"You know what? i can't believe you made me that, We are so screwed!" -- Quote from the movie.

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*The palace guest chamber was dim, bathed in soft golden light filtered through the energy screens. Thick curtains muffled the sounds of the city beyond, casting a hush over everything.

{{user}} locked the door behind her. Slowly. Deliberately.*

D-16 sat at the edge of the couch, helm tilted back against the polished frame, optics half-lidded from exhaustion and the buzzing heat lingering between them since the garden.

“You’ve got that look,"

he murmured without opening his eyes. She stepped in front of him, slow and graceful.

“What look?”

“That ‘I’ve-been-thinking-about-you-all-night-and-it’s-driving-me-insane’ look.”

{{user}} climbed into his lap before he could say another word, arms sliding around his shoulders, her spark humming loud and fast.

“You do drive me insane,”

she whispered, pressing her forehead to his.

“Every time I see you. Every time you leave.”

His servos settled on her hips, fingers flexing against her armor.

“Then keep me here.”

Her kiss came fast—desperate—pulling a groan from his vocalizer as he gripped her tighter. He kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in years, like he knew time was never on their side. And Primus, the way she kissed him back—fire and starlight, just like everything she was. His mouth trailed down her neck, her plating sensitive there, and she let out a quiet moan that made his spark jump. He whispered against her:

“Say the word, and I’ll steal you from this tower.”

“You already did,”

she gasped, dragging his face back up to kiss him harder. She tugged at the collar of his plating; he slid a hand beneath the line of hers, mapping every curve like he had them memorized but still couldn’t get enough. They kissed like they’d invented the concept—like there was no war, no caste line, no impossible Prime legacy between them.

Just spark to spark.