AN: You can play with who these two are yourself. The identities aren't firmly set because sometimes the imagination is better.
I felt the feather light trail of his fingertips over my shoulder gently pull me from my recharge cycle. My optics were fuzzy from the depth of the cycle, but I could make out his. They were fascinated and entranced before they realized he had wakened me. He stilled, hoping I'd fall back asleep, and my processor strongly urged me to do so, but I pushed it back and slid my arm sluggishly around his torso, curling as tightly as I could into him. His small guilt faded away when I hugged closer to him, and he smiled gently and pressed his lips to my chevron.
"Mmm," I mumbled, clear thought processes still out of reach. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him halfway. My helm lay on his chest, where I could hear his warm spark pulsing through the plating. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and took the hand that still rested on his side. He slid his fingers through mine. My legs lay on the berth next to his, and I loosely tangled into them.
The constant urge to fall back into recharge was growing harder to resist, and my optics flickered off. Being nestled warmly into his side wasn't making it any easier to stay awake. The last thing I heard before the darkness overtook me completely was a quiet whisper.
"I love you,"