Hey everyone! Merry Christmas Eve!
This story is short and mushy, but don't hate!
The Transformers don't belong to me... But, Vertoblade does.
Bumblebee had never felt so at peace in his life. Here he was, sitting next to the giant window in the new Autobot base, watching the glistening snow fall with his spark mate. Vertoblade had arrived to Earth about a human year ago, and the two had instantly bonded. Somehow, the scout's boisterous yet calm personality meshed with the swords expert's playful yet shy self. The two were almost inseparable; the key word being almost. Bumblebee still had to occasionally drive Sam or Mikaela to their desired destinations. He was Sam's car, after all. Vertoblade still felt a little awkward around humans due to her bashfulness, so she usually shied away from them. She did, however, take a liking to Mikaela. The two could chat for hours about every possible girly thing they could think of, while Bumblebee and Sam watched, wondering how two beings could talk for so long.
Vertoblade nuzzled closer into Bumblebee's chest plating, slightly purring with pleasure as his spark warmed her face. The yellow mech wrapped his arm around the femme's petite body, caressing the small of her back. She slipped one of her delicate hands underneath his armor and started to gently trace the casing of his spark with her finger. Bumblebee rumbled in delight, snuggling closer to his spark mate.
"Hey, Bee. Hey, 'Blade. Merry-"
"Bee, are you… purring?" asked Sam, amused. The two Autobots shot up and looked behind them. Mikaela glowered at her boyfriend and jabbed him in his ribs with her elbow. Sam pouted as he rubbed his side.
"As I was saying, merry Christmas, you guys," she said with a sincere smile. Sam looked up and grumbled, "Yeah. Merry Christmas."
Bumblebee chuckled at the peeved teen. "Merry Christmas to you, too."
Vertoblade looked down upon the humans and smiled. "Hello, Mikaela. Hello, Samuel. Merry Christmas," she greeted. The two teenagers looked at each other and smirked. Sam stepped forward, revealing the box he was holding behind his back. It was wrapped in silver paper, and topped with a white bow.
"Here," said Sam, "We got this for both of you."
Bumblebee reached down and delicately picked up the gift, being careful not to crush it with his fingers. The duo ran away, snickering, as soon as the present left Sam's hands.
"Um… Thank you?" voiced Vertoblade, unsure of why the teens dashed away in such a hurry. Bumblebee shook his head, wondering the same thing. He handed the package to Vertoblade, eyes shining brightly.
"Would you do the honors?"
Vertoblade took the box and beamed. "Gladly."
She swiftly unwrapped the box, sticking the bow onto Bumblebee's helm in the process. The mech chortled and removed the bow, placing it on the swordsman's nose. She giggled and flicked it off. Vertoblade knitted her brow ridges as she lifted a small leafy plant with white berries to her face. "What is this?" she asked, genuinely perplexed. Bumblebee tenderly fondled Vertoblade's hand. "It's called mistletoe," he murmured.
Before she could confirm what 'mistletoe' was, Bumblebee pulled her into a compassionate kiss. At first, the femme's optics widened with bewilderment, but she soon relaxed and closed them, shutting out the world so it was just her and Bee.
Sam and Mikaela watched the couple from the rec-room door, pleased with themselves. "One down," started Sam. "Three to go," finished Mikaela. Sam Gazed at his girlfriend. "So, who's next? Optimus and Elita, Ironhide and Chromia, or Ratchet and Moonracer?" he questioned. Mikaela thought for a moment before replying.
"Let's see… Ratchet will most likely throw a wrench or whatever tool is closest to him at us, Optimus might bring out his Energon sword, and Ironhide…"
Both adolescents cringed at the thought of angering Ironhide.
"I say Optimus," suggested Mikaela. Sam nodded approvingly, and the twosome set out to search the base for the Autobot leader.
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