They stood in the forest. One of them nervous, the other filled with anticipation. The tension between them had been escalating ever since his metamorphosis. Tonight, they were in this secluded place to discover what exactly the fates had in store for them. As the creatures of the planet sung their rhythmic songs, the two stepped closer to each other. Face to face, it was he that first spoke.
"What if he finds out?" he asked anxiously.
" He won't. This area is stilled enclosed by pure Energon." She waved her pincers in front of him. "No detection, no discovery." The male stepped even closer to the female, their face only inches away from each other. She was, of course, right. And the Energon that had once been so incredibly deadly no longer posed a threat to their new Transmetal forms.
"When I went through my ... change, you were the only one who wasn't frightened by what I had become." He bowed his head. "That meant more to me than you can ever know." She pressed her face against his.
"I don't think we would be here, Cheetor, having this conversation if I didn't" The Maximal tensed. His body reacting in a way it hadn't before.
"Blackarachnia, I have feeling for you, but I also respect Silverbolt. If he ever found out about tonight," the newly transformed spider gripped the young Cybertronian in an embrace as she interrupted him.
"I believe that we just had this conversation. Silverbolt won't find out about us and this particular night. This night belongs to us, Cheetor." She released her grip on him slightly, allowing the Maximal the space he needed to sort out what was going on in his mind. Overhead, a darkly colored bird circled, hungrily searching for prey.
"I thought you loved Silverbolt. What's happening now. It doesn't somehow seem right." Blackarachnia tightened her hold on Cheetor again. Sensing his reservation dissolving, she pressed on.
I do love Silverbolt. He's romantic. He treats me as if I were a living god. He worships every move that I take, and it's breathtaking beyond words. But," she said as she began to mingle her face with Cheetor's, "he knows nothing of raw passion, of the pure excitement of youth and power mixed with ..."
The words ceased, as there was no more reason for them anymore. In the midst of a star filled night, innocence gave way to desire, and love gave way to the inevitable need to conquer.