Iced Mistletoe

Title: Iced Mistletoe

Characters/Pairing: Blitzwing/Blackarachnia

Rated: T

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Blackarachnia gazed dully at the limp green plant currently being shoved in her face.

"What is that?"

"Mistletoe!" came the jovial response, courtesy of Random Blitzwing. Or, as she liked to refer to him, The Third Stooge.

Her four burning red optics narrowed slightly on the dangling leaf.

"Get it out of my face."

"Hmm… nope!"

"Get it out of my face before I tear your arm off."

A manic cackle followed the deadpan threat. She sighed and turned to leave.

"You know the tradition don't you?" he crooned after her, skipping to catch up.

"Do I care?"

"Whoever's under it has to-"

The sentence was unceremoniously cut short when Blackarachnia's arm swung round, hand latching onto his neck and blocking the rest of the word flow.

Her lip upturned to a snarl and she hissed, "Perhaps I wasn't clear. I don't care. Frag off."

And like a whip-crack The Second Stooge took over. Hot-Head roughly threw her arm off and growled.

"You have the nerve to order me? To touch me?! You worthless orga-"

"Organic insect", she finished for him with a bark, arms crossing, "Heard it before Three-Face. Get's a little old coming from you after a while."

While the incensed expression looked set to erupt, it instead swivelled round and allowed The First Stooge to take hold.

"Perhaps if you simply listened to what I have to say, we could avoid unnecessary conflict", he calmly stated, clinical optics as sharp and penetrating as ever. She frowned.

"Can you honestly expect me to entertain anything either of those unhinged components of yours has to say? Especially when one of them is blathering on about something completely-"

"Then allow me to ask you", Icy smoothly cut in. Blackarachnia glowered at him.

"Forget it."

Blitzwing merely inclined his helm to the side slightly.

"Do you really wish for me to permit Random open access again?"

She blinked and vented a short growl, "That's low."

"Indeed."

A waiting silence dropped and she hissed an annoyed sigh.

"Fine. Ask." she grit out.

No show of victory showed on Blitzwing's faceplates, though he did have the audacity to brandish the organic plant at her once again.

"An Earthen custom. I was wondering if you would care to explore it with me."

Blackarachnia mulled it over.

"All you want is an answer?"

"That's correct."

"Then no. Happy?"

"You do realise that Random could keep this sort of escapade up for a good seven mega-cycles at the least."

She clenched her jaw and glared at him. The choices were set. Either a short unpleasant experience now, or half a deca-cycle of torment to look forward to. Decisions, decisions…

Blackarachnia rose a single hand to rub at the side of her helmet. A habit she exercised when frustration took hold.

"Only if in return, that psycho-slagger of yours doesn't come near me within the next ten cycles."

A brief pause on Blitzwing's part showed his components were thinking it through. She saw his face flick back to Random a few more times, Hot-Head also managed to pop up once or twice, before the blue faceplates took charge once again.

"Very well."

Almost a mega-cycle of peace from that nimrod? Stellar. She could almost grin.

Blackarachnia nodded, then crossed her arms and waited. Blitzwing remained silent and continued to survey her in that disturbingly piercing way of his. She stewed silently for almost a klik before relenting with a snarl.

"Well?"

"…I'm thinking."

She almost asked about what, but thankfully stopped herself before the words left. She didn't care.

"Just get it over with", she sighed, turning her glare on the floor just behind him.

"I'm merely considering the best way to go about this… Though I believe I may have figured it out."

"Hallelujah."

He ignored the sarcasm and took a single step forward to stick the miniature organic plant on the doorframe above. Blackarachnia tensed at the closer proximity, but didn't move back.

"You know Screamer's gonna throw a glitch fit if he sees the organic thing up there. And I sure as slag won't take the blame", she caustically remarked, frown still directed away from him.  

Blitzwing actually let a thin smirk surface.

"I'll take my chances", he chuckled. The unnatural rich sound sent a strange wave of something coursing over her sensor-net. She almost flinched when a cold hand gently gripped her chin and tilted it up. Blackarachnia had to suppress the instinctual response of striking out, though she wasn't quite sure why she did…

Her optics reluctantly slid from the floor to meet Blitzwing's mismatching pair. The intensity of his gaze caused her intakes to hitch slightly.

"This all part of the custom, Three-Face?", she internally cringed at how utterly barbless the words came out. Blitzwing's optics grew in brilliance and his smirk widened.

"In a way."

She remained utterly frozen as he descended, cold lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering caress. When he drew back after a moment, her optics had widened just slightly.

She should punch him. Sting him. Kick him! Do something. Not just stand there like a….

Almost unconsciously, her hand reached up to brush a single violet claw over where his lips had touched. The metal was still cold. Her optics' own hesitance was matched by his unwavering stare. A moment passed…

And then her hands were lifting, reaching up behind his neck and guiding him back down. He required no further invitation and had soon melded his mouth to hers once again. The kiss remained placid, but all prior hesitance had since evaporated.

Her pointed fangs finely nipped along his bottom lip, his own glossa deftly urging her lips to part for greater access. She briefly considered before relinquishing. And he took full advantage.

Blackarachnia had to stifle a gasp when he slipped through. Primus, Blitzwing's glossa was like ice! His oral fluids stung her mouth like liquid nitrogen. A quiet sound clicked from her vocaliser at the striking sensation, and most certainly not one of displeasure. Blitzwing took all he could from the kiss, deeply caressing and exploring the depths of her mouth, while rapidly obliterating all traces of heat from within.

After a moment, Blackarachnia just had to pull back. Her organic systems were far too sensitive to withstand the intensity of the cold. A cloud of cool white air escaped her mouth when she broke free and exhaled, dark lips left slightly numbed from the contact. She ran an equally chilled glossa over them.

"What's this custom again?" her breathless state did little to sully that ever present gruff tenor in her voice. Blitzwing seemed thoughtful, lifting a hand to run his thumb over her lip glistened with ice. Surprisingly, she didn't slap him away.   

"I believe the tradition is that when two people are under the mistletoe plant, they are required to kiss."

Blackarachnia felt the numb feeling along her lips slowly begin to recede to a pulsing kind of tingle.

"And you decided to try it on me, why?"

He regarded her silently, optics dim and slightly distant.

"Ardent curiosity."

She didn't buy it. But she sure as slag wasn't going to dig any further. If he didn't want to tell her, she definitely didn't want to know.

"Fine", she murmured, hands tugging him down once more and helm craning up.

Blitzwing was just as content to leave the matter at that. He dipped down and met her halfway, lips engulfing her own in another chilling kiss that had her breathless once more within moments.