A Bit of Love

By: Fadura

Night and day, you are the one,
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun.

Cole Porter 

Rain poured gently against the dark gray skies, thunder rolled in the distance.

He sat, at the edge of the metal platform, unprotected from the downpour, but mostly, he didn‘t care. He liked rain as it is.

Odium stared ahead listlessly, black optics slightly closed. It had been a long day, so far things were well. The dark mech shifted slightly, ruffling his beast mode wings causing droplets of water to trickle down the black feathers. Yes this day had been almost perfect, and such a day was rather rare for him.

Padded, near-silent footsteps echoed from behind him, a soft ‘Ahem’ followed. Tilting his head slightly back, Odium faced the arrival.

“Odie, what are you doing out here? You WILL rust if you stay out here any longer.” Shadowmist put her hands on her hips with a teasing smile, water was already gathering on her armory and dampening her thick beast mode fur.

A tiny smile flickered across Odium’s face at his bonded one’s flailing glare, but disappeared quickly. “I don’t rust.”

“Oh, really?” The alien fusor asked skeptically seating herself beside her mate.

“Yes, really. I m a Stormflier Shadow, I m designed to handle ANY type of bad weather conditions, this rain is nothing. Sandstorms ARE something, windstorms ARE something. To be exact—” The black winged raptor was cut off when the white and blue femme suddenly leaned forwards and kissed him.

Odium’s optics widened in surprise for a moment; transformers didn’t kiss, kissing was a human thing. He shrugged inwardly; not like anyone cared, besides, it felt rather nice; and with that returned the gesture.

Shadowmist was the one who broke the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently pressing her forehead against his, a smile upon her snow white lips. “Hmm…”

Odium smiled too, then asked, “Let me guess… Blitz-wing, somehow managed to talk you into looking at a human movie along with some unlucky others in which this action happens more than several times, and though you think it was absolutely disgusting you really wanted to know how it felt like…” He trailed off, tracing patterns down her hips, shutting off his optics.

“Absolutely correct my luv, but you also forget the fact that I, am a scientist,” Shadowmist murmured halfheartedly, studying his coal black face. Water had gathered around his golden optic band giving the illusion of tears as they streaked down the sides of his face leaving a trail of faint glitter in the weakening storm’s light. She moved one hand from his back to trace the scar across his left optic, scattering the water droplets around his eyes.

Odium restarted his optics leaning into the gentle touch. “How ‘bout we go into my room for a while? It’s more private… Hrrr…” The raptor fusor began making purring sounds subconsciously as Shadowmist used her free hand to stroke his massive , sensitive, black and dark red wings.

“Aww, does it include walking? I really don’t feel like moving.” The white femme pouted.

“And YOU were the one complaining to me about rust…”Odium gave her a rare smirk, before quickly- though slightly awkwardly- lifting her into his arms and stood up all in one movement. “Though YOU, don’t have to walk.”

The startled femme gave him a playful whack to the side of his head for, well, surprising her. “Sonuva slag sucking saurian.”

And for the first time in a while, Odium laughed quietly, and almost nonexistent but genuine laugh earning a stare from his mate as he continued on his way to his quarters. The door opened with an almost inaudible ‘swish’ and he stepped inside the door closing behind them.

Gently, he laid Shadowmist down on his recharge berth before lying himself down beside her, a hand on her waist, facing her, black optics into brilliant turquoise. She smiled and traced a single slender silver finger down the middle of his chest.

He smiled too and pulled her close into a second kiss….

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<…I love you…> Odium whispered to her; he was laying on his back with his bonded one atop of him, his black wings making a tent around her, their fingers still intertwined silver against mercury.

<And you, are a sap…> Shadowmist answered earning a mental chuckle from him.

<I might’ve considered the term ice-queen but then that just doesn’t fit you.> Odium replied in mock anger. The wolf-like femme would’ve snorted but she was too tired to even open her optics at the moment.

<You’re too warm…> Odium mumbled as though if he never stopped.

<And you need to lay off the cooling thingies Clearcut likes putting into his energon paly.> Shadowmist grinned inwardly.

The winged raptor smirked. <…I'd still love you….>

<I luv you too, now shut up an’ lemme recharge…> The femme growled good-naturedly.

And for the first time ever, Odium just grinned.

This day had been perfect.

Truly perfect…

End.