TF: Welcome Home

[wildernesstales]

Rating: NC17 (or as close as it can get)
Series: G1
Pairings: Arcee/Hot Rod/Springer
Summary: Hot Rod gets sent on a mission with the Wreckers, leaving Arcee all alone.  But when they reunite…
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tfic_contest  2010 holiday ficlet exchange.  Prompt was ‘Hello stranger’.
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.


 

She couldn’t wait for them to get back.  It was unusual for Hot Rod to be sent out with the Wreckers, but Springer had requested him specially.  It was always hard watching Springer leave, but at least she and Hot Rod could console themselves with each other.  But this time, she’d had no one.  She’d been all alone, while Hot Rod and Springer had been together.

It had been lonely.  But now they were due back.  She raced down to the landing pad, waiting for Xantium to enter Cybertron’s atmosphere.  Then they would be able to have their reunion.  Her and Springer and Hot Rod; all together again.  She checked all their duty rosters; they would be off for downtime, and she had arranged a few days off.  They would be able to spend all of it together.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Eager aren’t you?” Springer grinned, watching Hot Rod impatiently staring out of Xantium’s window.
“And you’re not?”
“Of course I am.  I’m just not showing it as openly as you are.” Hot Rod snorted.
“She’s insatiable when you’re away, you know that right?”
“Yeah, and she’s insatiable when I get back.  What’s your point?” Behind them, Roadbuster shook his head.
“My point…” Hot Rod turned to face Springer.  “My point is that she’s is going to be even more than insatiable because I wasn’t there.” Roadbuster laughed.
“Springer, you ain’t gonna be walking straight for days.” Hot Rod laughed at that.
“He’s right.” He moved forward, one hand resting on Springer’s chestplating as he leant up for a kiss.
“Neither of us are going to be walking straight for days.” He amended.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As Xantium landed and opened her doors, Hot Rod was the first off, and Arcee met him halfway down the ramp.  Flinging her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss which Hot Rod eagerly responded to.
“Aren’t we forgetting something… or someone?” Springer stood behind Hot Rod, hands on his hips as he watched both his lovers kissing.
“Hello stranger.” Arcee broke the kiss long enough to grin at him over Hot Rod’s shoulder.
“I could get used to this sort of welcome.”
“I could get used to giving it.” She let go of Hot Rod, slipping past him to kiss Springer.  “Though I don’t want to.” She continued as she pulled back.
“I know, and I’m sorry.  But we needed him.” Springer shot Hot Rod a glance.
“Besides, we’re looking forward to reacquainting ourselves with you.” Hot Rod stepped closer to them, wrapping his arms around Arcee’s waist.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In their quarters, it was hard to tell who was who from the tangle of limbs that sprawled on the berth.  Arcee spared a brief moment to be glad that they had an over-sized berth (something Ultra Magnus had finally agreed to, and she was sure that it had something to do with Springer, but he wasn’t telling).

After the first, hurried, overload, they all calmed down a little, wanting to take their time with the next ones.  Arcee teased them that they were worn out from their mission, which resulted in them pinning her down and showing her exactly how not worn out they were.

Arcee squirmed in Hot Rod’s grip as Springer kissed his way up her legs.  Her breathless protests went unheeded and soon stopped as Hot Rod nuzzled her neck.  Springer’s strong hands easily popped open her interface panel, unspooling her cable teasingly.
“Springer!” She half-growled at him.  Anything else she was going to say was cut off by a kiss from Hot Rod.  She gasped into his mouth as Springer connected himself to her, feeling the rush of everything that was Springer.  He moved forward to kiss Hot Rod, and she was trapped between them, relishing the weight of her lovers.  She’d missed this while they’d been away.  Not just the interfacing, but having them close.

Hot Rod squeaked as Springer shifted, bringing one hand up to trace along his spoiler.  He arched forward, pressing Arcee against Springer.  Not that she was complaining.  Especially not while he still managed to keep doing that with his hands!

A third presence entered the connection, as Springer plugged Hot Rod into himself.  Immediately, the connection was flooded with the eager enthusiasm that only seemed to come with youth.  Arcee latched onto it, having missed it over the last weeks.  She couldn’t stifle the giggle as Springer did exactly the same and Hot Rod let out a low moan.
“Told you she was insatiable.” He managed to mutter to Springer, who just laughed.
“Never said she wasn’t’.” He grinned, nuzzling against Arcee’s plating.  He pulled on Arcee’s cable, bringing it up to attach to Hot Rod, completing the three way link they had,  They all groaned as the final connection was made and turned their attention mostly inwards, revelling in the feelings across the link,

The overload took them all by surprise; creeping up on them, slowly heating every circuit and system.  They cried out as one, hands tightening on plating almost uncomfortably as the energy dissipated across the links.

“Now, that’s the kind of welcome home I like.” Springer all but purred, oozing contentment.  Hot Rod smacked him on the thigh, while Arcee clouted him round the head.
“Hey!” Playing up the wounded act, he complained.  Neither of them paid much notice, far more concerned with one another.
“Definitely the kind of welcome home I like…”