30th Transmission - Semi-Open

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He had come to a conclusion. A conversation needed to be had. About... certain things. And he needed to do it now, before he lost his nerve.

Unfortunately, Ratchet wasn't in his room. Either of their rooms. Nor was he in the library, or the caves. Or the forest.

... How hard could it possibly be to find one neon Autobot? Especially on this boat?

Eventually, he winds his way up to the top deck, spending a moment staring out over the water, before heading toward the mini-golf course. Maybe the medic would be there.]



((ooc: Aimed at medicalofficer, but people can bump into him on his search if they like.))

Comments

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[He moves his other hand up to hold Ironhide's other shoulder, rumbling gently. This was comfortable - It just seemed natural, as though they fit.]

Just do not expect me to go any easier on you, if you get your aft slagged.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Something's changed. But not badly. Something was missing--and now... He can't explain it. He doesn't want to explain it. He leans a little more against Ratchet, the combined vibrations from both engines... oddly calming.]

I expect nothing like that from you... Expect... you to be harder on me.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He ran his hand over the curve of his shoulder armor, mentally noting each indent and scar. After all, he'd been the one to weld the majority of them.]

Most likely - So keep that in mind, before you go and do anything stupid.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He can't help it. He leans a little into the touch--especially when Ratchet's fingers brush over the scars. There's so many, it's impossible to miss them.]

Always kept it in mind... just... never listened to myself.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He noticed the move, and stroked the metal lightly with his thumb, tracing the line of one of the deeper scars.]

Then now would be a good time to start.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's not sure why, and probably never will be sure, but the way his medic touches the scarring... it feels good. He leans into it a little more, engine purring louder.]

You sure of that...?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He continues to gently stroke his armor, pleased with the purring.]

Mmhmm.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't want him to stop, but at the same time, he's well aware of their location. Anyone could just walk up... anyone could see. Still... he's leaning heavily against the other.]

Good at... that.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[His scanners are on high alert - if anyone were around, Ratchet would pick up some sign before they could stumble upon them. Not that Ironhide would realize it.]

Doctor's touch.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He... actually laughs at that, a little. He lifts a hand to the side of the other's face, just letting it rest there.]

I... would not allow myself to... be doctored by anyone else.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet tilts his head slightly into the hand, his engine purring steadily.]

I should hope not. I am not fond of sharing my patients - I suppose I should trust my colleagues, but I prefer a more... personal approach.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He notices this, and runs his thumb hesitantly along the paneling.]

I... dislike being shared. Your approach is... another story.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He is certainly pleased with that, rumbling contentedly.]

Good.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He smirks a little, and continues, suddenly not caring about anything else. It's... strange. But that's all right.]

Yeah. Good.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, shuttering his optics for a moment.]

I would say you already have a good understanding, then. So long as you do not expect me to share and you continue doing that, I think that we will make this work well.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ratchet's expression is contagious, apparently. Maybe he should have done this a long time ago.]

I would not want you to share. Because I have no intention of doing it, either...

[He tilts his head.] Doing... what?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He reaches a hand up to place it over Ironhide's, squeezing it gently.]

You have a softer touch than I would have thought, considering.

But if you continue doing that, I may not let you leave my quarters.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hey. Worked with the little ones. You learn how to be careful... Seems like it has more than one application.

[He snorts, and lets his hand drop down to the other's chest panels, even with Ratchet's on top of it.]

Yeah? Think you can stop me?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I would not have imagined it, based on observation. It's a pleasant surprise.

[He lets his own hand fall away, moving to rest it on Ironhide's side. He didn't want to control his exploration - if that was what he chose to do.]

... I can think of a few ways of doing so.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not something I prefer to advertise... Private thing.

[He's not entirely sure what he's doing, just sort of trailing his hand over the panels and seams.]

... Yeah?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[His intakes hitch slightly, the purr of his engine deepening - He couldn't remember the last time he had been this close to someone, physically, in his natural form.

Their previous 'experiences' had been in human bodies; detached somehow, different. For some reason, the fact that he was in his proper shell made it seem more real in his processor.]

Would you prefer... forceful, or pleasant? [He chuckles, leaning into his hand.]

Or some combination of the two?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[At least they're on equal footing there. The time between his... last experience... was almost too wide a gap to even remember. At least like this.

He decides he likes that sound, and continues to brush his fingers over the paneling, finding a small seam to pick at.]

Never seen you be... forceful. Unless I tried to leave the medbay without your permission...