Ember stared out after Megatron, following him into the ever so familiar conference room, as she called it. Her mate always shook his head at her wonder for humans and their terminology. As they walked down multiple corridors, the time spent was in silence. She frowned, never one for bathing in silence. She liked to keep the air around her bright and loud, ecstatic and full of chaos.
Megatron on the other hand just enjoyed her love for chaos. ...Except for this one time.
"Megatron, there's something I need to tell you. I was thinking about waiting, since you have a meeting, but I REALLY need to tell you, so-" Ember stopped herself, wishing she had used her processor before her vocalizer. "You know, it can wait." She looked up at her mate, her wings twitching in anticipation. This is usually when he started to yell.
Irritated silence pursued.
"Ah, well I hope you won't be mad if I wait. It's really for the best, dear. I don't want you to fret while you're raiding the world. I should really stop while I'm ahead, shouldn't I?"
Angered and irritated silence pursued.
Ember sulked in the emotion-filled silence offered to her by the warlord. "Could you at least voice your disapproval of me? I don't like the quiet." She knew he was just teasing her, but he blocked off the bond and so it was more difficult to tell exactly what he was deviating.
They finally wound up nearing the door to the conference room, and Megatron abruptly stopped. Ember turned to look up at him, puzzlement written on her face. "What is it? You look as if-"
To stop her babbling, he leaned down to her face, lips meeting hers. "Don't babble during the meeting," was all he said before entering the room before her. When she didn't follow immediately, he inwardly smirked. "Is something wrong, Ember? Have your legs suddenly stopped working? If not then get in here! You're holding things up as usual."
Ember vented air and walked into the room, the door sliding shut behind her. That mech... she thought in exasperation. "That's what you get for holding ME up last night." As Ember took her seat beside Starscream she shot a sly grin at her mate, bringing her pedes up to rest on the table as she pointedly stared at him.
She noticed the Stunticons and the Constructicons staring at her in disbelief, while some of the more "seasoned" warriors simply stared at their leader, waiting for Ember to calm down. Or waiting for Megatron to push her towards a tirade, of course.
"Ember, silence. Now."
The femme frowned before looking up at the ceiling, making a point that she would be ignoring her mate for the remainder of the meeting. Briefing for an energon raid never was her idea of a good time. Ember continued to listen anyway, not wanting to displease her mate, and made a point to bring her pedes off the table, only to kick at Starscream under the table when he wouldn't shut up. Juvenile, yes, but she loved that look Starscream would get on his faceplates.
"Megatron, do you have any idea of what you are talking about? The Autobots will surely-" The second-in-command stopped short of his exclamation, a twisted look of surprise and pain in his ruby optics. Ember casually leaned over in her seat, her hands locked together underneath her chin. "Want to go deeper into that thought, Air Commander?" She smirked as she dug her heel deeper into the mech's leg, digging around for something important to slice open.
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