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You'd been surprised when he'd shown up to your station unannounced, spooking both you and a small group of vehicons who hadn't heard him come in. He'd stalked up to you, soft clicks calling for your attention, extending one of two long servos when you'd turned around.
Quickly recovering from your mild spook, you'd given him a curious look, stepping up and taking the hand he offered. Without giving any sort of explanation, he'd turned and started walking with you in his grasp, giving you very little time to bark out clipped orders to the vehicons in your post as he strode forward out of the room.
Your question, 'Where are we going?' had went unanswered. He'd only squeezed your hand when you’d asked, head tilting towards you in acknowledgement for only a fleeting moment as he continued to rush you down countless corridors, leading you ever deeper into the ship and past any of your original guesses (Bridge, Habsuite, That closest you'd cuddled in that one time).
By the end of your journey, you found yourself in the very belly of the Nemesis- the loading bay. Your curiosity didn't abate as you glanced around, head on a swivel as you took in your wide-open surroundings. Stacks upon unorganized stacks of energon cubes lined the walls, soft rays of dayglo-blue washing the room in a mix of shades as the glow of energon mingled with the deep purple cast from the dim overhead lighting. He led you further into the bay, guiding you towards the center of the room. Turning towards you then, taking both your hands in his and stepping closer.
You cocked your head to the side, a confused smile gracing your lips, still puzzled but enjoying where this was going so far.
A crackle of static came over the PA before a slow, smooth tune came over the speakers. You spared a glance towards the source of the noise, smile widening as you turned back to meet Soundwave's visor. Oh, heck yeah. Some quality time with your beloved was overdue, just what the medibot ordered.
You stepped into his space, closing the distance and meeting his chest. Servos slipped from yours as he opted to seize your waist, leaving you to wrap yours around his broad shoulders. He took the first step, leading you in slow dance. The music hummed and keened, electric tones crafting a weeping techno-orchestra, cybertronian buzz drowning out the vibrating thrum of the ship's engines. Together you toured the room, step by coordinated step, you circled and pulled each other in sway. Your face an inch away from his visor, staring lovingly into where you knew for a fact his eyes were under that dark mask. You couldn't see his face, but you sure could feel the affection in his field; making a point to push up against yours in tidal waves of pure electromagnetic love.
Full of a fuzzy-feely sort of fervor, you were quick to lose focus, and your footing.
Tripping up on your own legs, you stumbled, losing grip on his shoulders and falling out of his gentle hold. Before you could come clattering to the ground in a heap of metal ruckus, lengthy cables shot from his abdomen, wrapping around your waist and leaving you to hang in dramatic arch. He leaned down into your space, cables unwrapping as he wound his arms around to retake their original position. He lightly bonked the space between your optics with one of the extended cables before retracing them into his torso, your already wide smile pulling taut as you looked up at him, barely restrained mirth seeping freely into your field.
A spill of giggles escaped you as he dramatically twirled you onto your feet, throwing your weight as he held you by the wrist. You struck a pose, poorly mirroring the stance of some dancer you'd observed in one of your previous pokes at human-media. He tugged you back in and twirled you around.
It was chaos from there on, the same classical tones becoming mere background noise to movements that now contrasted it rather than flowed with it. Sappy romantics forgotten, you danced loose with Soundwave; jaunty moves pulled from the cards at random. You still pulled at and patted each other (ever the touch-starved pair), circling and stepping around the other in mock competition, your wild giggles accompanying the buzzing shake of his shoulders as he indulged you. You both looked ridiculous. You both felt great. The mutual delight absolutely dripping from your fields in sync and the close proximity brought about a strong feedback loop of joyous emotions that had you feeling utterly dizzy.
He swung you into him, nuzzling his helm into your neck with no shy show of affection. Privacy brought out the cuddle-bugs in both of you. Laughing breathlessly into his audial, you tried to settle yourself, wrapping your servos around the back of his head and crackling flustered static from your vocalizer.
Your optics shuttered closed, and you rested your helm on his, pointedly avoiding being jabbed by his pointy bits. Reveling in each other's presence, standing in rest spark to spark with your conjux. His spark thrumming and calling to yours as yours did his, separated only by layers of plating and protoform. A calm settled over you both, pure blissful peace reverberating from metal to metal. The soft orchestra almost seemed fitting once more, sappy as it was. After some soft cuddle-worn moments, you felt Soundwave move under you, his visor cresting back up into view. He tapped the top of his mask to your forehelm, looking into your eyes. You smiled a lazy little smile at him, lidded optics staring into him with clear love and affection.
His hands found yours again, digits weaving between digits.
Abruptly, the music kicked up into something brash and upbeat. You had less than seconds to register this change before he just as abruptly took a jumping step backwards and pulled you with him back towards the center of the expansive room-- summoning a surprised swell of laughter to spill from you as you were thrown into wild dance once more.
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