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Entry tags:
Interruption
PG
IDW/G1
Drift/Perceptor
fluff, and strangely giggly!Drift again
ficlety thing that is highly suggestive but doesn't go anywhere.
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ravynfyre who is an awesome Percy beta and a great friend. Suggestions how to continue this, ravyn? I'm on IM, as usual. ^_________^
Perceptor bent over his work bench. A rare break in missions, and a pile of backlogged projects and repairs awaited him. He didn’t mind. He was useful this way. And it kept his mind off…other things. He’d finish this repair on Twin Twist’s primary weapon then, possibly, take a look at his own targeting system. It could be refined, always.
He reached for a small arcwelder, optics still focused on the damaged circuit in front of him. His hand closed on an empty space on the bench’s surface. That…wasn’t right. His welder should be there. He looked up.
“Wondered when you’d notice.” A laugh. A black hand twirled the small welding tool over the knuckles just over Perceptor’s left shoulder.
“Need that.”
The welder got snatched away. “I don’t think so.”
“Drift—“ He half-turned. Drift was standing behind him, smiling.
“Driiiift,” Drift taunted, tossing the tool in the air, catching it, laughing when Perceptor winced. “You need a break.”
“I’m fine.” He snatched for the tool.
Drift’s faster reflexes pulled it out of his reach easily. “Really.”
“Yes.”
“When’s the last time you refueled?” The smile grew a blade’s edge at Perceptor’s hesitation. “See? You’re not fine if you can’t remember simple things like that.” He tossed the welder over his shoulder, catching it behind his back with his other hand.
“That’s—fragile.” Perceptor’s hand hung, half-reaching for it.
“This?” Drift laughed, throwing it higher in the air, spinning on one heel to catch it again.
“You’ll break it.”
Drift paused, optics glinting. “And then you’d have to take a break, wouldn’t you?” He held it up to Perceptor’s line of sight, moving his fingers over it as if to crush it. Perceptor stiffened.
“I need to finish this,” he said, quietly. “A few kliks. That’s all.” Aware that he was bargaining, aware that he was giving in, but he was, he realized, suddenly, tired. It was as if all of Drift’s energy was exhausting just to watch.
Drift considered, cocking his helm. The way the high key light glossed over the white helm dazzled Perceptor’s tired optics. “All right.” Drift handed the tool back, solemnly. “But I’m going to enforce it.”
Perceptor frowned, examining the tool. For all of Drift’s rough treatment of it, it seemed intact. “Thank you,” he murmured, flicking it on, bending over the main firing array of Twin Twist’s weapon.
He worked in silence, dimly aware of Drift moving around behind him, until he felt a hand on his scope. He jolted, the tool nearly slicing through a connector cable. “Drift!” he barked.
“You’ve had your kliks. More than you said.” A slight edge to the voice, iron under silk. “Did you lie to me, Perceptor?”
“No. More complicated than I’d thought.”
“Then,” Drift’s voice purred into his left audio, his palm stroking over the scope’s shaft. “You should do it tomorrow, when you’re rested.”
“I can finish it now.” Perceptor’s ventilation hitched, a slide of stars shimmering over his sensornet at the delicate touch.
“Or,” Drift said, leaning closer, sliding his cheek along Perceptor’s helm, letting his glossa flick over the audio, laughing at the sudden tremor that ran through Perceptor’s frame, “you can finish it tomorrow.” The fingers trailed up the scope, the tips just flirting with the lens. Perceptor squeaked, his hands clutching at his workbench, the touch a sweet sharpness, cutting through his exhaustion.
“Can’t…concentrate,” Perceptor mumbled, weakly.
“That,” Drift said, curling his other hand around Perceptor’s throat, tilting it back, up and into a warm, lingering kiss, “is the general idea.”
IDW/G1
Drift/Perceptor
fluff, and strangely giggly!Drift again
ficlety thing that is highly suggestive but doesn't go anywhere.
It's Love Your Beta day at the Failwarp Ranchero. This is for
ravynfyre who is an awesome Percy beta and a great friend. Suggestions how to continue this, ravyn? I'm on IM, as usual. ^_________^Perceptor bent over his work bench. A rare break in missions, and a pile of backlogged projects and repairs awaited him. He didn’t mind. He was useful this way. And it kept his mind off…other things. He’d finish this repair on Twin Twist’s primary weapon then, possibly, take a look at his own targeting system. It could be refined, always.
He reached for a small arcwelder, optics still focused on the damaged circuit in front of him. His hand closed on an empty space on the bench’s surface. That…wasn’t right. His welder should be there. He looked up.
“Wondered when you’d notice.” A laugh. A black hand twirled the small welding tool over the knuckles just over Perceptor’s left shoulder.
“Need that.”
The welder got snatched away. “I don’t think so.”
“Drift—“ He half-turned. Drift was standing behind him, smiling.
“Driiiift,” Drift taunted, tossing the tool in the air, catching it, laughing when Perceptor winced. “You need a break.”
“I’m fine.” He snatched for the tool.
Drift’s faster reflexes pulled it out of his reach easily. “Really.”
“Yes.”
“When’s the last time you refueled?” The smile grew a blade’s edge at Perceptor’s hesitation. “See? You’re not fine if you can’t remember simple things like that.” He tossed the welder over his shoulder, catching it behind his back with his other hand.
“That’s—fragile.” Perceptor’s hand hung, half-reaching for it.
“This?” Drift laughed, throwing it higher in the air, spinning on one heel to catch it again.
“You’ll break it.”
Drift paused, optics glinting. “And then you’d have to take a break, wouldn’t you?” He held it up to Perceptor’s line of sight, moving his fingers over it as if to crush it. Perceptor stiffened.
“I need to finish this,” he said, quietly. “A few kliks. That’s all.” Aware that he was bargaining, aware that he was giving in, but he was, he realized, suddenly, tired. It was as if all of Drift’s energy was exhausting just to watch.
Drift considered, cocking his helm. The way the high key light glossed over the white helm dazzled Perceptor’s tired optics. “All right.” Drift handed the tool back, solemnly. “But I’m going to enforce it.”
Perceptor frowned, examining the tool. For all of Drift’s rough treatment of it, it seemed intact. “Thank you,” he murmured, flicking it on, bending over the main firing array of Twin Twist’s weapon.
He worked in silence, dimly aware of Drift moving around behind him, until he felt a hand on his scope. He jolted, the tool nearly slicing through a connector cable. “Drift!” he barked.
“You’ve had your kliks. More than you said.” A slight edge to the voice, iron under silk. “Did you lie to me, Perceptor?”
“No. More complicated than I’d thought.”
“Then,” Drift’s voice purred into his left audio, his palm stroking over the scope’s shaft. “You should do it tomorrow, when you’re rested.”
“I can finish it now.” Perceptor’s ventilation hitched, a slide of stars shimmering over his sensornet at the delicate touch.
“Or,” Drift said, leaning closer, sliding his cheek along Perceptor’s helm, letting his glossa flick over the audio, laughing at the sudden tremor that ran through Perceptor’s frame, “you can finish it tomorrow.” The fingers trailed up the scope, the tips just flirting with the lens. Perceptor squeaked, his hands clutching at his workbench, the touch a sweet sharpness, cutting through his exhaustion.
“Can’t…concentrate,” Perceptor mumbled, weakly.
“That,” Drift said, curling his other hand around Perceptor’s throat, tilting it back, up and into a warm, lingering kiss, “is the general idea.”
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And silly Drift is just so cute to watch, anyway. Especially when he's looking after Perceptor. (can that be considered a kink? the whole looking-after-for-their-own-good thing? Because that's one of those random things that gets me as much as forearms and gloves.)
I have a board of directors meeting in... meh, 15 minutes. Should be short, but it could run longer, since we may be discussing the entire fate of the team. Will you be on aim later tonight to talk?
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Silly Drift is...really silly. I feel bad. But he has to have SOME fun, doesn't he? And the mercurial changes, I think, actually fascinate Perceptor.
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does that even make sense?