Title: Stickwitchu

Author: Kcx

Prompt: Stickwitchu - Pussycat Dolls

Pairing[s]: Optimus PrimexBumblebee

Rating: T - Minor mech slash; kissing at the end. Don't like, don't read.

Author's Note: One of my little drabble stories that I am going to start writing for Valentine's Day. I'll have around five, with the fifth one being a little "special" one that I want to try out. Reviews and critiques welcomed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor do I own the song I used as muse.

Valentine's Day. Something that Bumblebee had never really got in the first place, however thought that it was in fact a cute holiday, to say the least; a day where one gave their most cherished person chocolate, flowers, or something of the other sorts, and showed their feelings towards said person. It had never really been a too important holiday to him upon arriving on Earth; for the past few years the black and yellow Camaro usually just lugged around Sam and Mikalea because he had nothing better to do than to hang with them, and it helped him get a little more used to Earth customs than he had been. It was apparent that the colors red and pink were popular on Valentine's Day, as were chocolates, flowers - roses especially, which Bumblebee had fell in love with - and other things that were counted as romantic. Nothing special had ever really occurred to him; for the most part he had watched everyone else enjoy their time around base on Valentine's Day, seeing as he didn't have a Valentine's of his own, and simply was used to the fact. Well, until this year, at least.

It had been two months since he and Optimus had, well, hit it off, and to say the least, he was quite enjoying the larger bot's company. And he was sure that he was falling helm over peds for him, as the humans might say, however he tried not to show it; he wasn't sure if the Autobot leader was feeling the same as he was, and didn't want to ruin anything by pushing everything too fast and all. He was sure that he'd be crushed if he ruined their current relationship. He actually quite liked where they were heading; every so often, however on a usual occurrence, the yellow bot would spend the night in the Prime's room, in his berth, and a quite comfortable one at that. Optimus seemed everything but totally sane at the fact that Bumblebee still didn't have a room yet, and had offered for the yellow bot to move into his room, and sleep on a separate berth, at least until he got a room for himself. The Prime's worry seemed pure, Bumblebee didn't doubt that, but he didn't want to intrude on him; he was busy, after all. But the more Optimus poked and prodded at it, the more Bumblebee could refuse. An actual berth and a room seemed like a pretty temping offer; especially when the hanger was still pretty chilly at night. So, after some thought, Bumblebee took Optimus up on that offer. Well, somewhat; he was given the pass code to the room, however was in it less than he used to be.

And why was this relationship so important on this day? Well, for starters, the yellow bot hadn't seen his so called "boyfriend" all day, and was slightly worried, or rather paranoid. Ratchet had told him that Optimus was just fine, and was most likely planning something for Valentine's Day, which in truth had slightly annoyed Bumblebee at the thought. A few weeks ago he had told the larger mech that they probably hadn't been going out long enough to even do something on Valentine's Day, and even then, Bumblebee didn't really feel comfortable receiving any kind gift from the Prime; it wasn't that he didn't want anything, it was merely the fact that he felt bad taking anything from him in the first place. And after not seeing the Prime all day, he was sure that he was planning something. What, well, it beat him; Optimus's processor was a very complex thing, as it soon turned out. He would even be surprised if Soundwave could navigate through it, and if he could, well, he would have to ask for a few pointers.

Sighing and finally giving up on his search, Bumblebee quietly made his way back to his - that was why he had slowly started calling it, since Optimus had let him stay there now - and Optimus's room, shoulders slumped as he tromped - something he didn't know was possible - through the unfinished NEST and Autobot base. He was sure that Jazz was trying to get Prowl to do something for Valentine's Day, so it was pointless trying to get him to hang out, even if he guessed that Prowl would turn his bonded down before finally giving in; no doubt Ironhide would try something on Ratchet, not like the medic wouldn't mind, and he honestly didn't want to walk in on something like that; and of course, he was sure that Wheeljack had something planned for he and Perceptor, so he didn't want to ruin their day, at least not yet. So really, the best he could do was go back to the room; not like he would be needed at the moment, so why bother? At least he would be able to spend time with Optimus later; even though he didn't want Optimus to do anything for him, at least relaxing with him seemed like something to look forward to, right? Or, so he had thought.

When he arrived at the room, Bumblebee quietly keyed in, only having to wait a moment before the door hissed open, Bumblebee slipping quickly through the door in like the sleuth he was, barely giving the door any time to close as he made his way in. At first, everything seemed normal to; nothing out of place, as always. Sure, there was a nice smelling fragrance - something between roses, honey, and various other sweet smelling flowers - but he could only figure that Optimus might spray something like that around the room if he didn't like the smell of it. Well, that, and the bouquet of roses that set in a large vase on the berth side table. Bumblebee instantly had to do a double take; why were those roses there? They weren't there the night before, were they? For a moment, Bumblebee felt a hint of jealousy swell up in his systems; did someone send those to Optimus as a Valentine's Day present? Who was it from? Some sort of secret admirer. Curiosity struck somewhere inside of him, and, after checking around the room, as if expecting someone to suddenly jump out at him, Bumblebee quietly moved to the berth.

The roses were beautiful, he had to admit; they were all a deep red, the same as Optimus's painting, Bumblebee mused. Sitting down on the berth, he gently picked up the vase, trying to make sure that he didn't drop it; even if it was for Optimus from some secret admirer, he didn't want to break it, and would feel bad if he did. The bottom of the base was like a large circle, minus the bottom, which was flat to keep it sitting. It curved in near the middle, and then flared out as it got to the top, having a ruffle-looking top to it. Where it curved in, a deep blue ribbon was wrapped once around it and tied into a nice little bow, making Bumblebee smile. And on that ribbon, there was a note attached to it. Looking around once more, Bumblebee turned the vase a little, and picked the note up off the glass, and quietly began reading.

Dear Bumblebee,

I know you said that you did not want anything for Valentine's Day, and I know your annoyance upon finding this in our room. But I hope you understand that I couldn't go today without getting you anything, and watching everyone else exchange their gifts to their loved ones, and would have felt bad if I hadn't. I am sure that you know how much I care about you, yet I feel the need to tell you more and more everyday, as if now is not enough; and as if any moment I might fade away into oblivion without you knowing my feelings for you.

You are a bright light in everyone's world, I hope you know that; you brought hope to everyone on the Ark the day we found you, and you are so joyful and high spirited that I cannot see anyone who might not like you otherwise. You are good natured, and you are funny and charming. I am… Surprised that I hadn't been able to calm my fretting feelings for you sooner; Ironhide had once said that you are like me in ways that no one could really imagine, however I beg to differ…. You are purer, and perhaps your spark brighter. You could only imagine how much happiness you bring me; how any morning I wake up with you by my side, I feel like I can do anything. I am sure that you are made for something so much more than what you are right now, however I honestly cannot tell what.

You are my whole world right now, 'Bee; something that gives me hope even when it looks as if all is lost. I hope that you'll forgive me for going against your wishes and getting you these flowers; but like I said, I would feel terrible if I hadn't. It just seemed like these roses had caught my optics; like you and your grace had done so long ago. Please never change.

Love, Optimus

So this had been… For him? This wasn't some anonyms gift for Optimus? The most Bumblebee could do was stare at the note, optics wide with disbelief. For a moment he almost felt like crying; did Optimus really mean all of that stuff that he had said about him? No, he couldn't have, he must have been lying, everything he said. Sure, Optimus really cared about him, but he never stated as much as this before, nor did he make him near tears. He could have -

"So you've found my surprise, I see," came a deep and gentle voice, making the yellow bot jump slightly in surprise; his helm instantly shooting up to meet the tender smile of Optimus Prime, who was standing quietly at the closed bedroom door, obviously enthralled by the yellow bot as he had been seated, totally mesmerized by the note. Bumblebee took another moment to simply stare back down at the roses still in his servo. "I was hoping to give it you to myself," stated Optimus as he slowly made his way to the berth, not even making a sound, "but I guessed that you would be here before myself. I was also hoping to get you the second part of your gift, but -"

( Second part of my gift? ) asked Bumblebee in his clicks and twitters, looking up at Optimus with a raised optic ridge; obviously wondering what else he was trying. Optimus merely smiled before sitting next to the smaller mech on the berth.

"Well, I was hoping to get you what humans call a "teddy bear", although Will said that he couldn't get me quicker than a few weeks from now it unless we could prove that it would help us win the war," explained Optimus, "he wouldn't be able to. It was too bad, too; it was one of those ones that look too large for humans -" Optimus twisted his upper half so that he was facing the younger bot and used his servos to show how big it was compared to them, "- but it would have been the right size for you. It was, uh, kind of cute too." Sighing, Optimus dropped his servos and shrugged, however still facing the yellow bot in front of him. "But, Will said that he was lucky to help me get the roses; I'm just glad to see that you like them."

The most Bumblebee could do for the longest moment was simply stare at the older bot in slight disbelief. Tears still threatened to swell out of his optics, and he did his best to hold back a sniffle from the thought of Optimus trying so hard to make him happy like this. He could only stare for the longest time at the Prime, still holding the roses slightly on his lap. After a while of staring, Optimus gave a worried look to him and opened his mouth to speak; however was cut off when Bumblebee used his free servo to gesture for him to stay quiet. Bumblebee swiftly turned to gently place the roses back on the side table and then slowly slide himself backwards onto the berth, Optimus cautiously following him. When the large mech was fully seated on the berth, legs stretched out, Bumblebee instantly crawled into the Prime's lap, curling up into his warm frame as he placed his cheek against the larger chassis. Smiling, Optimus drew him closer, wrapping his arms around him in a warm embrace.

( You didn't have to get me anything, you know ) sighed Bumblebee, a few tears of happiness finally falling over and down his cheeks. ( I asked you not to, but you did anyway. Why? ) Optimus smiled wider, and moved a servo to gently wipe off the Energon tears running down the smaller bot's face.

"Because, even if you never said anything about it, I would have," replied Optimus gently, rubbing the yellow mech's cheek. "Because, yes, I know that I didn't have to get you anything. But I got you those roses because I wanted to. I know material objects usually don't always tell others how much you mean to them, but Primus, I don't think I've been so twisted on words with anyone else before. You're a different kind of bot, you know that, right? And I love that about you, you know that?"

Sniffling, more tears running down his cheeks, Bumblebee looked up to the mech currently looking slightly down at him and smiled; making Optimus's expression soften even more at the sight. Bumblebee was sure that he already had the mech wrapped around his finger, however he couldn't see himself ever misusing that; not with such a kind hearted mech.

( I love you, you know that? ) Bumblebee finally sighed, cuddling further into the large mech's warm chassis; somehow figuring that he wouldn't need a blanket of some sort to sleep with tonight, and instead simply Optimus, he was so warm. Optimus chuckled and leaned down, instantly bumping noses with the younger mech.

"And I love you, also," he replied in such a soft and quiet voice that Bumblebee wasn't sure that he had heard him right. "Forever and always, and don't you forget that."

Within seconds their lips were touching softly; Bumblebee instantly forgetting the world around them as they kissed, as if they were everything at the moment, and nothing could ever tear them apart no matter how hard it tried. And for a moment, Bumblebee could easily believe that; their perfect bliss feeling like an eternity of love.