This was almost some dirty OptXLita just for optimus prime 007, but there was a last minute change of plans. It's called OH GOD THE PUPPY'S PEEING ON THE FLOOR. And, uh, if Phoenix happens to read this and comes after my blood, someone finish NB for me, yeah?
Her exhausted form dropped onto the recharge berth, hydraulics hissing, joints squealing in protest. Her lover slipped into bed beside her with a soft moan, stretching his aching body across the berth.
"Rough day?" she asked him in a whisper, reaching out to softly caress his chestplates. He lent his head back, shuttering his optics.
"You have no idea," he murmured, sighing as she slid closer to him, pressing her form to his. "Come here, Elita…"
"I am here," she replied quietly, closing her mouth over his in a tender kiss. His hand softly stroked her hip as his glossa eased past her lips, massaging hers gently. She drew back, her face hovering close to his, suddenly painfully shy. Her beloved lifted a hand to touch her face, and she looked back up into his optics as he nuzzled his noseplates to hers.
"I love you," he whispered, stroking her cheek. "Elita…"
He drew her closer and kissed her, harder and deeper this time, twisting gently to press her onto her back. "Come here," she whispered against his lips, mimicking the tender words he begged to her nightly.
"I am here, love," he whimpered out, grimacing as she touched a healing wound in his abdomen. "Elita, listen…there's something…I want to talk--"
"Hush," she ordered in a whisper, kissing him hot and hard. "I can't stay here tonight, alright? So take me now if you want to…"
And as Ultra Magnus leaned in to kiss the femme he loved, Optimus Prime opened the door.