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Despite not being much of a habitual drinker, Windblade had woken up to just enough hangovers in her life to recognize them without fail upon waking. The particular way the processor ached, the tell tale heaviness that seemed to fill every inch, and the churning in the deepest part of the tanks were all tell tale signs you were in for a bad morning.
This was not going to be a bad morning.
This was going to be the worst morning.
All the way around her processor was an ache so intense she could have sworn Solus Prime herself was inside her helm and trying to bang her way out with her forge. From top to bottom, her body felt like her veins had been pumped full with the densest material in the universe, making movement all but impossible. And it would be a miracle if she made it past the next few minutes without purging her tanks. In far too much pain to go back to the bliss of recharge, she cracked her optics open, groaning at the discomfort of just being alive. What in the name of Primus had she done last night?
Shaking, she lifted her heavy helm and looked around, finding herself in her darkened room. An internal clock told her it was past normal waking hours, but the lack of messages suggested she wasn't wanted by the outside world for anything. Which was good, because they wouldn't be getting her regardless. Despite the throbbing pain in her helm, she tried to recall the series of events that had led her to this miserable state, but found only blackness where memory files should have been. Clearly she'd consumed copious amounts of high grade, but why? She never got purposefully drunk beyond her limits, and how could she have ended up here?
The gentle click of the door opening made her wince, and her blurry optics caught sight of a familiar blue.
"Good morning." Chromia greeted, conversation level volume hitting her delicate audials like a punch. Whimpering, she dug her helm into a pillow, hugging it close as her body reeled.
"Please don't talk so loud..." She begged with a muffle into the poof, looking up just as the other femme sat down beside her. Chromia was holding a cup of something she couldn't identify, and her face was soft with concern as she let her legs hang off the edge of the berth.
"Sorry... I brought you a stabilizer." She whispered, offering a cup of a blue solution so pale it was almost clear. Stabilizers were tasteless mixes meant to resupply all the system fluids a hungover bot had burned through in their overcharge from a night of excess drinking, thus soothing the aches and pains their ailing body dealt with in the morning. Despite her nausea, Windblade knew it would be the one thing to help rid her of the processor ache, and she sat up to take the cup into shaking hands. How like Chromia, saving her in the most dire of moments... The first heavenly sip passed her lips like a cold breeze on a hot day; Primus, she'd even chilled it for her. "Do you remember anything from last night?"
Blinking some of the static from her still blurry optics, she tried again to look back on the night before. Nothing but blackness was in her memory files. Taking another sip to try and clear her helm further, she answered with uncertainty, not liking being in the dark. "No, not a thing... What happened? I've never had anything like this."
"You really don't remember? Don't... recall anything you said?" Chromia pressed, making her more than a little worried.
"No, Chromia, it's all black... Did something important happen?" She replied, looking to the other femme for some kind of hint. Chromia was looking no worse for the wear, but there was definitely an air of something... tense, about her frame. Like she was expecting or working up to something. Ordinarily that quiet concentration made her spark flutter, but at that moment, it was making her more than a little nervous.
"We finally had that femmes night you'd been wanting at that fancy bar across the way. You had three drinks of their good stuff before I had to carry you back." Chromia explained, face neutral as Windblade felt her helm give a pang at the actions she couldn't remember but was mortified by regardless. She'd carried her? Like a university bot who'd gotten hammered the night before graduation? There was absolute humiliation in her spark at the thought, but also a smidgen of terrible regret that she'd apparently been held for real in the strong arms she always dreamed of but had been too intoxicated to remember it.
"You had to carry me?" She squeaked, praying she wasn't blushing despite the heat in her face. Chromia had no idea about her silly little crush, and she intended to keep it that way. Her poor friend was so devoted to being her body guard; how horrible would she feel if the femme she lived to protect had feelings for her she didn't return? She couldn't do that to her. Besides, it was just... an inconvenient crush, one that just happened to visit her every waking moment she was beside the femme in question...
"You weren't in any shape to walk, trust me." Chromia replied, looking surprisingly calm about the whole thing.
"Please tell me I didn't humiliate myself too much..." Windblade begged, horrified by the idea of what she might have done. Never having been anything more than tipsy, she had no idea what she was like drunk, and an endless stream of humiliating ideas was running through her pounding helm.
"I got you out of there fast once I saw you going downhill. You were having fun, but you hardly danced on any tables before we left." Chromia assured, sounding calm enough that she believed her. But the thought comforted her as much as it dissapointed her. She and her friend finally had some time to be together and relax, and she'd ruined it with a failure to know her limits.
"My own idea, and I can't even remember it..."
"Like I said, nothing crazy happened." Chromia assured again, making her smile softly into the stabilizer. How like her friend, to put her reassurance above everything.
"I suppose that's good. We can try again, and I can just order my usual. I don't ever want to be this sick again." Windblade sighed, feeling a little better thanks to the sips she'd taken but knowing she was far from out of the woods. At least she could say she knew for certain heavy drinks were not for her.
"I wouldn't let you order those again even if you begged. You're officially a lightweight." Chromia teased, making her chuckle despite the pain.
"Compared to you, any bot could be a lightweight." She shot right back, knowing that her friend was somehow able to drink the heaviest things on the planet and walk it off like it was nothing. The secret part of her found it remarkably attracting. To be so strong, so resilient, that the stuff meant for Dinobots barely made her stagger... It made her tingle in the silliest way. They sat in a brief silence as she continued to sip, the tasteless, cool liquid like rain on her parched throat before a sudden expression shift in her friend made her stop.
"...You really don't remember anything?" She asked, looking like she was hopeful, pleading even, for her to affirm that she did. The question only brought her panic back in full.
"Chromia, you're saying that like I should. Did something happen you're not telling me? Did I do something I should check the tabloids for?" Windblade asked, unable to keep some the worry out of her voice. Chromia wasn't a stranger to lying for her sake, but the last thing she wanted was to turn on the news and see herself drunkenly making a scene for all of Cybertron to ridicule.
"No!" Chromia blurted out in reply, so loud and sudden she winced in pain as it rang in her delicate audials. Putting a hand over her mouth, she removed it to whisper, avoiding optic contact as she did so.
"You didn't do anything, it's what you said."
The words were vague enough to ignite a panic inside of her. While sharing secrets could be politically disastrous, the very special secret she had in Chromias case would be apocalyptic if it ever got out. Gulping, she found her voice and tried to speak without shaking, desperately trying to read for a hint on the other femmes face.
"What did I say?"
"You started by saying blue was your favorite color, and you liked it on me." Chromia replied, looking amused enough to soothe some of her worry. If everything she'd let out had just been dumb little tidbits about what she liked, then it was quite possible she was in the clear. Swirling a finger around the rim of her cup, she decided a little honesty wouldn't hurt.
"Oh, well, that's definitely true. I like your color. It suits you so well." She replied, hoping her tone was as platonic as she was aiming for. It was definitely true. Chromia always looked so proffesional in her soft blue, enough that she'd occasionally imagined a color swap between them and found that while she looked pretty in anything, the blue was just so perfectly her.
"Then why are you red?" Chromia asked, sounding a little like she was teasing.
"I like red for me, but blue for you. It's my favorite because you're my best friend." She replied, thankful that her friends body language seemed to relax in the moment.
"You also thought I was somebot else at some point." Chromia informed her, turning a little more on the berth to face her more completely.
"I didn't recognize you?" Windblade marveled, absolutely in disbelief that she'd ever mistake her friend for anyone else. Even from high in the sky, she'd never had any trouble identifying her in a sparkbeat. What could have those drinks done to her? "Primus, how drunk was I? Who did I think you were?"
"I don't know. Just some random bot, I think. I tried to explain it was me, but you wouldn't listen, and I..." Chromia faded off, a sudden change overtaking her entire demeanor that scared Windblade very much. She looked serious, and worried, and like she was about to deliver some truly horrible news. "I heard some things I don't think I was supposed to hear..."
"What did I tell you?" Windblade finally managed to croak, terrified that she already knew the answer and that her carefully constructed life was about to fall apart all because of her own stupid mistake. There was an agonizing moment of hesitation where Chromia looked away, her voice unreadable as she answered.
"You said you had a crush on me."
"Chromia..." She gasped, the words cutting right through to her spark and threatening to make her sick. Squeezing the cup in her hands, she tried to keep her pounding helm in check, certain that she'd just fested an unimaginable burden on her best friend in what was supposed to have been a fun night for them.
"I tried to stop you, but you kept talking. You said that you wanted to kiss me, that you wished I felt the same way, that you wanted me to hold you-" Chromia kept going, words spilling out and stabbing her spark over and over until she blurted out to try and stop the pain.
"Please, Chromia, I'm so sorry!" Windblade said, the first tears starting to pour forth. Unable to even look at her, she curled into herself, knowing the friendship she treasured so deeply had been irreparably altered. "I-I never meant for you to find out. I always knew it would put you in such an uncomfortable place, knowing I had feelings when you were just my friend, and still having to do your job... I never wanted to hurt you like this, I'm so, so sorry-"
"Hey!"
An insistent but gentle voice silenced her into soft sobs just as a hand appeared under her chin, and she opened her optics to see a blurry but concerned face looking right back at her. Chromia didn't have a trace of the discomfort or awkwardness she'd always dreaded. Instead, she was as calm as ever, keeping her hand beneath her chin to ensure they were looking at each other.
"It's okay." She assured, a small smile pulling on her lips. Windblade blinked through her tears, utterly lost at how she was handling this. Chromia shouldn't have been mortified. The job was so important to her, how could she be content, knowing that from now on there'd be this terrible wrench in things? Windblade knew how important keeping her happy was to Chromia, what would happen now that there was one enormous thing she would never be able to give her?
"But I... I ruined everything... How can we stay friends if I'm-"
"First off, nothing like this would ever ruin what we have." Chromia cut her off, sighing as she closed her optics for a brief moment. There was an obvious war inside of her. A million thoughts and feelings seemed to flash over her face before she opened her optics again, a touch of fear preventing her smile from truly meeting the rest of her expression. "Second... Windblade... when you told me last night, I was scared too. I was so worried I was hearing you wrong, and that even if I wasn't, I couldn't do anything about it. I told myself for the longest time I had to be your guard, and I could never let anything distract me. But I was just lying to myself. I was so scared for so long, but I'm not anymore, because last night you made it pretty clear..."
Windblade shook with a single, weak sob, her whole processor going still at what she was hearing. There was no way it meant what she desperately hoped it meant. She'd dreamed so many nights of Chromia taking her hands, holding her close, and confessing her love. It was nothing but a fantasy though. Yet here she was, Chromia before her, taking a deep vent and finishing her sentence with words she never could have believed she'd hear.
"We both feel the same way."
A small hiccup was her only reply, the tears ceasing but her processor failing to form words. All the pain was gone in that moment. There was nothing but Chromia and the confession she couldn't understand hanging in the air between them.
"I don't..."
Chromia took the cup from her and put it on the table, taking both her hands in hers and speaking with both a smile and a slight shake in her voice.
"I have a crush on you too, silly."
The words cut right through to her spark once more, but nothing hurt this time. Instead, a small laugh mixed with a sob rose up from her voicebox, fresh tears flowing down her cheeks as she started laughing and crying all at the same time. There was a feeling inside of her like nothing she'd ever known. It was relief, and joy, and ecstasy and disbelief all rolled into one overwhelming burst that filled her whole body. Completely without restraint, she threw her arms around Chromia, burying her helm into her neck as she laughed through her tears. There was no hesitation before big arms wrapped around her in kind, pulling her close as her friend started to shake with laughter to match her own. For a blissful moment, there was nothing but the two of them, laughing and crying together in total bliss as an unfathomable weight was removed from both of their shoulders. Windblade only found her voice to speak her absolute disbelief at her good fortune.
"I can't... I can't believe... you too?" She laughed between sobs, leaning back to look the other femme in the optics. Chromia had a few tears of her own, but she wiped them away as soon as Windblade saw.
"For a very long time." She replied, cupping the side of her helm. Windblade leaned into the touch with a few more chuckles, tears finally slowing down enough to see. Chromia felt so perfect in her arms; so warm and gentle but big and strong. It was beyond anything she could have ever dreamed of.
"Did I confess anything else to my benefit?" She asked through a chuckle, leaning back just enough to look her in the optics. Chromia smiled, a rare kind of mischievous glint in her expression. Windblade wasn't sure if she should have been excited or apprehensive.
"Quite a few things. Apparently you like my strong arms?" She said, pull one arm out of the hug to give it a flex. The sight sent a full tingle down her spinal strut. Seeing Chromia use her strength had always been exciting, but seeing her show it off for her added a whole new kind of excitement. Biting her lip, she replied sheepishly.
"A whole lot. My favorite thing about being hugged by you was always how safe I felt..."
"And I always loved how delicate you were. It's adorable." Chromia replied, hovering a hand beside one of the ornaments on her helm. Windblade sensed her uncertainty. Even with so much finally out in the open, there was a world of uncharted territory ahead. Pushing her helm into Chromias palm, she sighed at the touch, remembering back to what she'd been told had happened the night before.
"I can't believe I finally got to be carried and I don't even remember it." She said with a sigh, searching desperately for even a trace of the memory. How many times had she dreamed of the opportunity, only to have it pass her by?
"We can try it now, you know. You weigh next to nothing." Chromia offered, sitting up a little to open up her lap. Windblade blushed, but happily took the opportunity, aches and pains complete gone as she crossed the bed. A little uncertain, she let Chromia pull her in like a weightless doll. In moments, she was settled bridal style in her arms, and a fluttering in her spark pulled the silliest smile onto her face. How could she have missed so much time because of silly fears? How much of this had she missed out on as a result? It was hard to feel too much regret snuggled up to the femme she'd had feelings for for so long.
"What else did I say last night?" She asked with a blush, desperately hoping she'd included a few of the other things she'd wanted so badly in her drunken ramblings.
"You mentioned wanting to kiss me." Chromia said, blushing a little herself as she looked down at her. Biting her lip, Windblade returned her nervous look.
"Do you... want to kiss me too?" She asked, voice little more than a squeak. There were a million memories of her pretending to be in this situation, some far sillier than others. In a few they were on a balcony overlooking a sunset, and in others they were cuddled together for one of the planet's rare snows, and still in her wildest she was being dipped low in the middle of a dance floor... Somehow, this being real made it better than all of those.
"More than anything..." Chromia sighed, a want in her optics so powerful it made her shiver. No bot had ever looked at her like that... Pulling back, the other femme looked suddenly distracted. "But..."
"But?"
"You talked about a few other things. At one point you thought you were dreaming, and said I was in your dreams all the time." She explained, expression looking a little distant and optics a bit glazed. Windblade shrunk at the words, trying to hide her blush by putting her arms around Chromias neck.
"Th-that's true..." She stuttered, blushing but somehow thrilled this was now in the open. If she knew she wanted it, and they both happened to want it, perhaps Chromia would want to...? "Did I say what happens in those dreams?"
"You... weren't very specific. But taking you to your berth and getting in with you is clear enough to me." Chromia said, adjusting her in her arms so she couldn't hide the blush on her face. Putting one hand behind her neck, she tried to ignore the tingling that was traveling to the fork of her legs. Having this conversation for real was heating her up fast.
"I think about it a lot." She confessed, remembering the countless dreams of the larger femme crawling into her berth and taking a place over top of her. Even with no experience, she knew herself well enough to know that she wanted everything Chromia could give her. There was a moment of silence where she was completely oblivious to the passage of time, her thoughts wandering to the many dreams she'd had that could now be a reality.
"Windblade?" Chromia asked, breaking her daze.
"Yes?"
"Have you ever... been with another bot? Ever?" She asked, voice shaking a little as she spoke. Windblade blushed again, but this time more from genuine embarrassment than bashful excitement. Even if Chromia being her first and gently introducing her to interface was a cornerstone of her fantasies, the information was still a little embarrassing. She was, after all, much older than the typical age at which bots had their first time.
"I mentioned that too?"
"I just had a hard time believing it. I'm not exactly a player, but I've had my fair share of... relationships. I just always assumed you were the same." Chromia said, reassuring her damaged pride a bit.
"Why is it so hard to believe I've never been with anyone?" She asked, smiling a little at the strange holdup.
"Look at you, Windblade, you're beautiful." Chromia said, pulling her chin in her hand to look at her. The compliment combined with the touch drew a soft, helpless sound of delight from her voicebox, which was almost replaced by a sigh of loss when the hand was removed in confusion. Uncertain as to what exactly she'd just done, Chromia immediately looked for clarification. "What?"
"I've imagined you saying that before. Hearing it is... much more powerful." Windblade said with a giggle, still high on the thrill of the compliment. Chromia thought she was beautiful, and the way the words had come out of her mouth, filled with so much passion... It was more than she could have ever dreamed. There was a light chuckle in response.
"You know you're beautiful, 'Blade."
"Knowing you think so is much better." Windblade sighed, so lost in the lovely little daze it took her a moment to remember what they'd even been talking about. Deciding to keep up with being truthful, she spoke slowly and a little awkwardly, her words quiet but certain. "But it wasn't exactly a choice. You don't get to form nice, slow relationships as a Cityspeaker. I didn't want anyone until I met you. I wanted you to be my first everything."
Chromia tapped their helms together, speaking low and confident and so incredibly close she could feel the warmth of her vents. Windblade felt herself getting lost in her optics.
"I can be. When you're ready."
"What if I'm ready now?" She replied hoarsely, not even having to think through the implications. Years of wanting, hoping, and not daring to believe had the chance to end right now, and she refused to let that slip by. Chromia lost her calm coolness in a flash.
"Now? Now as in, right now? At this moment?" She said in shocked disbelief, helm springing back as she processed what was happening. When Windblade gave her a little nod and a smile, she let out a breathless laugh, holding her forehelm in her hand and taking a steadying vent. "Going a little fast, don't you think?"
"I never thought I'd ever have the chance, and now you're right here, holding me... I want to keep going with this." She said, inexperienced as to how one properly asked for what she wanted but certain she wanted it. Heaven had just come to her, and she was going to go as far as she possibly could. A small cough stopped her, and she gave a quick addendum to sound less inconsiderate. "Ah, that is, only if you want to."
"Windblade, I've never wanted anything more than I want you." Chromia purred, pulling her close and letting their forehelms tap together. Gulping at the electric storm the hunger in her voice sent all along her body, Windblade took a few shaky vents, suddenly aware of how warm it was getting.
"Then... can we... try something?" She asked, a little nervous but mostly excited for the possibilities. Her first time had been so long coming that she'd had long to wonder when it would finally happen, and while it being so sudden had never been something she'd expected, she was certainly far from unhappy about the turn of events.
"Only if we take it slow. You tell me the moment you want to stop anything. No pretending for my sake anymore, okay?" Chromia whispered, taking one of her hands and giving it a light squeeze. Her confidence gave her all she needed to know she was going to be well taken care of. The thought that her many dreams of an experienced, dominant, but gentle Chromia guiding her through her first time were going to be real made her voice shake as she squeezed her hand back in agreement.
"I-I promise..."
"How about we start with that kiss?" Chromia offered, optics lidding as she cupped the side of her cheek. Windblade felt her spark threatening to flare and burst out of her chest in excitement. Nodding, she allowed herself to be guided, closing her optics on reflex as her face was gently pulled in. Every movement was slow, precise, and designed to give her every chance to pull back, but she eagerly went forward until a warm softness met her lips. Electricity sparked from the tender touch, their faces meeting in the chastest kiss imaginable that still managed to set her world on fire. At her unspoken approval, Chromia pulled her a little closer to deepen the kiss, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
"Ahhh..." She gasped as they pulled apart, head swimming in a deliriously happy fog as her optics failed to focus. Chuckling at the sight of the mighty Cityspeaker laid low by a single kiss, Chromia leaned into her audial to whisper.
"I can kiss you other places... you want that?"
The words sent another shiver down her spinal strut, this one so powerful she trembled in her arms and could only reply with a nod. Chromia kept up her torturously slow pace, starting by laying gentle kisses on her cheek before migrating up to her forehelm, making her chuckle at the tickle. There was a sudden shift as her lips went south, tracing the edge of her jawline and transforming Windblades giggles into gasps. That felt really good. In moments she was even lower, going for her delicate neck cables and lavishing the area with a flutter of kisses before pausing to nuzzle her helm into the panting femmes neck.
"Feel good?" She asked, and Windblade almost had to laugh. Here she was, already a mess, and she was asking if it was just good. It occurred to her, however, that their current position would have a few limitations despite how wonderful it felt. If she really wanted to get close, they'd have a move. A daring idea lit up her processor.
"Can we... move a bit?" She asked, shifting in the other femmes arms to look her in the optics.
"Sure, what do you want?" Chromia said, happy to oblige. Bringing her hands together over her spark, she wrung them together, not necessarily nervous but a little surprised at her own daring. Even if she'd wanted this for some time, the speed at which she was comfortable elevating things in real life was a pleasant show of confidence in herself.
"I want to know what it's like... to have you... on top of me..." She whispered, smiling for reasons she didn't quite understand. Chromia showed her first bit of surprise since they'd begun, which quickly changed to hungry eagerness.
"I can do that." She purred, once again maneuvering Windblade like she was as light as a doll. With loving grace, she laid her down on the plush berth, letting her settle into the softness before she moved to hover over her on her hands and knees. The size difference between them suddenly became even more apparent. Chromia absolutely eclipsed anything else above her, the breadth of her beautiful blue frame filling everything in her visual field and making her feel even smaller. It was everything she'd ever hoped for and more. "Like this?"
"Primus, just like that..." Windblade gasped, barely able to find her voice. Things were getting going in her body like they usually only did when she was alone and imagining these kinds of things. Her valve was beggining to get very wet behind her plating, and she swore she could feel her pumpbeat inside the delicate walls with every excited throb. It wouldn't be long before she turned the attention downwards.
Chromia came in for another kiss, reading her body language like only an experienced bot could and opening her mouth to go in deep. The barely there sensation of the others weight made her whimper into the kiss, arms coming up hesitant to pull her further down so she could really feel her on top. It was making her want more so desperately. Just having her on top wasn't going to be enough; she wanted her to do things from up there.
"Can I touch you?" Chromia whispered right into her audial, bringing out her first moan as she arched upwards in reply. Nodding as enthusiastically as she could, the one moan turned to many as a gentle hand started at her collar, sliding downwards to follow the edges of her curves before a mouth settled at her neck once more. Her valve felt like it was on fire. Sighing and gasping without control, she closed her optics and pushed herself into the kisses being lavished on the most delicate part of her neck, body shaking as two hands started sliding up and down her transformation seams to delight her. There was nothing but a lustful fog in her processor. Every part of her was overwhelmed but still desperate for more, her heated frame pushing into every touch that managed to delight her but always avoid the more private parts of her body. She wanted Chromia on every part of her, and a gentle brush of her wings finally gave her the push to speak.
"Chromia..." She gasped, looking down on the femme as she stopped her marathon kissing to answer her name. Though her optics were glazed with want, she was as attentive as ever, smiling with a kind of drunken happiness as she replied.
"Hmmm?"
"I... Can I ask you for something... something special?" Windblade asked, her helm clear enough to speak with the break in touch. Chromia nodded eagerly, moving back up so they faced each other. Unfortunately, without the fog of lust, she found herself struggling a little to form the words she needed. As powerful as her valve was in its present demands for attention, her lack of experience was like a weight on the words as they tumbled awkwardly out of her mouth. "There's this thing I've seen bots do in vids... It's a lot more than touching, but I... I really want to try it."
Chromia came to her rescue, cupping the side of her helm and speaking softly to reassure her. "I'm game for whatever you are. You look like you're ready to explode... What do you want me to do?"
Windblade gulped and looked away, her powerful arousal allowing her to get only a few words out before she faded into mumbles.
"You'd put your mouth on my, um, valve and... uh, you know..."
"Eat you out?" Chromia interjected, her total lack of surprise and a flash of absolute delight in her optics giving her back her nerve. The images of bots in explicit videos having the same done to them; their faces scrunched in pleasure and screaming as their partners buried their faces in their valves, was fuel enough to keep her going. Even if she knew said vids were exaggerated, the thought of having her valve tended to by a soft and warm glossa was... not something she could pass up.
"It... I have no idea what it feels like, but it sounds amazing. If you're comfortable with it, I'd... if you're not that's okay-" She faltered near the end with worry that Chromia may not actually enjoy giving oral, but was cut off by two hands gripping her shoulders.
"Windblade." Chromia interjected, hands holding her tight but gentle as she looked her dead in the optics. Windblade was frozen as her friend spoke with dead severity.
"I've wanted to go down on you for longer than you'll ever know. You may need a prybar to get me off by the time you're done."
The words absolutely melted her on the spot, and she could only squeak out a tiny reply.
"Oh."
"If you want me to do it right now, I'm absolutely game." Chromia assured, letting her go once she was certain she'd made her point. She absolutely had. Windblade was a total mess, sweating out a thin sheet of coolant as her valve practically wept behind its covering. There had never been anything she'd wanted more in her entire life. All thoughts of bashfulness were gone as she forced her voicebox to form the words she needed to get what she craved, her optics lidded with lust.
"Please... I need you..."
There was a wave of absolute hunger in the other femmes face, a soft sound of want escaping her for the first time as she came down to bring their lips together for a far more passionate kiss. Windblade was helpless at the touch, groaning softly as she tried to wrap her arms around the other femme to close the distance between them as much as she could. Nothing had ever felt so good. Chromia pulled back with a trail of ravenous kisses to her audials, lips just brushing the side of her helm as she whispered in a husky voice Windblade didn't know she was capable of.
"Open up for me..."
Windblade obeyed with a soft sound, her valve cover retracting to expose her hot and needy lips to the cold air of the room. Despite being up at her head, Chromia made a sound of delight at the exposure, hand trailing downwards to slide over her tummy and pause just above the fork of her legs. Almost weeping in desperation, she arched into the touch, wanting so badly to feel any part of Chromia on her aching valve.
"Ready?" The other femme asked, hand so close to her clit that all she could do was tremble and cry out.
"Please!"
After what felt like an eternity, Chromia moved delicate digits over the soft and soaked folds of her valve, the lips twitching in response to the absolutely reverent touches that graced the edges. Windblade was a mess of sighs and gasps as her dreams became a heavenly reality, the other femme massaging her digits in as she explored. Chromia herself let out a moan of want as she found the very erect and needy clit at the top and began to rub. Windblade cried out as small circles were massaged into the most sensitive part of her body, the feel of anothers hand instead of her own so strange yet wonderful she was reduced to a moaning heap in moments.
Chromia wasted no time moving the rest of herself downwards, keeping her hand moving as her mouth traced a path of deep kisses down her front. Every inch was lavished with attention, each breast and the entire expanse of her belly receiving a burst of attention that left her able to do nothing but watch as Chromia traveled ever downwards. Finally, when she reached the fork of her legs, she removed her hand for just a moment to drop her helm into view and take in the valve spread wide for her.
"Just as beautiful as I imagined..." She whispered, awestruck as Windblade only blushed and covered her mouth to stifle a particularly loud cry. Her black mesh had always made the bright red lips and brilliant blue clit look striking, and to hear Chromia say so was enough to make her twitch in anticipation. Primus, she could already feel her breath...
There was no delay before her legs were set over the other femmes broad shoulders, her arms wrapping around her thighs and keeping them spread as she went right for the prize. Windblade arched high and cried out as the soft heat of a glossa brushed her valve for the first time, leaving her grasping at the sheets for a handhold as pleasure like she'd never known filled her body with heat. No amount of dreaming could have ever prepared her for this. Chromia was relentless, burying her face in deep and sliding her glossa as far up as it could go to lavish every screaming sensory node with individual attention. Windblade was getting loud enough to wake Unicron, her voice box pouring forth a chorus of gasps and cries that put her already impressive masturbation volume to shame. There was already a building coil in her belly, the rising tension of an impending overload giving her little time to savor her first time as Chromia shifted her attention to the erect clit practically begging her for more.
"Oh... oh... Chromia... Primus I love you!!!" Windblade cried, arching her hips into every swirl of the relentless glossa around her throbbing node. Lube was now gushing out of her to soak the sheets and undoubtedly Chromias face as well, but the other femme was hardly relenting. Every moment brought Windblade closer to the edge, her whole body filling with tingling heat as one hand flew down to cradle the helm buried between her thighs. Sweating and trembling, she moaned without a care as she felt the release drawing closer with every passing lick and suck of her valve. "I'm going... I'm gonna... Chromia I... I'm...!"
Her overload came like a wave, washing over her in a burst of pleasure that filled every inch of her body and found its epicenter in the throbbing walls of her valve. Never one to be quiet during an overload, she all but screamed with every uncontrollable twitch of her hips, pushing herself into the wonderful mouth that continued to work through every last pulse. As the electric bursts finally began to fade and she crashed into the heavenly fog of the afterglow, she found herself panting and trembling on the berth with a smile of absolute satisfaction. That had been beyond anything she could have every dreamed up.
Chromia pulled her face from the soaked lips of her valve and gave her a sticky smile of triumphant satisfaction in turn, wiping off some of the lube from her chin as she released her thighs. Letting her limbs remain where they fell, Windblade went limp on the berth, hot bursts of air shaking the covers with every exhausted vent. That alone had almost made up for all the time they'd lost being silly about their feelings. Chromia pulled up beside her, panting a little herself as she cupped her limp helm to look at her.
"I love you too, Windy..."
They kissed without having to think about it, Windblade tasting a little of herself on the others lips but not really caring.
"Please tell me we can do that again." She sighed, valve still giving out little pulses over the small puddle of lube she'd soaked the sheets with. Chromia laughed breathlessly.
"We're going in for round two the moment we're both ready again." She answered, lifting a hand to reveal two fingers sticky with lube to the base. Realizing that the mess had come from her pleasuring herself to completion without her even noticing, Windblade blushed and marveled at her talents.
"Oh, Chromia..."
"You can't expect me to just watch you be that beautiful without taking care of myself. I would never have thought you were a screamer." Chromia replied, pulling her into her arms for a proper snuggle. Windblade laid her helm on her chest, marveling at the gentle hum of her spark.
"I can't help it really. When something feels good it just... all comes out."
"Primus, you're amazing..." Chromia sighed, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of her helm. "I never would have thought... but here we are."
"I want to stay like this... partly because I don't think I can move my legs ." Windblade said with a giggle, only half joking. All of her from the waist down was still a tingle, and she doubted she'd be anything but stumbling. Chromia replied with a laugh of her own, no doubt proud of her handiwork.
"You'll be needing a shower before we go anywhere. I could carry you."
"Nap first... You're so comfy." Windblade sighed, nuzzling her helm into the warm expanse of blue armor before her. She was pulled in tighter, strong arms that she'd only been able to admire from a distance keeping her safe.
"I'm fine with that... I'm pretty sure snuggling was one of the things you wanted..."
"Primus, I love you..." She whispered, closing her optics and losing herself in the comfort of a dream made real. How had all of this happened so perfectly? For once in her life, everything had fallen together in perfect place. Looking back on everything that had happened to her, the countless struggles she'd overcome, she supposed she was owed this one. Being held like she'd always wanted, she felt a small peppering of kisses on her helm as Chromia whispered to her.
"I love you too... I always will."