The first knock was gentle, quiet. The second one a bit firmer.
When again there was no response, Chromia opened the door a crack
and peered in. She shook her head in exasperation. It was just
as she'd expected.
"Alita!" she hissed loudly. "Cybertron to Alita!"
The Femme commander jumped slightly, nearly toppling the mound
of papers on her desk. "Oh, Chromia, I didn't hear you,"
she gasped.
Chromia entered and shut the door behind her. Hiding out underground
had brought their small group together, and nobody locked their
quarters anymore. "Working late again?" she asked. "You
should learn to relax."
"I don't mind the work," Alita stated. She sighed as
Chromia began to massage her tense muscle cables under her armor,
fingers working on the pressure points.
"I know you don't mind working hard," Chromia replied,
"but you're burning yourself out on minute details. But it's
just not going to work. No matter how deep you bury yourself in
your work, you won't be able to forget him."
Alita's shoulders slumped under Chromia's hands, confirming her
suspicions. "I just can't believe he's gone," she whispered
despairingly.
Chromia reached out abruptly and switched off the data pad and
desklamp. She guided her friend over to the recharge bed and sat
both of them down. It was time for a little girl-to-girl chat.
Alita looked down at her hands. When she lifted her face, tears
were brimming at the corners. Chromia enveloped her friend in
a comforting embrace. "I know how much it hurts," she
murmured. Alita held on tightly, not making a sound as her grief
overwhelmed her.
"Alita, I know it's hard to accept, but you've got to let
go. Nobody knows when the crew of the Ark will return, or if they
even survived. I miss Ironhide with all my heart, but I know that
I have to go on with my life, and so do you. The Femmes need you.
I need you."
Alita lay still, the tears subsiding. Chromia was right, no matter
how painful her words were. Optimus had been missing for too long.
Her heart ached at the thought that she'd never see him again.
Chromia stroked her back soothingly and she sighed, resting her
head on her friend's shoulder. After all this time alone, feeling
cut off from the others, Chromia's friendship was just what she
needed. It felt so good to be held and comforted.
At last she straightened up, ending their embrace. Chromia stared
at her intently, and something in the gaze made her feel uneasy.
She was her best friend, and Alita trusted her with her emotional
burdens as well as her life, but still... somehow the atmosphere
was shifting.
"Alita," her friend said softly, "I know you get
lonely sometimes. Don't you want to spend some time with someone?"
Alita frowned, not quite understanding what she was getting at.
"In what way?" she asked slowly, sensing that she would
not like the answer.
"A lover," Chromia said directly.
Alita shook her head. "There's no chance of that. We can't
afford to let anyone know we still exist. That leaves me with
only the company of the other Femmes."
The silence after that remark spoke volumes. Chromia interrupted
as Alita opened her mouth to protest. "Don't close your mind
to it, Alita. All we've got now is each other, and we'll each
have to depend on the other for whatever we need. We've laughed
together, and we've been shoulders for each other to cry on. You're
a woman, as well as a commander, and you need physical closeness."
Alita struggled to express her doubts. "I couldn't just
seduce one of my officers. It would be sexual harassment. Besides,
what would they think of me?"
"The traditional rules no longer apply. We've become much
more than a fighting unit. We're sisters now, and we have to rely
on each other. And don't worry about what they'd think; most of
them have already dealt with this problem."
Alita's jaw dropped at the news. She wanted to ask a million
questions. Who? When? She had had no idea. If the others had turned
to each other for their comfort, then... well....
Alita chewed on her lip as she stared at Chromia. How did her
friend know her so well?
Chromia stroked Alita's cheek with her thumb as she brought her
lips near her audio sensor. "I don't want to pressure you
into anything. If it feels wrong, then tell me. It's not for everyone."
Alita trembled slightly at the closeness. No, it didn't feel
wrong at all. It felt somehow natural. But still anxiety gnawed
at her. "I don't want to lose your friendship, Chromia. What
if it doesn't work?"
Chromia chuckled softly, the sound sending little chills down
Alita's back. "You've never done this with a female, have
you?" At Alita's shake of the head, she continued, "It's
not the same thing as with a man. Not only the physical aspect,
of course, but the emotional bond as well. I love you, Alita,
but as a sister. We share a different kind of bond than we share
with our males. Our physical love will only strengthen our relationship,
bringing us closer together."
Alita's optics slid closed as she felt a powerful yearning overtake
her. How long had it been since she'd been touched, since she'd
been in touch with her feminine sexuality? Not since Prime had
left. Far too long, as Chromia had realized. Her friend knew her
intimately already - could it hurt to lean on her friend once
again, take the comfort that was offered? Her fuel pump pounding,
she parted her lips and waited breathlessly.
The touch on her lips was light as a butterfly's wings. Alita
marveled at the softness of her lips as the pressure increased.
Hesitantly she responded, feeling electric sparks spread in her
belly as their lips moved, taking and giving pleasure in turn.
This was nothing like kissing a man - gentler and more erotic.
Alita opened her mouth and kissed harder, relishing the texture.
Her hands began to caress Chromia's head.
Smiling inwardly at the response, Chromia traced a line down
her neck with her thumb. A moan tore from Alita's throat and she
stopped, ending the kiss. "Too much?" she asked.
Alita shook her head. Every circuit seemed to be crying out for
attention. "Oh, wow. I've never felt this sensitive before,
just from a kiss."
Chromia took her cue and resumed the kiss. Her hands wandered
over her partner's back, feeling the supple metal. She watched
Alita intently in between kisses, looking for a negative signal
of displeasure, but her friend seemed to want to increase the
contact. Alita followed the lead, touching Chromia's shoulders
and upper back, getting a feel for what would come next.
Chromia inched her hands up to Alita's breastplate, not wanting
to go too fast yet wanting to explore further. Alita hesitated,
her hands ceasing movement, then she relaxed. "Please,"
she whispered. "I want to know more."
Chromia looked into her optics intently, assuring her assent,
then unsnapped the hinges, removing the protective armor. "Oh,
how beautiful!" she breathed. Alita's breasts were perfectly
molded, with gently rounded peaks. She caught Alita's suddenly
nervous expression and straightened up, taking her friend's hands
and placing them on her own breastplate. "Go ahead. There's
nothing wrong with curiosity," she whispered encouragingly.
With slightly trembling hands, Alita removed the armor. She was
struck by the natural beauty before her, and the simple fact that
she was experiencing this with another woman. She had seen the
naked bodies of the other Femmes before, since the base was not
designed for comfort and only held one shower area, but she had
never let her optics linger long enough to satisfy her curiosity.
Downright gaping would have been rude, but she was glad that some
of her girls felt comfortable enough with their bodies not to
cower and hide themselves. Their similar design was beautiful,
but never before had she had the opportunity to admire another.
After sharing a moment of mutual admiration, Chromia broke the
spell. Her fingertips traced the outline of an orb, tantalizingly
working its way up to the peak. As Alita began to fidget, she
gave in and stroked the tip with a thumb. She bent her head and
enveloped the other with her mouth.
Alita went limp at the overwhelming sensations. She tried to
voice her arousal, but could only form a mewling sound. Between
her legs she felt her interface port reacting to the amazing attention
she was receiving. She felt the entrance widen like a flower coming
to full bloom. The rhythmic stroking of her peaks was filling
her senses, driving away rational thought. Her hips twisted restlessly
as she felt herself becoming wet. 'Oh, dear Primus, I don't believe
it!' she thought, her mind whirling. 'My best friend is making
me wet!' That thought alone prompted another hot gush as her inner
circuitry contracted in response.
She lifted her hand and stared at Chromia's exposed chest. She
wanted to share the incredible pleasure that she felt, and she
was dying of curiosity. Chromia's hands continued their torment
and she reached out to do the same. She hesitantly stroked the
peak with a fingertip and was rewarded with a moan. "That's
it. You already know what to do. Just do whatever would feel good
on your body," Chromia urged. Growing bolder, she caressed
the breasts with both hands, squeezing lightly, comparing them
with her own. They felt so smooth and receptive to her touch.
Touching Chromia was very much like touching her own body. Alita
had never felt so much empathic passion before. Touching only
increased her desire, for she knew exactly how it would feel on
herself.
As Chromia lifted her head to study her body, Alita slowly lowered
her own head and kissed one of the peaks. "Suck me!"
Chromia gasped, and Alita drew the orb into her mouth, relishing
its texture. It tasted sweet somehow, and the realization of just
what she was doing gave her an incredible rush. She whimpered
against Chromia's breast as she felt lubricant trickling down
her thigh. Oh Primus, how she ached to be touched down there!
She lifted her head and stared Chromia in the optics, conveying
her delightful frustration. "Please, touch me! I feel like
I'm going to burst!"
Chromia smiled knowingly, easing Alita down on the bed, letting
her legs dangle over the side. "Don't be in such a rush,
girl," she teased. "We have all the time in the world
to explore each other. Most men are in too much of a hurry to
get down there. Just relax and enjoy your sensitivity everywhere.
Don't hold back in the expectation that you have to come from
a specific physical contact. If this brings you off, just go with
it. Women don't have to come in a certain way at a certain time.
Just enjoy whatever pleases you."
Alita wanted to continue touching her breasts, but Chromia moved
down to her belly, using her lips and hands to stimulate the circuitry.
Alita relaxed, no longer urging her on, but still whimpered. By
now her thighs were drenched with lubricant, and her body was
covered with a sheen of coolant. Chromia wanted to make her come
by breast stimulation alone, but she would save that for another
day. She was as eager as Alita was to continue. Her hands slipped
down, starting at the knees, and continued up to the inner thighs,
which were trembling. "Relax and enjoy it," she purred.
Alita couldn't stop the trembling that had seized her. This was
so incredible. Her friend knew exactly where to touch and what
pressure to use. She didn't feel the need to urge her on, as she
did with Prime, but lay back and enjoyed this new experience.
Being stroked in this manner, and just accepting it without returning
the favor right away was delicious, and she basked in the sensations,
being able to focus all her attention on Chromia's hands inching
up her thighs.
Then, at last, one finger traced around her throbbing interface,
and she sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure. She forced herself
to stay relaxed and concentrate only on this new experience. By
this time she was usually out of her mind with desperation, but
she had never felt this way before, and she relaxed more and more,
instead of letting the tension build. She felt her entire body
go limp and relaxed, and Chromia smiled tenderly. Alita needed
this relaxation badly, and for her friend sex as a relaxed, leisurely
event was something rare.
Alita's optics drifted closed as she felt her body becoming light,
as if she was floating. Her attention was solely occupied by the
circuitry between her legs. Instead of burning and screaming for
more, a faster pace, her interface was melting, relishing the
slow stroking, the inching towards satisfaction. Chromia licked
off her finger, soaked with Alita's juices, and kissed her interface.
Never before had Alita been so touched by that gesture. She knew
that Optimus loved pleasuring her this way, but with Chromia she
didn't care if she'd lie here all year. The orgasm wasn't important,
only the closeness was. Also, with Optimus she yearned to be penetrated
as well, to be filled, but this time she enjoyed only the outer
stimulation. Penetration would ruin the mood.
Gazing at Chromia's head buried between her legs was the most
erotic sight she'd ever seen. The arousal was so thick she could
smell it, their scents mingling and perfuming the air with sex.
Another new dimension, totally abstract yet an intrinsic part
of her experience.
Alita felt her interface becoming molten, Chromia's mouth hitting
all the subtle spots that she'd never known existed, and knew
that release was close. She'd lost all track of time and didn't
care. A minute, an hour, a lifetime - the pleasure was timeless.
Suddenly seized with an impulse, she brought her hands up to her
own breasts and stroked them. Why hadn't she tried this more often
during sex? It felt so good to touch herself, knowing exactly
what she wanted. Her breathing quickened, and she sucked in oxygen
for coolant, but remained relaxed, patiently waiting. She rolled
the tips between her fingers, her neck arching as she whimpered.
Little bursts of pleasure erupted between her legs. She inhaled
deeply, pinching her peaks, her back arched, poised at the unbearably
sweet moment where her whole body stopped and waited breathlessly.
Then her interface squeezed hard, erupting into powerful contractions.
She didn't scream or cry out, only made a low noise of satisfaction
deep in her throat as she allowed the waves of pleasure to lap
at her body. After an age, the waves receded. It had been at once
the most relaxing and satisfying orgasm she'd ever had.
Chromia rose off her knees and straightened Alita on the bed,
pulling her hips and legs up onto it, then lay down next to her
and cuddled her, kissing her and rubbing her back. Alita finally
opened her optics, slowly allowing her senses to return, and smiled.
She'd never felt so close to her friend before. "I love you,
sister," she whispered. It wasn't a sexual love, but it went
beyond mere friendship, forming a deep emotional bond. Chromia
was right, their lovemaking had been more emotional than physical.
She felt cleansed, purified of grief and worry, and more relaxed
than she'd been since she'd adopted her new name and lifestyle
at the beginning of the war.
Looking down, she caught sight of Chromia's thighs and realized
that her sister hadn't been satisfied. "It's all right,"
Chromia murmured contentedly. "I don't need to come to feel
satisfied."
Alita's face settled into a determined frown, and Chromia knew
not to argue with her. Sometimes her commander could be very stubborn.
"I want to touch you," she said firmly, kneeling at
the bedside a nd pulling Chromia's legs over the side, reversing
the position they'd occupied several minutes ago. She stroked
Chromia's thighs, inching up slowly, trying to take her time,
yet dying of curiosity. She could smell the arousal as well as
see it, and she was rather surprised when her own interface squeezed
in empathic response. She traced around the aroused area carefully,
delighting in Chromia's drawn-out moan, and then directly stimulated
the raised circuitry. A hot gush of lubricant flowed out, bathing
her hand. Alita drew her hand to her mouth and licked off the
fluid. Her optics squeezed shut as her interface flared, nearly
coming again right then and there. The delicious taste was unlike
anything she'd ever known, yet somehow tasted exactly like a female.
Before she could stop to think, she slipped a finger down to her
own interface and stroked lightly. She withdrew her hand, dripping
wet, then slipped it into her mouth. The flavor was slightly different,
but again undeniably female. "Oh, Primus!" she breathed
in awe. She was somewhat amazed at what she had done, but even
more so that she had never tried it before.
Seeing Chromia's broad grin of approval, Alita could no longer
resist her yearning for more. She bent her head and kissed her
friend between the legs, relishing the dampens. The flavor mingled
with her own, and her knees weakened. She had become aroused while
giving head to Optimus, but orally stimulating a woman was so
close to actually doing it to herself that the lines blurred.
Each taste of her lover was almost like tasting herself, and her
unit throbbed at each thrust of her head. She could feel her interface
melting, almost sure she could feel the probing touch of her own
mouth. Her inner circuits clenched, and she could not believe
how excruciatingly aroused she was.
Chromia's soft, sighing cries changed slightly in pitch. Her
hips arched up, and Alita, following another instinct, slipped
a finger into the interface. She hoped that Chromia wouldn't be
upset, since for herself penetration would have detracted from
the experience, but she was dying to feel a woman from the inside.
She felt Chromia's insides squeeze, crackling with electricity,
then flutter with rhythmic pulses as she reached orgasm. Lubricant
flowed out, soaking her hand, and feeling such a miracle happening
to another woman from the inside sent her over the edge. With
a choked cry of surprise, she felt her own interface surge, erupting
into orgasm with absolutely no direct contact. She felt dampness
on her cheeks and realized that she was crying. Never had orgasm
moved her so much.
As their shared pleasure dwindled, Alita mimicked her friend's
earlier gesture by scooping her lower half onto the bed and climbing
in next to her. However, she suddenly realized that cuddling was
the last thing on her mind. She wanted to come again, to thrust
against something. Chromia, eerily in tune with her emotions,
pulled her down on top of her and kissed her fiercely. She spread
her legs and inserted one thigh between Alita's legs, adjusting
one of Alita's legs between her own. Feeling the thigh pressed
against her, Alita began to thrust powerfully, further aroused
as she felt Chromia's interface sliding across her leg, lubricant
trickling down to mix with her own. The pleasure mounted rapidly,
and each of them expressed it freely, sighing and moaning. Their
upper bodies writhed, coolant mixing as the peaks of their breasts
frictioned against each other, the orbs pliant while the stiff
peaks were diamond hard. The incredible sensation of body part
against corresponding body part was mind blowing, and Alita screamed
as she climaxed for the third time, interface squeezing like a
fist. Lubricant poured out in a great gush, flooding the bed as
Chromia arched beneath her. She could feel the other's release
as her thigh was suddenly engulfed in a torrential release of
lubricant. They couldn't stop, but kept frictioning against each
other as the pleasure, fading away, returned again in full force.
Alita thrust both hands against her interface as her thighs squeezed
Chromia's leg between her own. She was dying, she was reborn,
she was soaring, she was crashing. Tears flowed freely down her
face as her hands worked herself frantically, not wanting the
searing pleasure to subside. As the tremors began to die down,
she slipped a finger into herself and nearly lost consciousness
as release hit her again. She slipped the finger of her other
hand inside her partner, causing Chromia to surge with her into
orgasm again. They both lost track of who was who, both feeling
like a gigantic interface that would never cease its pleasure.
But, inevitably, the contractions died away, and Alita collapsed
onto her partner, absolutely spent. They absorbed each other's
residual shudders, legs still entwined.
"You know," Chromia said thoughtfully when she was
finally capable of speech, "I wonder what Optimus and Ironhide
would make of this."
Alita giggled. "They'd probably be aroused by the thought
and ask to watch." Her expression turned serious. "But
if they never return, I'm glad I have you, sister."
Chromia smiled and kissed her forehead. Alita had already slipped
into recharge mode. "I'm glad I have you too, sister."
