Leap to Grasp
By SMYGO4EVA
"You're angry with me, aren't you?"
He should be; he wanted to be.
She did hurt him, with spending months not speaking to him, a long while after Cybertron had been revived, and he wished he could be mad at her.
Arcee was waiting; her optics wide, at the door of his quarters, and Smokescreen's initial speechlessness was still present. There had been a lot of talking on her part, and he hadn't been able to get a single word out of his mouth.
He couldn't, not at all.
Smokescreen wanted to be angry, but he was terrible at it.
"No," he told her, exhaling and reaching for her, pulling her up to him and a small smile became present on his face. The spark in his chassis was almost racing with her in such close distance to him.
"I could never be mad at you."
It felt like he was racing, but it was more of a leap to grasp, at least it would be only for her.
(A/N: Sorry about the long lull there; university has taken over my life, but it's slowing down now, which is good.)