Ep 0.5 - Now THIS is a Gun - Closed
Mar 6, 2012 4:35:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2012 4:35:45 GMT -5
The time she and Ironhide had spent together planning out her new weapons system had gotten Shadowrunner used to unexpected contact, if nothing else. No matter how carefully respectful of her personal space he started out, it was only a matter of time before Shadow found herself being pulled closer to look at something, or having one of her arms grabbed so Ironhide could sketch with a finger directly against her armor. After a few rounds of frantically locking down her self defense routines (made immeasurably easier by the night she'd spent recharging literally on top of him, systems absorbing sound and touch and field and classifying them as safety whether she intended it or not), she'd developed a tolerance for that particular quirk, followed by a quick downhill slide to actually looking forward to it.
Unexpected but not particularly startling, then, that he should respond to her boisterous embrace by picking her up, her brief flare of alarm fading almost instantly against the warmth of his field. She leaned in against him, optics offlined, exventing contentedly as the deep rumble of his engine rolled through her.
When he brought up her targeting system, she knew perfectly well what her answer ought to be. She was fully capable of doing the recalibration herself, they both knew it, and comfortable as she was growing with Ironhide, the responsibility was still hers.
Except...they did both know she could do it, and he had made the offer anyway. And in the time she'd known him, Ironhide had never offered anything he wasn't willing to follow through on.
This once, she decided, she could risk giving the wrong answer.
"I know I shouldn't need you to write the code for me," she admitted, after wrestling with the decision for long enough that he must have noticed. Without realizing what she was doing, she leaned into his hold, reflexively seeking safety/shelter/comfort. "But I'd really like it if you did."
Unexpected but not particularly startling, then, that he should respond to her boisterous embrace by picking her up, her brief flare of alarm fading almost instantly against the warmth of his field. She leaned in against him, optics offlined, exventing contentedly as the deep rumble of his engine rolled through her.
When he brought up her targeting system, she knew perfectly well what her answer ought to be. She was fully capable of doing the recalibration herself, they both knew it, and comfortable as she was growing with Ironhide, the responsibility was still hers.
Except...they did both know she could do it, and he had made the offer anyway. And in the time she'd known him, Ironhide had never offered anything he wasn't willing to follow through on.
This once, she decided, she could risk giving the wrong answer.
"I know I shouldn't need you to write the code for me," she admitted, after wrestling with the decision for long enough that he must have noticed. Without realizing what she was doing, she leaned into his hold, reflexively seeking safety/shelter/comfort. "But I'd really like it if you did."