Cascade slowly washed off Soundwave, scrubbing away at some particularly stubborn scuffs. Surprisingly, he didn't look too bad. He must not have been on the streets as much as she imagined, which was a relief and a half.

He sat on the floor under the solvent, moving and leaning forward whenever she nudged him. He actually found himself enjoying the attention, letting himself relax under her care. Honestly, he was going to need a fresh coat of paint after she finished scrubbing.

He reached out and gently touched some scraped paint on her hip. "Cascade; hurt?"

She blinked and looked down at it, frowning slightly. "No, it's probably from work. The DJ keeps the crowd all pumped up so getting through is a bit tough. We should both get some fresh paint, we're definitely looking worse for wear."

He nodded, still rubbing the spot. "Cascade; likes the spa?"

She smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah. You wanna go there? We can take a day off and really relax."

He nodded. "Yes." He leaned forward some, reaching up to cup her cheek and gently rub his finger over her lower lip. "Cascade; uninjured?"

She tilted her head and lightly kissed his digit. "Soundwave, I need you to listen closely. I loved it when you kissed me like that, that was incredibly hot, and I would've loved to continue. I would still love to do it again. When you accidently cut my lip, I promise, I wasn't in any pain. I promise, Soundwave. It was just an accident."

He squeezed her hips and pulled her closer. "Apologies."

She smiled softly as she hugged his neck, lightly rubbing his shoulder. "Wanna know a secret?"

He nodded, rubbing between her wings.

She smiled widely, leaning up to the side of his helm, lowering her voice to a whisper, "I actually liked it when you cut my lip. I like a little pain with my pleasure."

Soundwave felt the very energon in his frame freeze, his optics widening. He opened and closed his intake uselessly, his vocalizer only letting out a small burst of static. His arms fell back to his sides and he leaned back against the wall, staring at her with wide optics.

She lightly bit her lower lip and smiled slightly, glancing down. "I did like it. It was kinda hot. I know you didn't mean to do it, but... well, it really got my charge going."

He could easily see her field, could see how she was being completely honest. A bit of pleasure wove into her field as she squirmed some, looking down and away from him.

He reached out to squeeze her hip. "Cascade... would still like kisses?"

She nodded, glancing up at him. "Of course. Even if you do cut my lip again, I'd really like it."

He nodded slowly, seeing only honesty in her field. "I will... remember that."

She smiled and lightly kissed him. "Good. Let's dry off and get some proper recharge. I'm so fraggin' tired.'

He smiled softly and stood up, easily picking her up. Hooking one arm under her aft, he turned off the solvent to blast the hot air over them. They didn't take long to dry off and her helm thumped against his shoulder when he stepped out, walking over to his berth.

The Cassettes moved aside for him to lay down on his back, holding Cascade on top of him. Soundwave slowly laid back, rubbing her back slowly. Rumble carefully moved, climbing over the pillows to tuck himself against Soundwave's side. Frenzy curled up against his left side, facing away from him.

Ravage stretched out across the pillows, squishing the pillow that Soundwave used. He lowly purred, a deep rumble from his chest. Lazerbeak and Buzzsaw tucked themselves against his hips, their heads resting on his thighs. Ratbat lingered awkwardly to the side and Soundwave reached out for him, keeping his other arm around Cascade's waist.

Ratbat slowly climbed into his servo and Soundwave carefully tucked him against his dock right beside Cascade. Cascade yawned widely and gently hugged Ratbat, resting her head on Soundwave's dock. Ratbut tucked his wings in close, hooking his little claws into the edge of one of her plates.

Soundwave relaxed as they all fell into recharge, their fields a soft bundle of relaxation, happiness, and, most surprisingly, love. He turned off his optics, letting himself relax and basked in the warmth.

No more running away and giving this up. No more leaving this.