My first Transformers fic (In fact is just a little drabble), made while I was watching the second movie on my class (Thanks for my teacher, which leaved the school, and being RotF the only movie aviable to see without his folder). It's my first work in English so let me know any mistake on the text, please. I will search for a beta for a future fic of Bee and Sam, so this is just the beginning!
Our relationship looks nothing but a normal relationship between a young man and his car for the rest of the people. Just you and me know what our relationship really is.
You never look mad when I touch you. Even when you are the big boy, you always let me drive the situation.
I never feel afraid of telling you my secrets, and you never have problems with telling me anything I want to know about you.
If I hang out, you are always here to protect me. Also you can make sure I won't do anything wrong.
I know you will never be able to be with someone else, and you know that I don't want anyone but you.
If I'm mad, you always listen to me and forgive me if I screw up. If I fall asleep, you return to home with me, and turn on the heating if I have cold. If I fell sad, you always hear me and conforts me with a proper phrase of your radio. If I feel alone, I just have to go to the garage to have a great time with you.
When I let you drive, it always surprise me all the amazing places you send us.
You make boring things like washing a car a completely funny —and erotic— experience, or complex things like checking your engines a proof of trust, when I learn more things of your structure.
Speed turn on both. Every time I can, I go faster to make you and me happy.
If someone wants hurt me, it will deal with you first.
You know that my favorite place date is on a cannyon with a star-filled sky, and with me relaxed in your chest. And I know your favorite date place is a empty road in the desert, with me pushing you to the maximun speed.
I don't have to deal with parents when you and me go out, except when I decide to pass the night inside you. But it totally worths the nags of my parents.
You sweared protect me everytime, I promise be with you all the time, and we both promised each other to never break that code.
With all this at your favour, how not to love you? You are my soulmate, and I am your sparkmate.
I love you, Bee.
How was that? I hope you like this. Let me a review with your opinion and/or a constructive critic (No flames). Thanks!