Again another story.
Disclaimer: I don't own TA damnit now leave me alone.
Thunder of Love
It was a loud, stormy night.
Thunder was striking in the clouds. Wind strongly blowing.
Hothead lay in his breth sleeping as the storm continues. He liked the storm, especially the thunder. Believe it or not thunder clams him. Like a lullaby sung by his mother.
Then suddenly he felt a dim light made contact with his eyes. He raise up a little and squint at the intruder.
It was Jetfire.
In her pajamas.
"Umm..hi, Hothead," she said softy. Hothead raise an eyebrow. "Vhat's happen?" He look at her confusedly. "Vhy aren't jou in bed?" Jetfire fidgets and plays with her hair in a nervous matter. "I'm afraid of thunder." She whispers but loud enough for him to hear. "Tonight..can I sleep with you?"
Silent filled the air after that even though there was a storm out there. Hothead hesitated at the moment. Staring at her. Looking at her.
After a while he spoke.
Jetfire shuffled at his breth and got in the covers with him. Begin press to him and held in a loving way, made. "He feels so warm," she thought. And one thing that shocks her was one thing.
He didn't have his vision on.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing her thigh. Jetfire blush as Hothead's hand move towards her waist bringing the pajama dress up, revealing her panties. Jetfire whimper, hearing the thunder grow louder. Hothead hush his mate, kissing her forehead. His hand continues the treatment by grabbing her aft.
Jetfire moan as her rub and caress her aft. Hothead lean down and kiss her collar bone to her neck. "H-Hothead..," she groaned. His hand went for her panties.
His thumb went under the band, about to take it off and smoothen her fears.
Until a big crash of thunder interrupted them. Jetfire scream in terror, clinging Hothead as if he may disappear. Hothead groaned in annoyance. He likes the storm. But it can kill a moment.
Damnit thunder, right were they were about to intreface.R&R