Fandom: Transformers Bayverse/World of Darkness
Pairing: Jazz/Darkstalker
Rating: NC-17 for mech/femme
Codes: Het
Author: Gatekat and fallentaiyoko on LJ
Summary: When Darkstalker wakes up, she finds out that she's still on Jazz and Prowl's berth, and Jazz is rather ... amorous.

Turning a Con 4: Adult Activities

Darkstalker woke slowly, still feeling Jazz in her head, but he wasn't probing anymore. His presence was distant, curious ... keep in careful check. Even as recharge-fuzzy processors puzzled over that, she felt his hands brush across her plating; up her leg, along her side, across her abdominal armor.

"Do you want to try what you were dreaming of?" his voice was lower than before, but still held no malice.

"Yes ... please? If it's not going to make trouble for you with Prowl ... " she replied. Those touches felt nice, and though she'd gotten the basics of interfacing through her programming upgrades, she had no practical experience yet and there was some slight apprehension of the 'what if I'm not good enough?' variety.

"I asked him earlier, when you started dreaming," he murmured against her audial, his hands becoming bolder as slender fingers dipped into seams between armor plates to tease the tactile sensors there, then the wires and tubes below. "We aren't an open relationship, but we aren't exclusive either. My duties make such a commitment impractical at best."

She let out a small cry of surprised pleasure at those teasing touches, having never had anything in her life to compare, and reached tentatively to try to return some of what she felt to him with her own touches. His plating was warmer than she remembered, and he murmured appreciatively at her efforts.

"Would you prefer to explore me without distraction?" he offered as his voice took on a richer vibration that set her sensor net on fire with what she was beginning to recognize as arousal.

"Mm ... but why would I want to stop such a pleasant distraction?" she asked with a hint of playfulness, her touches getting just a bit bolder.

"Some do," he chuckled softly, ghosting his hands across her frame with a light magnetic pulse. "Have you played with yourself yet?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed arching into those touches. "No, I haven't."

"We're going to have some fun then," he purred into her audial. "I'm going to make sure you know four of the five ways to overload first hand before you leave this berth," his voice dropped to a sexy, nearly sub-vocal rumble that sent shivers down her entire frame that he traced with magnetic pulses and slender fingers.

She was in the middle of asking, "Only four?" but the pleasure interrupted her processing. Her fingers gripped at him, trying to pull herself closer to the source of such amazing sensations, and it seemed her sensors had turned themselves up to 'high' without her even realizing it.

"Touch only, what I'm doing to you now," he purred deeply and continued to move his hands and the magnetic field along her body. "Direct input, by valve and by spike," he told her as his fingers briefly ghosted between her legs. "Spark-sharing I won't teach you."

With only a few more of Jazz's skilled touches, she overloaded for her first time, frame shuddering from the intensity of it and voice giving out a staticy cry.

Soft murmurs of assurance in her audial and strong arms held her as she the charge gradually dissipated and she came down, her frame still trembling from the after shocks. "You like?" Jazz purred when she had regained some level of control back.

Darkstalker nodded, still somewhat overwhelmed. "That was ... don't think I know the words to describe. Completely unlike anything I've ever felt before."

Lips kissed her neck and smiled. "I would hope so, honestly," he murmured, still caressing her gently, though without the magnetic pulses. "Any preference on what you want to try next?"

She purred, still in a blissful haze. "If the rest are at least as good as that, doesn't matter to me which we do next," she replied, fingers idly tracing swirls against his armor.

He chuckled softly and slipped his fingers between her legs, drawing erotic glyphs with the tip of his claw. "Open up for me," he purred with a kiss to her audio receptor.

It took her a minute to figure out the commands needed to open that cover, but she managed to do it herself. "Like this, right?" She was still a bit nervous, but the way Jazz was encouraging her and such was helping to give her a little bit of confidence in herself.

"Yes," he rumbled with open arousal as he slid his own panel open. "Spike housing," he traced his claw around the upper of the two sensor-dense zones. With his other hand he guided one of hers to his fully pressurized spike and encouraged her to touch and explore.

She gently touched his spike, uncertain of how delicate (or not) it was, and not wanting to accidentally hurt him. Wanting to reciprocate the pleasure, she stroked along its length and watched his reaction, trying to find the ways of touching it that he liked best.

His vents hitched at her first touch, faint tremors lanced down his frame at her strokes.

"Harder," moaned deeply and used his fingers to guide hers a little more. "Release yours," he murmured, the fingers of his other hand circling her spike housing.

She continued her explorations with a firmer touch, his moan sending a shiver of pleasure through her. Just giving pleasure, not necessarily having it reciprocated, was already starting to build a charge in her again.

Apparently her upgrades included a new subroutine that helpfully supplied the needed code to release and pressurize her spike. It felt unusual, not bad, just new and strange.

Then his fingers glided along its length. The pleasure signals across her entire system went crazy. When he closed his hand around it and stroked, like he'd showed her to do on himself, her hips bucked up of their own accord.

Oh Primus that felt good, and she moaned and stroked Jazz's spike more, speeding up her rhythm, his touches spurring her to a greater determination to repay him for all the pleasure he'd given her so far.

"Oh, Jazz ... feels so good."

"Good," he murmured, gently removing her hand from his spike and guiding it lower, showing her by touch where his valve was, guiding one of her fingers to trace the rim, then slipped inside him briefly. "Whether it's your valve or your lover, if you don't want it to hurt the valve, make sure the one receiving is aroused enough to have lubricant all the way to the rim."

With a kiss to her neck, he let her spike go. With the same gentleness he pulled her over, rolling to his back and bringing her to rest on top of him, his legs spread and rubbing against her sensuously. "Mine is ready, and I want to feel you inside me."

She pushed herself into the slick valve, shivering at the new and pleasant feelings that came with it. Almost on instinct, she started thrusting into him slowly, moaning with the sensation as the charge continued to build in her systems. She looked to Jazz, wanting to make sure it was something he was enjoying too.

He smiled up at her and brought her head down for a long, lingering but ultimately chaste kiss. His body tightened around her spike, rhythmically squeezing and relaxing as he rocked his hips into her thrusts.

"Good instincts," he purred, stroking his hands along her body, casually and gently guiding it into motions that would feel just a bit better for them.

Thrusting harder and faster into his valve, she started exploring the rest of his body with her hands once more. Despite the physical pleasure, he was paying more attention to her thoughts and especially the deeply ingrained submission there.

Had the Decepticons been more manipulative rather than downright cruel, it would have been possible for them to eventually convince her to suicide-bomb an Autobot installation, with promises of joining the Matrix with a blaze of honor and glory. Perhaps it was all for the better of her and the Autobots that things were the way they were.

Jazz moaned appreciatively at her efforts, rocking his hips and rhythmically tightening his valve. He caught her face and pulled her in for a long, glossa-dueling kiss that only broke when the first shuddering moans of an impending overload escapede her.

"Relax and let it happen," he told her softly, stroking his hands down her sides but keeping the magnetic pulses in check to avoid completely overwhelming her.

It didn't take long after that for her to overload, transfluid spurting into Jazz's valve. So overwhelmed by it all, it took her a minute to compose herself enough to slide her depressurizing spike from him and collapse onto the berth next to him, trembling in the aftershocks as she snuggled next to him.

Jazz smiled and held her, caressing her in long, gentle strokes intended to calm and soothe rather than arouse.

"You doing okay?" he asked softly.

When Darkstalker found her voice again, she replied, "I ... don't know?" All of her emotions were going haywire and it was scaring her. A gentle, well-controlled presence was quickly in her mind, not saying anything, simply soothing her, providing a safe place in her mind to get a grip on herself.

~It's okay, Darkstalker,~ Jazz crooned directly to her mind. ~Don't be afraid of your emotions. They can't hurt you unless you let them take control.~

She held onto that presence, letting it be an anchor as she sifted through the maelstrom of emotions, until she could calm down more.

~How do I keep them from taking control?~ She couldn't think of any other solution than try to block them completely, but maybe Jazz knew of a better way ...

~Experience,~ he told her gently but firmly. ~You aren't a pre-programmed. It's extremely unhealthy for you to try and suppress them like that. Learning to use your emotions is part of growing up. Part of the stage of life you're in now.~

She felt like she needed to take some time to process through everything. Although she liked being cuddled up with Jazz and it was comforting, she felt that she should go do this on her own, that she'd wasted enough of the officer's valuable time.

~I'll let you know if you're taking up too much time,~ he responded to her thought and snuggled a little closer. ~Besides, I promised you'd experience four types of overload before you left this berth, and I keep my promises.~