Hot Rod plans a date with (Y/N) at a bar on Cybertron, knowing she's been wanting to go to Cybertron. Unfortunately, his heat cycle started. He manages to hide, and there two have a great night that continues on Earth when Hot Rod can no longer hide his heat cycle. (Y/N) goes along with what he's doing as she loves Hot Rod. The two get an unexpected surprise, but in the end, it's what they both have wanted...just maybe not this soon.
Warning: sexual content

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
Being friends with the Autobots has been interesting. Aliens who are a lot like humans. I'd love to see their home planet. A trip to Cybertron sounds better than laying on the couch, bored. I don't know why I feel uncomfortable asking any of the bots to take me. It's not like they can't; I've watched them use the space bridge.

Hot Rod walks into the house from the Autobot-sized door and sits on the stone cube seat for an Autobot.
"It's Friday; why are you laying on the couch?" Hot Rod asks.
"There's nothing to do," I complain.
"You want to come with me to a party?" He asks, "it's on Cybertron."
"You had me at 'it's on Cuberton,'" I smile and go get ready.

Hot Rod wasn't expecting me to put on a nice dress, but I think he likes what I picked.
I'm excited to see Hot Rod's home planet but nervous to go through the space bridge. It's hard to explain how this feels.

"I'm taking you to a bar called Macaddams," Hot Rod tells me, but I'm just in awe over how beautiful the city looks. For the most part, this looks like New York City, though maybe a few hundred years in the future, like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Fast Forward shows the city.

I sit on Hot Rod's shoulder as he walks into the building. Some bots are using their holoform. I see how being on Earth has influenced them as they've made Earth food.
Huh, no Earth-style kitchen, so how did they cook the food?
"Hot Rod, everything is set," a bot calls out.
"Thank you, Bumblebee," Hot Rod replies and follows Bumblebee into another room. This is not a private dining room, but a room modeled after an Earth restaurant and nightclub put in the sane building — yet the restaurant section is quiet.
"Soundproof glass," Bumblebee explains.
"Wait here," Hot Rod says after setting me down.

As I look forward around the room more, I realize there's one table set a particular way.
"Don't ask me," Bumblebee smiles.
What are you planning, Hot Rod?

Hot Rod's P.O.V.
This is half 'meet my friends and have fun with us' night and half admitting my feelings for (Y/N). Why of all days did my heat cycle have to start? Along with the pain, my damn spike is showing in my holoform. My mind is thinking about fragging (Y/N), but this would be our first date, and I can't frag her on the first date.
"Well, Hot Rod, hopefully, she won't look below your chest," I tell myself, looking in the mirror at how fucked up my area looks.

"Trust me, close your eyes," I hear Bumblebee say on cue as I walk towards the table. So embarrassing he knows about my problem.
Bee leaves the room as I sit at the table.
"Ok, you can look."
(Y/N) is surprised at what she's looking at. She knows what a holoform is, but I wanted to wait until a day like this to show her nine. Maybe this is giving away my confession, but it's fine.
"You've been hiding this sexy holoform," she sulks.
Bumblebee's holoform comes with our dinner before leaving.

After dinner, I ask (Y/N) if she wants to dance. It's been entertaining watching bots— both in bipedal mode and using their holoform — dancing. I know I'm risking embarrassing myself, but I can't let my damn heat ruin the night.
"Want to dance?" I ask.
(Y/N) lets me lead her to the dance floor. No surprise Jazz is the DJ. I've learned the common slow dance Earth couples do. I try to stay relaxed while dancing with (Y/N), hoping she or no one else notices my problem.

"My turn to surprise you," (Y/N) whispers.
I don't have a chance to say a thing; (Y/N) pulls me in for a kiss.
I completely forget we're in the middle of the dance floor until I hear Autobots cheering.
I think both our faces are red.

Two hours of fun later, I'm ready to take (Y/N) home.

I continue to use my holoform as I wake (Y/N) to the front door, but I kiss her before opening the door. My mind says this confirms we're other, now frag (Y/N), and my damn heat makes it hard to ignore this likely poor choice. I carry (Y/N) to her room and sit on the bed with her on my lap before we continue kissing., but this turns into a makeout session. I'm about to remove her clothes when (Y/D) does the same thing. Before I know it, we're both nude, but she doesn't see my spike has been ready. She resumes the makeout season for a while.
"I'm sorry," I tell her.
"for what-?" She starts as I push her on the bed. She sees my spike now, "oh."

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I didn't think we'd be doing it tonight, but seeing he's ready makes me want to do it. Something is off, though. Hot Rod is trying to be slow, but he's fighting the urge to get right to it. I wince in pain as he goes in.
"It's ok; it'll pass," he says, "I love you."
The pain fades quickly, and Hot Rod moves slowly. A squeal escapes my mouth, and Hot Rod smiles. My moans add to his reason to smile.
"Faster," I beg once I feel adjusted.
He does as I ask, and I'm bouncing on the bed as we're both moaning. He keeps going for a while, and I feel myself getting water. Then Hot Rod leans down to kiss me. This passionate kiss is amazing. Hot Rod pulls out and lays next to me. I think we're both shocked at the night we had. We lay in bed and cuddle until we fall asleep. I completely ignore health class's lesson how it only takes one time until...

One week later

I should have gotten my period, but think nothing of it since I'm only a day later...until I start throwing up.
"Are you ok?" Hot Rod asks.
"I'm fine," I assure him.
"But you're throwing up."
Before I can say anything else, Hot Rod is carrying me through the space bridge.

"Ratchet, I need you to make sure (Y/N) is ok," he tells the CMO.
"I'm fine; all I did was throw up once," I argue.
Ratchet activates his holoform and does an exam.
"She's right," Ratchet confirms, "Now, I know your doctor on Earth would ask, have you had your period this month?"
Wow, I can't believe how much Ratchet knows about the human body. I tell him no, and he actually takes out a pregnancy test; what the fuck?!
I do as he asks, and after a ten-minute wait, we find out I'm pregnant. It's not planned, but I have dreamed about getting together with Hot Rod and having a family - though I told myself it'll never happen. Apparently, Hot Rod had the same dream as he's crying over this news. Now, is he a guy to pass out during childbirth or not? How excited will he be until then? And protective? Oh, this will be fun. A life with the Autobot I've fallen for and a baby.