(TFP fanfic) Rising Storms: Part 12

Storm Shock.

Bee looked into the brave optics of the femme he had grown to admire. 

Her Pride was her Fatal flaw. Her only flaw.

Pride.

Pride was the only barrier standing between his passionate heart heart and his sensible mind.

Pride was also Bumblebee's fatal flaw.

His mask buzzed lightly, but clipped on the end of the audio transmission.

Bee felt a harsh croak in the back of his useless vocalizer.

Bee released his hold on his newly recognized passion and flew into a mad fit of coughs and hisses from his mask.

Storm Shock Recoiled in fear. Was he having some sort of malfunction?

BumbleBee's coughs eventually died down, leaving him shaking on his hands and knees on the cold stone dungeon floor.

Hot fluid came to his optics as a result of the fit.

Bee Felt a cold metallic hand on his cheek.

To humans the cold might seem hostile and distant, but to the cybertronians, it's soothing and calming.

Bee Looked up into the serious, angular face of his one-sided lover.

More tears of burning fluid escaped his eyes as he stared into the azure blue sea of her own.

Slowly, the harsh line of the exiled femme's lips smoothed into a soft, angelic smile.

Whatever Fraction of Bee's spark hadn't been smashed in despair vaporized.

She was entertained by his suffering.

She would never love him.

He was only a mere pawn in her twisted game.

The Scout's faceplate had begun to heat in rage, when the cool metal claws brushed his mask, gently lowering the mask from his lips.

Bee felt a scream rise to the back of his vocalizer, but it was useless. He couldn't utter a sound without the mask.

Then Bee's world imploded.

He Felt something soft upon his lips.

A Beautiful taste greeted him upon his realization of the softness's origin.

Stormshock.

The fullness of her lips were pressed fully to his,eradicating his horror and rage.

Be slowly closed his optics, savoring the beauty of her body and soul.

The seconds turned to minutes.

The minutes to hours.

The hours to night.

Every moment was precious to them both, as years of each others pain and suffering faded away in the realm of each other's arms.