Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ Fragments of Memory ❯ A Beautiful Gift ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter 16: A Beautiful Gift

 

The dingy little room of the motel was adequate enough. The two humans immediately collapsed into a long sleep, not bothering to shower or even undress. This was how Bumblebee awoke after approximately ten hours. His eyes opened reluctantly and he slowly became aware of breathing on his neck. Arianna was still asleep, curled against him. He rose carefully and gazed into the mirror above the dresser. It was night again, and there was little light to see himself by, but he flexed his complicated facial muscles in all sorts of positions. Soon enough he turned and went back to the bed, slipping tight against Arianna. This body is amazing; he reveled. He could feel the slightest brush of her hair upon his cheek. He pushed her tussled locks to the side and was rewarded with a tired smile as she awoke.

“Hey,” He said. “look, I can tell when I'm smiling now.” A toothy grin. “And a frowny face!” He demonstrated.

“That's good, Bee.” She laughed and stretched. “I need to use the shower though; I haven't had a proper one in days.” Arianna walked to the bathroom and was surprised as a muffled `umph' came from the door she swung closed.

“You shut the door on me.” Bumblebee said a little hurt. This nose stuck out more than he thought.

“Well, you aren't supposed to follow a woman into the bathroom, Bee!”

“Why not?”

“Well- I- It's just-“ She sputtered. Bumblebee did his best to look shattered.

“I want to cleanse as well, but I don't really know how. Can you help me with a wash-down?” the last decent wash he had was when Sam lovingly soaped and rinsed his car form. Bumblebee was capable of marine submersion, but like most teenagers, he didn't really think to do it much. He was pretty sure he could figure it out for himself, but this way would be so much more fun. Arianna's eye twitched.

“Allright.” She sighed. Bumblebee beamed.

 

 

Hot Rod had a great idea in watching Earth women in the nude. The boy had seen pictures of the female body during his research, and had dipped into Hot Rod's stash despite himself. He wasn't completely ignorant of either of their bodies. But it was an entirely different experience to see it in the flesh. Arianna had finally discarded her reserves along with her clothing. She turned and looked at Bumblebee, just standing there gaping at her. She decided that this was the man she loved, and shyness was not very logical.

“Well?” she intoned.

“Hn?”

“It's your turn. Or have you decided against showering altogether?” She giggled a little. Damnit her cheeks were burning. It took all her willpower to keep up composure. Bumblebee's cheeks were an even fiercer shade of red. Why should something so small as a giggle make him feel like a puddle of oil? He took off his clothes as quickly as possible, getting his head stuck in the shirt. After a great deal of struggle and laughter at his expense, Arianna freed the boy from his shirt and they found themselves holding one another, still chuckling. Arianna leapt backwards and made a big show of getting the shower ready to take away some of the awkwardness. Bumblebee didn't mind, he was enjoying a good stare at her backside. Soon enough they were both under the water and Bumblebee found it to be a most enjoyable experience. He played dumb with success, getting Arianna to lather up his hair with shampoo. She spiked it into a mohawk and was amused when he tried to do the same with her long hair. He used most of the conditioner himself until a yelp from Arianna made him realize that it -wasn't- supposed to lather like shampoo. Pity; he liked the bubbles. He let himself be washed; and incredibly moving thing. To be bathed like a sparkling; his mind wandered back to his childhood, a bright day where his parental units were giving him a wash outside their small bungalow on Cybetron. The strokes of the soft washcloth had him delighting in shivers as she slowly worked it down his chest and belly, and then he was pulled out of the memory suddenly. His parental units certainly didn't touch him like -that-. He took the cloth from her with a stifled moan. He repaid the favor, memorizing every soaking inch of her smooth curves, gently touching to see how her skin differed from his. His body had reacted to her body in jerks and spasms, he could hardly control where his soft kisses fell. He dropped the cloth and substituted himself, feeling and licking, loving. Her soft exclamations told him where she was most sensitive. They had been in the shower for some time and the water was growing steadily colder, cooling the ardor much to Bumblebee's dismay. Arianna reached blindly behind her and shut off the water and allowed herself to be carried to the bed. The boy and the girl then became lovers, reveling in each other again and again; giving in to the beautiful urges that humanity had bestowed upon them.

 

Time seemed to stand still for them; making love whenever the urge struck them. And it struck often as Bumblebee's young body was at the peak of its game, so to speak. He was dizzy with love and pleasure, hardly realizing that the slow march of time passed over the two. The world had come to a standstill for Bumblebee, lost deep in his love for a human he had sacrificed everything for. Fusion was cramped from staying in his alt mode for so long, knowing that the fleshbags needed to sleep he had agreed to stay parked obediently outside the motel room. A check on the time gave the bot a shock however, when he realized that he had dozed in and out of three days time. The small cries coming from the room had not escaped his receptors, but he brushed them off. Who cared what humans did in their sleep? His recharges only took a day at the most, but maybe it was different for another species. No matter; he had his orders and it was high time to be on the road again. The sun was directly overhead in the sky and three people were gathered around a folding table playing a game of poker. One of them pointed at Fusion and said something the Autobot couldn't hear. Should he risk transforming? His answer was given to him as one of the men, a greasy blonde, tried to wheel him away from his parking stall.

“Ayuh, I can hotwire it allrih', Billy.” Said the man. Fusion realized that the smelly squishy was actually trying to -steal- him. It was one thing to see giant robots on the T.V. who had blown up something for America and be amazed by the technology. It was quite another thing to see a motorcycle with a coat of desert dust shift and wrench apart with odd noises and become one of those giant robots before your eyes. `Billy' and the smelly man, along with their terrified buddy, went flying through the air and into a dirty swimming pool.

 

Fusion dusted off his hands and sneered. Ugly beasts. Now his handlebars reeked of flesh. Definitely time to get out of here. Fusion wasn't a subtle Transformer by any stretch of the imagination, and his exclamation at finding the two humans wrapped around each other completely unarmored wasn't very delicate.

“You horny little fleshbags!! Copulate on someone else's time, we have to get back to the others!” Arianna and Bumblebee scrambled into their clothes, mortified. Bumblebee greatly wished for a metal fist to crunch the small bot into scrap. As it was, Fusion was several feet taller than he was now. “Primus willing, you didn't create more vermin with your escapades.” Fusion muttered. He was an Autobot now, and would protect any human, but it didn't mean he had to like it.

 

Arianna sat astride the speeding motorcycle with a peculiar feeling growing deep in her. Fusion had a point; what if they had created someone with their lovemaking? It didn't matter anyways, she decided. Bumblebee was her soul mate, and anyone that came along because of their love would be a miracle. Warm and fuzzy feelings were squashed as she realized that Bee and Fusion were, yet again, bickering. This time it was about his oblivious intrusion upon their privacy. Arianna tuned it out for an internal dialogue. Bumblebee grew more and more quiet as they sped along, even giving up on his side of the argument with Fusion. He would have to face the Autobots again, and though as a human he wouldn't be under Prime's command, his throat choked up at the thought of seeing his reaction. His feelings were a mess; the bot had been like a parent to Bumblebee, but his betrayal could have changed all that. Prime might kill him on sight. Part of Bumblebee was ready to stand defiant in front of the leader of the Autobots, ready to defend his decision and his feelings. The boy was torn, and Arianna felt him tighten his grip around her waist as he despaired.