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You were a beautiful femme. One that Lockdown adored with all of his corrupted spark.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get to see you often. You were a technician and an engineer, meaning you were down in the engines most of the time, repairing damage and improving the intricate systems.

As he lounged in his captain’s chair, he growled with frustration. He wanted her to be with him all the time. No, he needed her by his side.

Suddenly, he thought of a clever idea. Smirking, he set upon putting it into motion.

-Your POV-
You tried to wipe the grime from your now dull __a/c__ armor, but to no avail.

You sighed in frustration, screwing the final metal piece back into the wall, repairing the hull of the massive Knight Ship. Just as you finished, a voice sounded over your communications. “____, we need you on the bridge, damage assessment.”

You let out a frustrated breath. Would you never get a break? “On my way.” You replied, before making your way to the helm of the ship. As you approached the entrance, two lesser bots escorted you inside.

You cocked your hip, swagger screaming in your stance. “So,” you began, gazing around the room, before returning your optics to the bounty hunter, “what did you break this time…?”

He grinned almost sheepishly, before gesturing to a spot left of the massive panel of glass. Your eyes widened in surprise.

A gaping hole fifteen feet by ten feet stared back at you. You shot Lockdown a glance, “Do I even want to know how that happened?”

He smirked, “Probably not.” You rolled your optics, and began to inspect the damage.

You tapped a digit against your lips for a moment, then gave him the results. “I can definitely fix it, but it will take me a couple days, maybe a week at most.”

-Lockdown POV-
He suppressed a triumphant smile. A week! A week of watching her, a week of her being near him. It wasn’t forever, but it was a start.

She didn’t wait for a response, and began to work, poking and prodding at the exposed wires, her face scrunched in concentration.

Her movements were delicate, gentle, as if she were handling a human baby. He fanaticized about you holding him like that, caressing his face with your slender digits.

As the energon flowed freely to his face plates, (and other regions) he shook the image from his head before you noticed his peculiar behavior.

He relaxed in his chair, content with just watching you…for now.

-Your POV-
It went on like this for the next couple of weeks. You would fix the damage, then the next day, Lockdown would screw up something else.

You were beginning to think he was doing this on purpose. Not that you minded; ever since you had first met him, you had developed a crush on the powerful bounty hunter.

You never let it show, business before pleasure of course. Though it was hard to dismiss those thoughts as you two engaged in idle chatter as you worked.

He was so kind and caring when talking with you. It made you wonder why you were different than the other bots which he treated so rudely.

At the moment, you were finishing up a smaller hole on the ground in front of Lockdown’s chair, when he spoke your name softly.

You looked up, sending an inquiring glance in his direction.

“There is one other thing in this room that is broken, _____, shattered beyond repair.”

There was something different about his tone, and you stood, “Nothing is beyond repair Lockdown.” You said, gazing around, but not finding said object.

You heard his breath catch in his throat at your retort. “I’m glad you said that.” He latched onto your waist, and pulled you on top of him.

The energon that rushed to your cheeks made you slightly light-headed as you straddled the bounty hunter on his chair.

“L-Lockdown?” you gasped as his arms wound around your waist, pressing your body flush to his.

“My spark might be damaged and corrupted, but it beats only for you.”

His green optics met yours, and emotions you didn’t know he was capable of having, shone brightly. Then he broke off the gaze, looking off to the side, “And, I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed to tell you-“

You didn’t allow him to finish his sentence. Gripping his face, you forced him to look at you, and you smashed your lips down on to his.

At first he tensed, and you wondered if you had been too forward, but before you could pull away, he moved his lips against yours, pushing your mouth harder on to him.

You moaned in surprise and pleasure, though the sound was consumed greedily by Lockdown.

You gripped his shoulder plates, as if desperate to anchor yourself to the ground as he sent you higher into heaven than you had ever gone before.

Finally, you both parted, never fully separating. Every now and then, your lips would brush his, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

He was as breathless as you were, spark pounding almost painfully.

“Fix me…”