Meet Cute?
birfday fic for me
"We need to-"
"BUMBLEBEE!"
The shout cuts off Windblade, and she whips around, shocked to see your alt tearing through the dusty desert towards her and Bee. Bee himself chirps something out of his radio snippets, but Windblade pays him no mind, thrilled to see a fellow Autobot, but it's you. You, who knows Bumblebee, and are unaware of his current amnesiac state.
In a twist of motion, you transform, momentum carrying you straight into Bee. Your chassis slams into his, arms thrown around his neck cables as his scrabble for your waist while you both fall to the dirt. He can't make any comments, radio rendered into useless static as your dermas seal with his own.
Your kisses are intense, fiery hot and passionate, full of love and so achingly familiar that Bee doesn't hesitate to kiss back. If he offlines his optics and focuses on the touch of your servos on his cheeks, your dermas on his, he can almost remember something. It's right there, tickling the edges of his consciousness, slipping through his digits with each grab he makes.
Your glossa slips into his intake, and all thoughts flood out of his helm. Bee melts, desperately trying to keep up with you, even as steam vents out of his seams.
"Okay!" Windblade calls, not that either of you hear her. She claws at you pauldrons, hauling you off Bee with such strength you're left reeling. "OKAY! Enough of that!"
Bee stays lying on the ground, grinning at the sky. "Whoa, MAMA!"
You giggle, face pinching slightly to hear his radio and not his voice, but still, you turn to Windblade and hug her too. For a moment, she relaxes into your embrace, sighing. Maybe things will be okay, now that you're here to help her with the stupid cons.
"Missed you too, Windblade." You say, pulling back from the hug to flash her a smile. She returns it easily. "You want a kiss too?"
"You mackin' on my girl!?" Comes the shrill of Bee's radio. He rockets to his feet, arms coming around your waist as you lean back into him, laughing.
For a moment, Windblade can picture Cybertron, the stadium filled wtih Cube fans, the three of you playing around before the game starts. Before the war. Before the devastation.
Her resolve to find the Allspark strengthens. She wants that back, somehow, someway.
"I can't believe you remember." Windblade says.
"Remember?" You echo.
"Bee's processor got wiped somehow." Windblade explains. You slowly turn to look at the mech still clinging to you. "He doesn't remember anything, but it seems he remembers you."
"You-!" You squawk, suddenly flailing. Bee tries to cling, but your wiggling forces him to let go. "You don't remember anything!?"
"You're a mystery to me, babe!" Bee replies easily.
Your servos slam into either side of your helm. "I-I kissed you! And you don't even remember me!?"
"You didn't know-" Windblade tries, but you turn to her, expression blank.
"Windblade," you say, so serious even Bee goes solemn, "I need you to take your sword and stab it right here."
Windblade sputters at your point to your chassis, right above your spark chamber. Bee whines loudly, grabbing at you from behind again, despite how you struggle. He shields your spark with his servos, like he thinks Windblade would actually stab you.
"You're not funny." Windblade scolds, pinching your cheek. Bee slaps her servo away for you.
"I'm mortified." You reply. Seeing a lost battle, you fall to gravity, Bee's grip the only thing keeping you off the ground. "I kissed Bee and he doesn't know who I am. I didn't even stop to ask if you guys were okay. Just threw myself at an amnesiac."
"We looooove to see it."
Windblade sighs. "With all the love in my spark, Bee, shut up."
Bee sinks down with you held like a toy against him, pouting. "Awwww. . ."
Nope, Windblade decides, smacking your servos away when they make halfhearted grabs towards her sword. It's still going to be difficult, even with you on the team. Because if you and Bee had one thing that made you perfect for one another, it was that you were both dramatic as the pit.
This was going to be a long cycle.
