Creating common memories with me
"You don't need to remember Cybertron anyways," she says peremptorily, her back to him as she looks out across the moonlit desert.
"No," he agrees as he joins her, his paw warm on her shoulder. She casts him a curious glance. "Any remembrances of that world would be dull and gloomy without your presence, beloved. The memories we create here, in this time, are worth a thousand of those I might have had in any life before you."
The smile she flashes him is as quick – and as bright – as the brilliant meteors streaking across the night-dark sky above them.
A/N: 100 words; written for the prompt 'creating common memories with me'.