Who's afraid of a little word?

[sword_redemption]

Who: Drift and Wing
Where: Wing's quarters.
When: Shortly after Drift's network post (as I am spamming ur comms today) before he leaves for the Badlands.
What: Let's see if Drift can say the 'l-word' without dying of embarrassment
Warnings: Dorkitude, possibly smooching. avert thine eyes!!


Right. He's got enough supplies to last a few days, his weapons have been cleaned, he's done basic maintenance. He's about as ready as he can be for the Badlands.

He's not sure he's ready for this part, though. He can feel something trembling and fluttering in his spark chamber, that seems to flutter ever more agitatedly as he walks down the corridor to Wing's quarters. The last time he was up here...things happened.  Very, very good things, and he can still feel the ghosts of those touches on his armor.

Four was right. And Vandal. And he didn't know anything about romance. At all.  But he knows that there are times you should say something because there might not be another chance.

Now's one of those times.

He chimes the door, a nervous finger slipping off the button, and cycles a long breath.  Maybe Wing's not here. Maybe he's gone off searching somewhere. If that's the case, he'll know it's a sign that this is not the right time or the right thing to do.

But if Wing is.....

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[winged_knight]

"You did Drift, they were just used for ill instead of good." Which Wing wholeheatedly believes. Simple soilders with a talent for violence alone didn't attract Megatron's personal attention. Drift has gifts and it's not just for killing. "But you do have more now."

Wing stands in the shared embrace for a moment, letting their fields mingle and taking in all that is Drift. "Then do one thing for me Drift," he murmurs, and even soft and low the words have strength, "Live."

[sword_redemption]

"They were just, I don't know, really well hidden or something." Another attempt at a joke, because this is almost too intense for Drift. And clearly, 'sense of humor' isn't on that list.

Drift buries his head for a moment in the nook between Wing's shoulder and neck. "I should be saying that to you, Wing. Not the other way around."

[winged_knight]

A quiet laugh, low and soft against Drift's helm. "Clearly you were saving them for a more worthy cause."

In a way Wing feels like he's had his chance at life already, and a good one at that. Anything beyond is extra, a boon he doesn't want to take for granted. But he feels like Drift hasn't had the same chance yet, not really. "I guess we'll both have to then, together."

[sword_redemption]

"You're the worthy cause," he said, in that always-earnest tone. He's terrible at this romantic stuff: he keeps tripping over sincerity.

He allows himself one more minute, greedily in Wing's arms, memorizing the smell, the sound, the feel of the jet, more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. And then he pulled away.

"...better go." Because it's hard enough to go now. All he wants to do is cocoon himself with Wing for a few hours.

[winged_knight]

His chin tucks, feeling both humbled and charmed by the sentiment. He's without words except a soft trill as he clutches Drift closer, burying his face against the other's neck.

Wing knows it has to happen, the parting, but in a way he's thankful for the cause since it brought about this beautiful collection of moments, ones he'll treasure forever. But if there must be a parting, however temporary, Wing won't let it be with foreboding-heavy sparks.

"Yes...but take this with you?" He wishes he had a physical token he could give away, something symbolic yet tangible. But he doesn't, so instead he chooses to imbue one of the things he values most: his love of life.

Wing surges forward for one last kiss, his hands ardent on Drift's chassis in ways only someone with full knowledge of the frame and all its sensitivities would be. It's brief and wild and full of the promise of his love and affection before he tears himself away again.

"Now go!" Wing bids, almost like a command, his voice fierce with ardor and determination. Those same hands which had been so mobile a moment ago give Drift a small shove, freeing them of temptation. Wing's mouth stretches into a smile because he'll leave Drift with nothing less. "You'll have to come back if you want the rest!"

[sword_redemption]

Drift sucks a vent of air at the sudden, wanted kiss, feeling everything about Wing against him, from the lush EM field to the satiny touches of the jet's fingertips toying with the armorlocks on his chassis. He shivers, tilting closer, prolonging the moment, filling his senses with the crystalline sweetness of the kiss.

"I'll return it with interest," he said, solemnly, stepping away, hands tearing themselves from Wing's frame, to his sword hilts. He galvanizes himself with a nod, turning to take two steps toward the door, before he whirls, lunging in for one last touch, a nipping kiss, one finger lingering over Wing's cheek, his optics drinking in what might be his last sight of Wing.

[winged_knight]

"Sooner the better!" It comes out almost as a sob, a compromise as the words say 'go' but his spark says, 'no stay'. He's cycling a shuddering breath as he watches Drift step towards the door, only to be suddenly filled with the swordmech's presence again.

A noise of surprise gets muffled into a whimper as the kiss closes around it, Wing leaning to chase it greedily. He catches the hand as the finger leaves his cheek, pressing silver lipplates to the open palm and drawing a deep intake. He releases the kiss with a warm ex-vent, closing Drift's fingers around it.

Unable to resist, he repeats the gesture with Drift's other hand. "They'll keep you safe," he whispers. "_{Now, please...}"