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The incessant typing at Optimus’ computer made Elita's spark ache. Her optics glazed over the empty recharge slab beside her before she pushed off of her own. The time was 5 o'clock. The sun had just begun to rise and she was not sure if her Conjunx had ever come to recharge at all.
The pink Autobot ran a hand over her face and rubbed at her heavy lids as she made her way to the hall. The door to their room slid open swiftly, then she was in the long hallway, following the soft clicking of Optimus’ digits. She walked on the tips of her pedes as she passed Arcee's room and treated Bulkhead's room much the same, but snores equivalent to that of a titanium moose-bot told her he was likely not going to wake either way.
Her leader's back was to her when she entered the main room, typing away at the keyboard. Coordinates ran across the monitor, the ones from which Optimus had retrieved the relics yesterday, and he was decoding yet another set. Elita walked to him slowly. If he had known she was there, her Conjunx did not show it, which made her believe that he did not. Optimus finally turned as Elita reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He jumped slightly as he turned, and his optics were wide, but he settled when his optics landed on her.
“Good morning, sweetspark,” he muttered gently to his Conjunx. Elita smiled, though her optic ridges pressed together with concern. Optimus removed his attention from the computer as her hand came to his cheek and he leaned into her loving touch, a sigh following. His hands peeled from the keyboard and came to rest on her hips. Her hands pulled softly at his neck, and he leaned down to press his lips against hers. His hands tightened around her hips only a small bit, but it managed to make her spark beat faster.
“Good morning, Orion,” Elita murmured against him. A chill shot down Optimus’ spine and his spark beat harder in his chassis. How she had still been able to do that after so long was incredible to him. She kissed him again, then pulled back to meet his optics. They were half-lidded and the slightest bit dull, but there was a smile on his lips. “Did you come to bed at all last night?” Elita asked him, running a thumb over his left optic. His optics closed and he leaned into her hand.
He shook his head slightly. “No,” he said. “I have been decoding the coordinates Alpha Trion has given us. I am quite a bit rusty.” He smiled. His Conjunx laughed softly. She trailed her hands down to his chassis and pressed closer to him. He held her there.
“After you finish these,” she stated, “come to bed with me.” Optimus glanced over to the computer, looking at the very old words written on the screen. Only two lines left. He met her gaze again.
“Okay.”