At the Car Wash (Transformers Movie, Bumblebee/Mikaela/Sam, PG)

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Title: At the Car Wash
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: suggestiveness
Word count: 871
Prompt: Transformers Movie, Bumblebee/Mikaela/Sam: at the car wash - "and the boss don't mind sometimes if you act the fool"
A/N: This prompt is for February 26. I apologize for its tardiness.


Even though Sam had begged for a car from the moment he turned sixteen, sometimes, it was nice just to let Bumblebee drive and not to have to keep his eyes on the road. Like now, with Mikaela in the seat beside him, her skirt cut high and her tee shirt cut low.

It was all he could do to keep from drooling, but then Bumblebee would complain about spit all over his seats and steering wheel and Mikaela would laugh at him, and the mood would be broken. Instead, he let his fingers creep across the center glove box, his target...

"What are you doing?"

Sam's head snapped up, his cheeks flushed, as he drew his hand back defensively. "Nothing."

It was easy to tell from her expression that Mikaela knew exactly what he had planned. Not that she was protesting. She was usually pretty good about that. "Pity."

He didn't miss the grin she tried to hide as she turned to look out the passenger window, or the low rumble of the Camaro when Bumblebee laughed.

"You think that's funny, do you?" Sam wrapped his hands around the steering wheel and jerked it to the left.

Bumblebee squealed in protest the same time Mikaela called out, "Look! Over there."

Suppressing a sigh, Sam obeyed. There was nothing interesting this far out of town. He didn't know why he'd let Optimus talk him into taking Bumblebee so far out. He'd missed what had happened between the two Autobots, but he had the feeling Optimus was still looking for some sign of others of his own kind.

A brand new strip mall broke the desolate landscape. Grand Opening signs decorated the walls and windows of small stores and restaurants and even an arcade. None of them had caught Mikaela's eye, though. Instead, she was pointing at a fancy new car wash, its banner proclaiming Now Open.

"It's just a car wash," he grumbled, fighting his annoyance. "And an empty car wash, at that."

"Exactly." Mikaela turned to face him, all smiles. "Haven't you ever wanted to ride through one?"

Sam thought back. "I think maybe I did once as a kid. Mom and dad forgot..." He shrugged off the geeky moment. "They won't let you. They make you get out before..."

"Bumblebee, can you shield us?" she asked, leaning forward to stroke the spotless dash.

"Wait! Wait!" Sam protested before the car could respond. "What are you thinking? What if..."

Dragging her tongue along her bottom lip, Mikaela eyed the back seat with longing. "You know, we've never tried..."

"Oh. Oooooooh." Damn, I'm stupid. Damn. Damn. "What a great idea."

"I can shield us, Mikaela," Bumblebee answered, "but only for a short while."

"That's all we need." Her smile deepened when she reached for her seat belt.

"Not yet." Sam kicked himself mentally, unable to believe he was turning down a chance at Mikaela. Willingly. "You've got to wear your seat belt. What if we get into an accident..."

"We're inside a giant robot," she said, irritation quirking the corners of her mouth down. "What's going to hurt us?"

"Uh...um...good point." His seat belt snapped back against the housing before she'd had time to even consider releasing hers a second time. "Bumblebee, you've got the comm." Before he had another chance to blow it, Sam hopped into the backseat and flopped, twisting and turning until he found a halfway comfortable position. This could be it. This could be it. He extended one hand to Mikaela in invitation. Bye-bye virginity.

Instead of joining him, she disentangled herself from the seat belt and slid into the driver's seat, running one hand along the steering wheel, the other along the dash.

"Hey!" Sam tried to sit up, but Bumblebee turned on the gas and he found himself flapping his arms in an attempt to right himself.

"Just sit back and relax," Mikaela purred as she tilted the driver's seat back a notch. Then another. "This is going to be...fun."

There was something in the way she said fun that sent him straight past horny. Gonna get lucky. Gonna get laid tonight.

"Ratchet was right," Mikaela crowed when they reached the entrance to the car wash. She leaned forward, speaking to the car in a conspiratorial whisper. "Anybody close enough to catch us?"

"The coast is clear," Bumblebee announced with a tremor in his voice.

"Hey!" Sam protested again. "What's going on here? What's...?"

"Make sure nobody peeks," she said as the car eased itself onto the conveyer chain and water splashed on around them.

"Peeks?" Sam managed to push himself upright as canned music came on inside the car wash, blasting through speakers positioned at intervals on the walls.

And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act the fool.

Folding his arms, he pressed his back against the seat, grumbling, "I hate this song."

His mouth dropped open when Mikaela stripped down to her underwear, which left little to the imagination. "Come on," she urged. "Hurry."

"Wha...I...but..."

"Not you, Sam."

Music filled the cockpit...Mikaela's favorite song.

"Oh, no." This couldn't be happening. "You can't...you wouldn't..." Sam grimaced. "How the heck would the two of you do that anyway?"