"Why, fancy meeting you here!" a familiar, discordant voice hailed her.     

Airazor hovered in place, "Don't act like you're surprised, we both know better," she retorted, hands on her hips.

"Aww, don't be like that. I know you're just dazzled by my flying skills." Terrorsaur tilted his head and gave her a grin he probably thought looked charming, although Airazor found it more smarmy than anything else.

To his obvious surprise, in answer Airazor flipped into a dive that came so close Terrorsaur could feel her talons rake lightly along his back. He squawked and flailed his wings, roiling up the clouds that concealed them.

"Yes, I'm just overwhelmed by your elite skills," she said dryly, flicking a wingtip at him tauntingly.

"Why you…!" he hissed, optics flaring with something fierce and hungry. He lunged for her, but Airazor twisted away, darting into the clouds.

He could have easily located her with his scanners but that would spoil the game. So he followed, mirroring her movements with his own as she wove in and out of the cloudbanks.

Cool vapor caressed Airazor through her feathers. Her keen vision was less of an asset here in these dense clouds, but she didn't miss it. Flying near-blind heightened her other senses, honing her hearing and tactile senses razor-sharp. She could feel the displaced air roil around Terrorsaur and she struck at him, darting in close enough to brush against his wings making him shiver and falter visibly. She wasn't fast enough though, and he caught her arm, swinging her around, against him.

"You always did have two left feet," he mocked her, giving her that smirk that made her want to punch his face in.

Instead she settled for giving him a knee in the stomach, not hard enough to damage, but hard enough to force him release her. She wasn't willing to be caught yet.

"Slag you!" he gave her a murderous look, but she was once again out of his reach and the only thing he could do was pursue.

They danced around each other in an intricate swirl of wings and motion, the steps dictated by nothing save their own sparks. It was an extension of the same dance that occurred between them every time the Maximals and Predacons clashed, only this time there were no weapons, no torn hide or burnt feathers. There were no Maximals or Predacons here; just the clouds and that glorious sky that seemed to stretch on forever.

They followed a familiar pattern; he would lunge and she would evade, flying upwards just out of reach where he would lunge for her again. The pace of the dance picked up as they flew upward in an ever-tightening spiral, twining around each other, bare inches between their bodies. The brush of a wing, the caress of a hand across the abdomen; it was all part of the dance. The spiral tightened as they shot upward through the cloud layers, bringing them closer with each wing beat until finally at the apex of the spiral they were in each others arms.

Airazor laughed, a bright, wild sound, "I knew you couldn't resist me!" she said, and Terrorsaur chuckled breathlessly in response. Then as they broke through the clouds and into the bright sunlight she abruptly cut off her thrusters and at the same time pressed her body to his. The wind howled in their audios as they plummeted downwards, only gravity controlling their flight.  The air was sharply cold yet at the same time cushioning and Airazor kissed Terrorsaur with hungry exhilaration.

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Far below on the ground someone was watching the pair as they danced through the air like metallic birds. His spark almost stopped when he saw the intertwined bodies fall to what looked like certain death. At the last moment they broke apart and ignited their thrusters, each pulling up into level flight. The bright red form was easy to identify as it danced through the clouds, his more drably coloured partner slightly less so.  

Waspinator pouted "Why Terrorbot get all the chickz?" he muttered, kicking a rock in dejection.