[She can't expect anything. Or rather, her expectations are vastly different--too different--to judge. And out of everyone, Ironhide's the most like her. The one she can understand the best.
Although she's failing to understand why she's so accepting of this. No one else would have gotten within a few feet without a punch to the face. Even cameramen keeping distance was 'too close'.
Here...it's almost intoxicating.]
Damn right you aren't.
[There's a hint of affection there, feeling their helms touch, feeling that warm air against her lips. That is...until that's replaces by Ironhide's own.
It's just a peck, being generous. More like a brush against them before she realizes contact was made, eyes snapping open wide. Like she'd just accidentally broke a world supply of vases.
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Although she's failing to understand why she's so accepting of this. No one else would have gotten within a few feet without a punch to the face. Even cameramen keeping distance was 'too close'.
Here...it's almost intoxicating.]
Damn right you aren't.
[There's a hint of affection there, feeling their helms touch, feeling that warm air against her lips. That is...until that's replaces by Ironhide's own.
It's just a peck, being generous. More like a brush against them before she realizes contact was made, eyes snapping open wide. Like she'd just accidentally broke a world supply of vases.
Hello, Ironhide.]