AN: Ravage's inner dialogue refers to herself as a mech here over a femme. For this series I would have it be literally no difference, because the Allspark makes the babies and so femmes would just be normal mechs. This series will have 'mech' as a gender neutral term, literally just short for "mechanoid" basically. I believe there are some official TF works where mech is used as a gender neutral catch all term for them, as well. Outside of them accepting earth pronouns to make things easier on humans, I don't want the robots to be gendered (at least for this)
Unlike humans, most Cybertronians did not require physical contact. There were those that enjoyed it regardless, and close relationships of any sort tended to share touches and treat it as another form of intimacy, but the majority could go without it just as easily as they could put up with it.
Ravage could go without it easily enough, but physical contact had always been something she enjoyed more than the others. A lot of it had to do with how sensitive her outer metal was compared to most mechs—thousands of sensors giving her feedback at a moment's notice meant any sort of touch lit up various parts of her processor. It kept her occupied, gave her something to focus on besides just thinking.
She'd had enough thinking. Ravage had been doing little else for the last eight vorns, adrift in her little escape pod with virtually nothing to do. And when she'd landed on Earth it hadn't taken her long to figure out that the Allspark was gone, Frenzy was dead, and though there were a few Decepticon signatures she could pick out it wasn't any she thought were worth their share of energon.
Ravage was not a social mech by nature. Those she deemed worth dealing with were few and far in between, and those she deemed worth spending time with numbered even less. She cared about Soundwave and she had come to care about and tolerate Frenzy, Rumble, Buzzsaw, and Laserbeak through exposure. But now she had none of them.
All she had was Miles, who for some reason hadn't attempted to get her to leave. Despite being such a short lived species, humans could be just as stubborn as any mech, and Ravage knew getting Miles to behave in the manner that she wanted would be difficult. But she'd managed to train even Frenzy and Skywarp, so she had no doubt that she could do the same with a simple human.
Ravage gave Miles three days to get used to her presence and then slipped into his room and climbed onto the bed with him. The man remained asleep through the entire thing, so Ravage nudged up underneath an arm and lied down next to him, making herself as comfortable as possible. It wasn't long before Miles was actively hugging her and Ravage was able to get a few hours of recharge like that.
Miles' alarm woke both of them up and when Miles opened his eyes to see Ravage staring him in the face he began to scream. Ravage was feeling nice enough that she decided to let it slide. For now.
Miles closed and locked his bedroom door the next night. Ravage let him think this actually did something and waited until she could hear the sounds of Miles snoring before she picked the lock with one of her claws and let herself in just like the night before. This time Miles was on his stomach and woke up almost as soon as Ravage jumped on the bed.
Ravage quickly climbed over him and flopped down onto his back, squashing any attempts at rising and pushing Miles down into the mattress. Miles did his best to squirm out from under Ravage but quickly gave up when he realized how futile it was.
"This is so not on," Miles' voice was muffled by the pillow his face was squashed into, "If you want to sleep on a bed I have that spare room!"
Ravage ignored Miles' muttering and laid her head on Miles' butt. Miles grumbled a little bit more but Ravage sent herself into recharge so she wouldn't have to hear it.
The very next night, Ravage beat Miles to his bed and just sprawled out on the mattress. Miles opened his bedroom door and paused at the sight of her, letting out a loud sigh. Ravage looked him dead in the eye and waited to see what he would do.
"Is this going to be a thing?" Miles asked.
Ravage got up and very pointedly moved over so there was a Miles sized spot left on the bed.
Miles came over and climbed into bed, "You really are a bossy little fucker. You could have just said you wanted to cuddle."
She bared her teeth at the very suggestion. Ravage did not cuddle! She simply shared space and enjoyed contact; cuddling was far beneath her. While Ravage contemplated biting Miles' thigh for that little remark, Miles made himself comfortable on his back and patted the bed next to him.
"Alright, you big baby, alright. Come here, then."
Ravage came, but only because this would further Miles' training. It wasn't because Miles was very good at finding the right spots to pet on her exterior or anything like that, and it definitely wasn't because she wanted to cuddle.