. He moaned again, tilting his chest up toward her, trying to force her hand further into the spark chamber. She kept the circular motion up, small wrist circles, trailing her fingers. The spark flashed, more rapidly. He growled in something like frustration.
He squirmed, his hands gouging into the floor, his spine arching. Her own breath picked up, til she was almost panting. This was her favorite part—they were almost connected. She was feeling and responding to what he was feeling. He was passive, just letting it happen. Not trying to control things. Just allowing himself to be touched. Just, openness. The sparking strobed into a flash. He cried out, his whole body spasming. Her own soft moan was drowned out in the noise and flash of his response. His eyes flashed wide open, his chassis trembling in the after effect. The spark glowed brighter than before. She could feel the change in energy, more free flowing. Brighter. Cleaner. His long fingers trembled as he raised them, tracing one talon delicately down her back. “Good,” he said, quietly.
He pushed her to the floor, roughly. She’d always been aware how large and dangerous his hands were, but now for the first time, all she could see was the razor line of the sharp blades. She flipped over onto her back, quickly. He loomed over her, one hand hard on the concrete beside her.
“Are you afraid of me?” he said, strangely insistent.
She found his eyes with hers. Large, red, luminous. The bars that crossed them gave them a strange almond shape. “Should I be?” She didn’t know what had come over him, what this was about. Unsettling.
He picked his hand up, reversing it. He drew one of the talons up her body, a cool smooth line, pulling up the hem of her shirt, cool on her warm belly. He leaned forward, his eyes so close to her she could feel their heat. He drove the talon, slowly, insistently, into her skin. She gasped. He pushed the cold metal further in. She could feel the heat of her blood mix with a sudden rush of cold sweat on her skin.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked again, with that same strange urgency.
She reached up one hand and wrapped it around one of his fingers. “No,” she breathed.
He fell over her, resting his cheek on the floor, his eyes never leaving her. The talon slipped from her skin.
“I,” he said, his voice hoarse, “Am becoming dangerously attached to you.”
She shivered, as if the room was suddenly ice cold. Her hands closed over the gash in her side, and her eyes drifted closed, just for an instant. When she opened them again, he was gone.
She curled over on her side, clutching herself around the pain of her wound and the sudden sensation of heartbreak.
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Date: 2012-01-30 01:18 am (UTC)*Blatant content sigh* This made me happy at the same time it made me sad. Their relationship is as beautiful as it is complicated. I love them. I love this.
Thank you so much for the upload.
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Date: 2012-01-30 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-30 01:20 pm (UTC)Mad props to you, dude.
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Date: 2012-01-30 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-30 04:18 am (UTC)*hides from the paragraph spacing*
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Date: 2012-01-30 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-30 02:20 pm (UTC)It's just that your writing now is much better than this. Even though this is still good. :)
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Date: 2012-01-31 12:45 am (UTC)You know what they say, if you can't say anything nice...? Incidentally, doesn't that puppy love fic you were so praising earlier today use the exact same paragraphing? Did that make you cringe too? I didn't see you mention it to that author.
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Date: 2012-01-31 01:05 pm (UTC)I greatly admire your work. (Practically set the STANDARD for Wing/Drift XD and as far as I know invented Sixshot/Jetfire) I wanted to compliment you on becoming a great writer, instead of a good writer. Nothing more.
Thank you for writing :D
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Date: 2012-01-30 01:56 pm (UTC)And also, was "cowling" perhaps one of your new-found favorite words back then?;D I think I counted to 5 in the first paragraph;D Made me go and find out what it means.