Bits and Pieces of Various Wrolds: Why Don't You Flirt With Me? (Transf...)

Title: “Why don't you flirt with me?”

Fandom: Transformers

Characters: Mikeala and Starscream

Word count: 381

Requested by: JasonGrey

AN: I…probably brutalized her versions of Starscream and Mikeala from her story `The Looking Glass'. Which is an AWESOME story. Dark but awesome. If you want to see the actual story, go over to her. I have her faved in my profile.

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He flirted, flirted a lot really. Anything that walked on two legs and had a proper brain function was not safe from Starscream and his flirting. though she had to admit that her and Jazz were safe from the flirting attacks, for the most part.

Pouting, Mikeala looked towards Starscream, who was reading a pad and trying to get something done, and not give into the urge to do anything, something that was not paperwork. Snickering, the small human shook her head, hair falling into her face before she shoved it back out of her face.

“So, Starscream, can you take a quick break for a minute?” she asked, climbing up onto the table the mech was working on.

“Yeah, sure,” Starscream replied, putting his stylist aside, leaning back and crossing his legs as he watched the small female plot down and cross her legs.

“Why don't you flirt with Jazz?” she asked, getting a, so to speak, wide eyed look from the flyer. “I mean you flirt with Sam, flirt with Megatron in a way. Hell, you'd flirt with an Autobot if they weren't batshit insane. I can understand why you don't with Frenzy, but why not Jazz?”

Snorting, Starscream shook his head and smiled lightly as he said, “Because I like living quite frankly. That and as much as I like her, she's not the femme I'm interested and want at the moment.” Looking up at the mech with a slightly confused look on her face, Mikeala wondered if what she was thinking could possibly be true.

“So, why don't you flirt with me?” she drawled, enjoying the way the jet went stiff and twitched slightly. She knew that it was Starscreams way of blushing and found it rather adorable at the moment.

“Well,” Starscream started, clearing his throat before trying to speak again. “Probably because I respect you and I don't want you to think I'm just messing around with you.”

Smiling and leaning back on her hands, legs stretched out before her, she snickered softly and said in return, “You're cute. And I know you would never mess with me, you big lug. You'd end up scrape metal if you played with me and every one knows it.”

“Yeah, your mother there would enjoy doing it to.”