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It was a rather normal day in Griffin Rock, no chaos nor tech malfunctions so far, beautiful yet rainy day today and most people were indoors. Including the family of heroes and their bot partners.
Boulder and Graham were inside the garage, working on a small project. Chase and Chief Burns were on patrol, driving slowly as the rain poured. Kade was over at Hailey’s house, helping her pack as she was moving to a house much closer to her school. Blades and Dani were at the arcade, playing a new addition of Just Dance. Quickshadow, who was visiting Griffin Rock, was somewhere on the island. Though no one knows where, she didn’t tell anyone of her whereabouts. And Heatwave?
He was in the bunker.
No one was there but him. At least, that's what he thought.
Heatwave was training, punching the wooden dummy on the platform, his concentrated grunts and the sounds from his punches filling the room. He was oblivious of the tunnel’s door opening, since no human or bot sound came in, no greeting or voices either.
Quickshadow walked in. Her optics made their way to Heatwave and she took a moment to look at him, study him, noticing his form and the force of his punches. He’d improved from the last time she saw him. She smiled, slightly, and walked forward.
“Your form looks better, Heatwave.” She said, standing with her arms crossed.
Heatwave struck the dummy, “Decided to use your advice.” He replied with a small smile intended for Quickshadow without looking at her, punching the dummy again.
Clang.
Quickshadow watched him once more, closely this time, studying his form and stance, the amount of force he used...
She wouldn’t deny, he truly had gotten better.
His pedes were shoulder-width apart, he appeared to avoid being too narrow or excessively wide, his weight was distributed evenly, and he moved with an “easy flow” —actually she took that back, he went a bit stiff. Strange, he wasn’t as stiff before she came in. She must be making him more nervous, that was understandable. He was still, in contrast to her years long experience with martial arts, unexperienced. /p>
But, knowing Heatwave, anytime someone who has more experience comes in, he tries to impress him —if that’s one way to put it— he didn’t show off, show off, but more like a student trying to show their teacher they’re capable. Oh, now he was putting more force into his punches. Primus, he’s adorable when he’s trying to hide his nervousness. She smiled slightly for just a quick second before returning to her resting face.
Quickshadow finally spoke, placing both of her servos on her hipplates, “Since you’re much better than last time, why don’t we have a rematch?"
Heatwave struck the dummy again, a way to hide his surprise when she spoke, taking a moment to think what she said before coming back in Heatwave-fashion. He smirked, giving one last punch to the dummy before turning around.
"Challenge accepted.”
Heatwave hopped off the platform, landing with a loud thud, straightening up and walking toward her. He stood in front of her, a challenging gaze in his optics to which she returned her own.
He smirked, more out of spur of the moment than anything, he didn’t like the feeling he got when he looked her in the optics. It felt warm, in a strange sense.
They both shook servos. Let the re-match begin.
Heatwave stood on one side of —what they designated— the square ring of the bunker, Quickshadow on the other side. They bowed to each other, both of the bots’ visors clicking on to their faceplates, both of them having a stable stance, and the re-match began.
Heatwave struck first, throwing a jab to her side. Quickshadow dodged and counter-attacked with a low-kick. He stumbled, did a little jump, but collected his balance, then made a combination of attacks. First, he did a cross punch followed by a jab, which she dodged swiftly. He front kicked, pushed her away and struck her with an uppercut. Quickshadow used her arms to block the hit before kicking him with a round-house kick.
The kick sent him stumbling back with a hard grunt but he moved out of the way before she could pin him down. But he was then punched with a hook to the head and a kick to the knees as he stood.
Heatwave grunted as he fell onto the floor with a hard thud.
Seeing Heatwave like that, on the floor, set something off inside her. He looked ridiculously hot, ridiculously stupid too, but attrative to her./p>
In the spur of the moment, more out of adrenaline and a sense of dominance, she pinned him. Right then and there.
Heatwave gasped, more out of confusion, maybe a bit of flustered which turned to anger. He tried to get out of her grip, but she was strong. He growled, "Hey-! What gives?"
Quickshadow snapped out of the moment and immediately realized what she was doing. Her servos pinning his arms to her thighs stopping his hips from moving.
She quickly released her grip on his arms, placing her servos up in a "didn't mean too" way.
"Sorry!" She apologized, a bit of embarrassment in her voice, "I-I don't know what got into me."
"Clearly." Heatwave scoffed, but would that warm feeling that now felt as warm as the sun, all over his frame, stop?
He should be telling her to get off him but he liked how she felt on top of him.
His frame warned him about the feeling of unfamiliarity and he spoke, his voice slightly quieter but still snappy, "Can you get off now?"
Quickshadow's faceplate turned blue for a beat before she hurriedly scamppered off, "Oh, right, right!" She flash-stepped away from him, her servos at her sides, watching him get up, "Sorry..."
Heatwave turned from her slightly, his servos grabbing the tip of his hat, hiding his now bright blue-dusted faceplate from her, "It's fine." He cleared his throat, servo dropped to his side but he didn't look at her, "But, uh, good job! You fight good."
Quickshadow coughed, "So do you."
Silence. Awkward silence filled the air before Quickshadow spoke as she turned around to walk away.
"I need to head back to the Mainland, make sure Salavge and Blurr aren't doing anything. Blurr more so."
Heatwave turned his helm to look at her, nodding even if she didn't see it, "Yeah, uh, bye."
Quickshadow transformed into her vehicle-mode, a souped-up Ausley Benton, before driving out of the bunker through the tunnel. The door closing behind her.
Heatwave stood there. Feeling awkward, warm -too warm- and something else. Something unfamiliar, both uncomfortable and pleasant. His faceplate felt warm, other parts of his frame too.
All he could think about in his processor, "Primus, I hope she does that again."