Megatron smiled as Arcee held mistletoe above her head. To him, she looked like one of those bad girls with a fake, innocent expression and puppy dog eyes. How could he resist that?
Hesitantly, he lowered himself to where he was sitting with his legs tucked to his side, supported by only one arm while the other reached out for her. When he caressed her cheek, she leaned into it with a passion before he guided her with it back to him.
How he was so gentle for someone so fierce shocked most bots, but she knew he was always this way. He just never had anybody to show what he was truly capable of doing. Nobody to prove to that he wasn't a monster. That alone made him a bit vicious and unlovable.
But Arcee could see past his misdemeanors; she could see everything nobody else could. As she attached the mistletoe to sit on her head crest, she placed both servos to cup the sides of his helm, tilting it downward so he could kiss her with no struggles whatsoever. And as human Christmas tradition went, those in the presence of the white-berried plant must embrace one another either quickly or romantically, depending on the relationship with the person.
Megatron didn't hesitate and captured the motorcycle in his arms, locking her lips with his. Whether someone in the Surveillance Room or Soundwave was watching, he didn't care. What mattered was he had his Christmas present for the year and he wasn't going to rid himself of her in a million stellar cycles.
Mistletoe just made it even more special.