Warning! Story involves a human and a transformer in a sexual situation. If you don't like it, please don't read it.

She removes her blouse, and I've never been more afraid in my life. I have no idea what I'm doing. I have no idea of what she likes or dislikes. I could seriously hurt her. One wrong move and…

I should tell her no, and there are lots of reasons why. Like every time she says those words so significant to humans, "I love you." I can never bring myself to respond. Astoria, my heart's on Cybertron. Sorry babe.

Maybe its because to me she's like glass. An Autobot's touch could cause more harm than good if I'm not completely careful. Who wants to be on pins and needles when they're in the heat of the moment?

Her skirt is off now. She leans in closer. Primus, she's so warm. Her skin, her lips, her breath, she's radiating. She pants something about how she needs me; whispers nonsense in my audios about how human men just don't understand her. They only want her for power, money, or her looks. They never want anything real.

Astoria, how do you consider any of this real?

I hook my finger underneath a thin piece of armor around her chest and tug it free. She looks nice tonight. The glow of the moon illuminates her skin. Makes it shine; makes me almost forget she isn't metal. Almost.

"Hello! Maybe you could help me with these?" Astoria asks impatiently.

My optics drift to the tangled bits of cloth around her legs. Tights, garter belt, panties…humans wear far too many garments.

I carefully rip the garments away from her body.

Great, she's bare, and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with her. Despite the fact that I should tell her no, a part of me wants this too. And I want this to be worth her while. If she didn't enjoy herself I'd never hear the end of it. Hell, knowing Astoria's mouth the whole Ark would never let me hear the end of it. I want to please her because of my pride too. I'm strongly believe that if you're lucky enough to catch a femme you'd best give her your all. Keep her interested.

That still doesn't change the fact that I'm clueless when it comes to human acts of pleasure. "Reverse the polarity on your energy field," She orders.

"Astoria are you sure that's a good idea? I mean the safest idea? I mean I'm trying to say…" The last thing I need is an electrocuted human on my hands.

"Oh, would you relax? I calculated everything, and this should work. There's only like a two percent chance of me being electrocuted.

And with your luck with electronics the chances of me glitching are what, ninety-nine percent?

Hesitantly, I comply and reverse my field. This is either going to be wonderful, or its going to be disastrous. Warm blue energy swells and envelops my body. It laps at Astoria's exposed legs, and climbs up the hands and wrists pressed against my chest.

Her lips brush my faceplate. Then she moves down my chest plate kissing and stroking my armor.

"Now," she says with a smirk that would make Starscream look humble. "Your engine, I want you to turn it on.

I'm not exactly sure how it worked. My whole body vibrated at the rev of my engine. Feeling her against me felt so good. Her temperature rose, and her body streaked with coolant. My audios assaulted by the sound of our moans. She overloads, and so do I.

I come online to find Astoria recharging on my chest. All I can hear is her steady breathing.

"That was nice" Astoria mumbles stirring ever so slightly. I should complement her. I should tell her I agree, that I was SO glad I didn't kill her, she was beautiful, or that she was…wonderful. Yet all I can manage is a meager nod.

"I love you PG," she purrs in a sickeningly sweet voice. The silence is deafening. I can't bring myself to say anything. Not a word.

"I can wait. If you say it I want you to mean it… jerk." Her balled fist pounds my chest. Then as if nothing has occurred she rolls over and slips back into recharge.