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Icka! M. Chif ([info]mischif) wrote,
@ 2008-11-18 20:39:00

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Current mood: productive
Current music: Blossom lipped ladies and men with a gleam in their eyes
Entry tags:transformers

[Transformers] Fine Social Scene
Title: Fine Social Scene
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Word Count: 511
Rating: General
Warnings: Three-some?
Author Notes: Bribe-fic for Em for Beta-ing 'Made in Japan'. THANK YOU!!!
(Next up: either Guard Dog, Gordian Knot or birthday ficcage)
Summary: Sam Loves Mikaela.



I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene,
I couldn't find the fault with this whole pantomime

-Zero 7, ‘This Fine Social Scene’


Sam loves Mikaela.

… Or at least, is in serious lust with her.

Either way it’s a crush that’s lasted since before grade school, before he even had those sorts of thoughts about girls. It’s most of his life, anyway.

She’s… everything he’s ever dreamed about. He’d thought that she was perfect when all he could do was watch her from across the classroom, but the more he learns about her, the more he falls for her. Her strength, her determination, her sheer guts.

There’s other things he likes about her too, the way the curves of her body fit against his as they lounge on top of Bumblebee’s hood at the Lookout. The way the sun illuminates her, making her glow. The way she kisses, all soft and fierce at the same time.

Sam loves Mikaela.

Mikaela loves Bumblebee.

…. Or at least, is in serious lust with him.

She knows that she’s not his type, much less his species, but strangely enough, he’s her type. She loves hard bodies, and his is as hard as it can get. Metal. Metal from another Planet, another Solar System, another Galaxy far far away. One that has survived the trip through the vacuum of space, countless battles and years on Earth. He’s so much more, it blows her mind.

Even if he is more the ‘strong and silent’ type than your typical jock, there’s a brain behind those glowing baby blue eyes. And he cares. He cares so fucking much that he let himself be captures by the dicks at Sector Seven than risk letting them be killed from falling off the bridge.

Sam’s part of the deal, she knows. And that’s okay too. Sam’s sweet in his own way. A little weird, but courteous, like no else she’s dated has been. And if when she kisses him, she reaches behind him to stroke Bumblebee’s smooth golden hood, well, Sam doesn’t say anything.

Mikaela loves Bumblebee.

Bumblebee loves Sam.

Or at least, what he thinks these strange humans call ‘love’. Sometimes they don’t make a lot of sense.

He knows that everything seems better when Sam’s around. It’s like his processors run faster, his sensors clearer and sharper. Sam’s like finding a piece he didn’t realise he was missing. It’s illogical, but he’s used to that by now, after many years on Earth.

Sam is illogical too. He screams, he flails, he panics, and he over-reacts at the strangest small things. He’s also brave, one of the few creations Bumblebee has ever met that has actually back-talk and argued with both Optimus Prime. It’s even more awe inspiring, considering the differences in mass.

He knows where Sam’s attentions lie. Mikaela. He doesn’t mind, loving Sam’s reactions around the other human. The warm purring thrum between the three of them as the two humans rest on top of him, the thin armour called fabric sliding against his paint, the warm touch of skin against his surface.

He croons soft love songs, enjoying the moment with his human and human female.

Bumblebee loves Sam.

Sam… is kind of oblivious.

-fin-


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(Anonymous)
2008-11-19 12:08 am UTC (link)
Mikaela/Bumblebee? Not going there. Sam/Bumblebee? Not going there, either. Sam/Mikaela? Sam needs a good hard whap with a clue by four.

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(Anonymous)
2008-11-19 01:19 pm UTC (link)
*love* Words are not enough to express how awesome this is. I blame you for my Transformers kink.

Would you be offended if I dedicated something I'm working on to "Icka, The Queen of Crack?" Or, alternatively, "Icka the evil one."

-purplevks (Because openID is retarded)

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[info]joisbishmyoga
2008-11-19 06:01 pm UTC (link)
It's so obvious the way you write it. :D

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[info]bookworm-faith.livejournal.com
2008-11-21 07:26 pm UTC (link)
Last line? SO TRUE.

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