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It was a quiet night, peaceful even. Not many Autobots were still up at this hour so the base laid still. You were sitting in Optimus’ berth room, going over some data pads still requiring attention. It had been a while since you started, maybe a few hours. (Most likely, seeing as it was late.)
As you finish the last of the reports, planning to head off to recharge, you quickly find something else that keeps your attention occupied. You continue quietly working until you hear a small groan coming from the berth. You crane your head to see your partner, Optimus, now awake from his slumber.
He was still half asleep as he looked around, optics landing on you. His head tilted as he looked at you with mild confusion in his gaze, seeing as how you weren’t in the berth with him.
“Sweetspark, dear, why are you still up? It’s so late…” Optimus asked softly before slipping out the berth and making his way over to you, albeit groggy from tiredness. At this point he was close to dragging you off and forcing you into recharge.
“I’m doing some stuff,” you reply back.
“It can be done in the morning,” Optimus murmurs, resting his head in the crook of your neck. His hands press on your waist, closing you in against him.
“Putting it off till tomorrow still means it needs to be done. So why not do it now?”
“Because,” he almost whines, “I want you in the berth with me.”
“I can be in the berth when I’m done.” You turn your head to look back at him. He sighs, pulling back and taking you with him.
“That’s going to take a long time,” Optimus chides.
“It’s only going to—”
He cuts you off before you can do anymore. He lifts you up into his arms and moves away from the desk. “You are going to recharge with me whether you like it or not.”
You groan as he makes his way over to the berth. Then he drops you onto the soft surface before settling down next to you. Reluctantly you settle down as well(more like if you didn’t he’d manhandle you, which wasn’t necessarily a problem but you digress).
“If someone needs those reports tomorrow and they’re not finished, I’m blaming you,” you murmur, cuddling up next to him. He huffs a laugh, resting his servo on you.
“Tell them I’m sorry not sorry for making you recharge. Primus knows Ratchet would be on anyone’s tailpipes for maintenance neglect.” You can’t help but laugh at his very true words. “Now go to sleep before I tattle on you.”