Breathless Thundercracker supported himself heavily on the wall he so unceremoniously had been thrown up against by the mech now walking down the corridor with a certain gait to his steps.

Still caught up in shock at what just had happened a digit touched his lightly swollen lips as his optics followed the black and purple frame while Skywarp slowly left his vision.

Then first when the wingmate to the Air Commander was completely out of sight, did the blue seeker collapse into a pile on the floor, his digits still tracing the wet trail Skywarps glossa had made on his lips.

Shakily breathing cooling air into his trembling frame he wondered what the frag just had happened.

It was far from his first kiss, but what put him off was the sweet delicate way Skywarps lips had connected with his own, the gentle nibbles at his lower lip that left him speechless and unable to protest the advance.

Decepticons didn't do sweet; neither did they do delicate or gentle.

Composing himself he slowly gathered himself and rose from the ground and on unsteady legs began to walk down the corridor in the opposite way of where Skywarp had vanished.

His processor was still spinning wildly at the remembered touch of the obviously skilled glossa mapping out his lips.

Shaking his helm to clear his thoughts he straightened himself, his wings rising proudly on his back once again as he returned to the lower deck and the squadrons quarters.