Hi! I've been wanting to write a tender and fluffy story about these two for a while now. Unfortunately, whenever I tried to write a long fanfic I got stuck and couldn't finish it; so, I chose to write a one-shot.

I imagined it in the Prime-verse because Transformers Prime is my favorite show from the franchise.

WARNING: English isn't my mother language, so there might be some grammar mistakes here.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers franchise, nor its characters. It is a registered trademark of Hasbro.

GOOD MORNING

Elita was barely coming out of recharge, and still had her optics closed, when a weight behind her moved; next to this, she heard a soft groan, and felt a large arm falling protectively around her waist while a kneepad brushed against her legs. The femme smiled, knowing whose limbs those were. Her inner chronometer read nine in the morning; if they were yet at war, this would be considered a completely lack of discipline, for they would've been incredibly late. But that was the thing: they weren't anymore. The war was over, and even though they were yet on Earth, they were living in complete peace. At long last, all of them could resume their boring pre-war lives…

And that included her and her companion, of course.

So, with her optics still closed, pretending to still be in recharge, the femme turned around too; thanks to this, she was now facing her mate, her hands delicately placed on his chest-plates. The low rumble of a chuckle vibrated beneath her servos, right before a pair of lips pressed a gentle kiss against hers. "Scrap", Elita thought with a soft laugh, opening her optics only to end up locking gazes with her bondmate, Optimus Prime. He was smirking, indicating he didn't buy her act, not one second. It made her smirk too and shake her head in slight mockery, before allowing herself to pass her arms around his neck to hug him. His arms tightened around her too.

Without the war, without the Decepticons always knocking at their door, without Megatron, they didn't need to be commanders anymore. They could be, once again, Orion Pax and Ariel, the two Cybertronians who fell in love so long ago… At least when they were like this: in private. When in front of everyone, the mech had yet to live up to the title of Prime, being an example for everyone around him, and keeping his emotions in check most of the time. Fortunately, this didn't forbid him from having a Conjux, reason why he and Elita announced their decision in front of the whole team a couple months ago ―Fowler passed out, but everyone else took the news rather nicely and congratulated them with joyful eyes. Now that they were fully bonded, sharing the same room was only natural ―even though it wasn't at first; considering the four million years they spent away from each other, it took them a few days to become completely used to their new situation.

Letting go from the hug, both mates simply stood there, gazing each other. They felt too lazy to get up just yet; it was nice to simply remain there, pretending they overslept in, for once in their lives.

Soon, Optimus' hand started to caress the femme's back, while she did the same with his jawline; they sparks were pleading to be joined at this point, as it always happens with bonded couples. It didn't take long for them to lean in to kiss.

And they would've, if it wouldn't have been for a loud crash and the noise of something shattering that made them both jolt, sitting up in their berth, and stare at the door in alert, wondering what happened. Then, the explanation came in the form a very well-known yell:

"Bulkhead! I needed that!"

Sighing in relief, seeing it was nothing serious, both leaders turned to look at each other. There was unmistakable disappointment in their optics, since their moment was completely gone by now ―but, then again, they were sharing a base with half dozen Cybertronians; it wasn't that weird either.

In the end, Elita dedicated a smile to her Conjux.

"Another typical morning for us." She laughed.

"It would appear so." The mech agreed, joining her chortles; however, he didn't miss his chance to capture her by the chin and pull the femme into a kiss.

"It's your turn to check on those two, mister." She stated, as they parted.

"I wasn't aware we were taking turns." He chuckled, getting off the berth and stretching his limbs a bit. "I will be back in ten minutes." He added, walking toward the door.

"Great. Could you tell Bulkhead and Ratchet to meet me at the training room later?" The femme asked, making her bondmate turn to look at her quizzically. She grinned with malice. "We don't get many intimate moments together, and they just ruined one…"

Optimus shook his head, softly chuckling, before walk out of the room. Truth be said, he, too, was angry for the interruption… As his mate said, their moments alone tended to be few and short ―with the team and the children roaming around the base all the time, it was to be expected―, so whenever an opportunity arrived, they tried to enjoy it as much as possible.

By the time he stepped into the control room, where Ratchet was yet ranting at a very ashamed Bulkhead, waving around a, now, destroyed piece of equipment, the leader couldn't help but feel pity for his friends. Elita was serious when she told him to send them her way.

That femme trained with him; she was his equal in the battlefield…

She was going to scrap them…

THE END?

I hope you liked to read it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

See ya, some other time!