(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Anwen and my other OC's)

(Authors Note: Hello dearest readers, fellow writers, fangirls, fanboys and TF enthusiasts of every size, shape, gender and color! I hope you all have been continuing to enjoy this story of mine thus far because I'm loving all the positive feedback this story has received so far and I love writing/adding new content for all of you to read and enjoy at your leisure. Now, I wrote this chapter following a series of tragic events that took place a few days prior. I don't want to go into too much detail, but I will say that we had to say goodbye to the last two of our original three family dogs (of twelve years) within a week apart from one another. They're both now on the Rainbow Bridge with their sister, who passed away last year. Personal grief aside, I want to assure you all that I will continue to add onto this story, but if I do not post another chapter as quickly as you all might like, it's because I'm working on other projects or spending time with my Dad, who has taken the loss of our family dogs the hardest as they were his boys. On a separate side note, this chapter will be another feel-good one, seeing as how we could all use something nice. Until next time, stay safe, stay sane, and stay awesome!)

(Warning: this chapter contains nudity and smut. :) Enjoy :D)

"English/French"

'Mental thoughts'

"Flashbacks"

'Sarcasm' (or emphasis)

{Cybertronian}

::Sparkbonds::

:Speaker talk:

::Comm. Link::

*:Phone calls:*

Chapter 30

Upon arriving at the apartment building, Anwen opened the passenger door and adorned her walking crutch and backpack while Sunstreaker grabbed her rollerblades (that she left in his alt form the other day) and escorted her into the lobby. "I see they fixed the elevator," he noted with a slight smirk, to which she blushed up at him.

"Oui...although I think I prefer you carrying me up the stairs as opposed to riding in a metal box."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm. I like it when you hold me in your strong, protective arms," she winked and delicately ran her fingers along his left bicep.

"Well then, I guess I should carry you up the stairs more often," he sensually growled in her ear, making her spine tingle.

"I certainly wouldn't be opposed to the idea, preferably when we don't have all this excess stuff to get in the way. Maybe later you can carry me up to the roof and we can watch the stars."

He smiled down at her before lightly kissing her temple, "It's a date."

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to it already."

"As am I," he winked as they entered the elevator and rode it up to the ninth floor where Anwen's apartment was located.

Once they reached her door, she unlocked it and stepped inside with Sunstreaker following suit, to which he set her blades aside while she closed and locked the door, removed her shoes, set her lanyard/keys on the kitchen counter, and placed her backpack on one of the bar stools before removing her cellphone from its designated pocket.

"Okay, so it'll be a few hours until the stars come out. What would you like to do until then?"

"If it's alright, I was thinking I'd cook you dinner while you relax in a hot bath and soothe that injured ped of yours," he gestured to her left foot while she gave him a smile.

"Oh Sunstreaker, you don't need to cook me anything."

"I know...but I insist," he tenderly cupped her cheek and lightly ran his thumb across her bottom lip, to which she surprised him by encasing her mouth around it and lightly began sucking while maintaining eye contact with him. For his part, Sunstreaker felt his spark race within its casing at her suggestive action, to which she then released his thumb:

"I'll be in the bath if you need me," she replied in a sensual tone. With a wink, she then turned around and slowly sashayed (as best she could with the walking crutch) into the bedroom, leaving him slightly more aroused than he was a moment ago. He hated to see her go, but he loved to watch her leave.

'Naughty femme,' he mentally stated while a fond smirk lined his face as he headed into the kitchen to prepare a suitable meal for his (and Sideswipe's) chosen sparkmate.

Meanwhile, Anwen slipped into her bathroom, closed the door, and braced herself over the sink while she quietly chastised herself, "What the flying fuck was that?! Damn my horniness! Oh mon Dieu (_ my God), what if he comes in here?! But what if he doesn't?! Did I come on too strong..," she took a deep breath and allowed herself to calm down before pushing herself off the vanity counter and approached the bathtub, stopped up the drain, and turned on the faucets.

As the water began to slowly fill the tub, Anwen then poured in some lavender bubble mix which quickly foamed into a delightful mound of suds, to which she removed her walking crutch and stripped out of her clothes before setting them aside to toss into the laundry hamper later.

Pulling her hair up in a large, messy bun, Anwen tested the water temperature and found it to her liking. Once the tub was filled to the ideal level, she turned off the faucets and sat on the edge before carefully sliding herself into the water while being mindful of her injury. Leaning against the back of the tub, she emitted a sigh of contentment and allowed her mind to drift while the hot water relaxed her muscles and soothed her fractured foot.

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Sunstreaker slowly sipped his whiskey as he patiently monitored the organic contents that were cooking in the small skillet. Having offered to prepare Anwen's evening nutrient intake, he wanted to make her something sustainably healthy and filling, yet not overly dense and rich. Who knew humans could have such sensitive intakes? Then again, he too had a sensitive tank when it came to sweet energon and copper candies. He shuddered at the thought of Anwen experiencing any sort of internal discomfort and emitted a sigh as he took another sip of his drink before his Comm. link pinged to life, notifying him that Sideswipe was calling:

::I had a feeling you'd contact me.::

::Aww Sunny, I miss you too. This mission just isn't the same without your grouchy face.::

He narrowed his eyes at that, to which he set his whiskey down and lightly seasoned the skillet contents, ::You're lucky you're off the island right now because I wouldn't mind putting a few dents in your armor at the moment.::

There was a chuckle on Sideswipe's end of the link, to which he then replied, ::Oh come on, Sunny; can't you take a joke?::

::From you? No.::

::You're no fun.::

::Anwen would disagree with you on that.::

::Is she with you now?::

::I'm in her apartment fixing her evening nutrient intake while she's in her washroom taking a bath.:: There was a long pause before Sunstreaker asked, ::You still there, Sideswipe?::

After a moment, he answered, ::Yea, I'm still here. Sorry, my processor just glitched for a moment as I was thinking about Ani being naked in the bath.::

::Don't be a perv.::

::Oh, so you're telling me that you're not having similar thoughts about her right now?::

::..Frag off, Sides,:: he growled, to which his twin emitted another chuckle on his end.

::Love you too, bro. Sideswipe out.:: The Comm. then disconnected, leaving Sunstreaker alone with his thoughts once more.

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A relaxed 'hmm' escaped Anwen's lips as she poured some of the heated water over her shoulders and down her back. She didn't always take baths on account that she spent nearly an hour every workday submerged in water, but when she did, she used them as a form of relaxation and heat therapy. Like now, for instance: while she easily tolerated the pain her fractured foot was producing, the hot water lessened its effects. Sure, she knew eventually she'd have to get out of the tub, but for the time being, she opted to savor the warmth she was currently surrounded by.

*knock, knock, knock*

Snapping to attention, Anwen glanced over at the bathroom door while gathering soap bubbles around her large breasts as a means to hide them. "Entrez (Come in)."

Sunstreaker opened the door and stepped inside the bathroom with a tray in his hands, to which he gave the young ginger a charming smirk, "Enjoying your bath?"

She nodded as her cheeks slightly reddened at her current predicament, "Oui...Merci for inquiring, and merci for fixing dinner. What is it?"

"Multigrain avocado toast with smoked salmon and a creole seasoned sunny-side up egg on top. Also, I added a side of pear slices and a mug of hot apple cider."

A fond smile lined her face as she rested her arms along the side of the tub (while keeping her breasts hidden), "Sunny-side up...Did you choose that particular egg preparation style on purpose?"

"I might have," he winked before kneeling down and setting the tray beside the tub. "But I also figured that it would pair up nicely with the salmon."

She tilted her head and picked up the plate before taking an inquisitive bite of the toast. To say she was surprised by the mixture of delicious flavors was a bit of an understatement: she was blown away. "Oh mon Dieu (_ my God), this is delicious!"

"I'm glad you think so."

"I do. Merci for making this for me."

"It was no trouble," he shrugged as she took another savory bite.

Upon swallowing, she stated, "You know, this sort of dish would pass more for a brunch item rather than dinner."

"Brunch?"

"It's a combination of breakfast and lunch. Of course, I sometimes refer to it as elevenses, which comes after second breakfast and before luncheon," she smirked at her LOTR reference as she set the toast down and took a sip of the apple cider.

Not quite getting the joke, Sunstreaker raised a brow, to which she explained, "I was making a reference to one of my favorite book and movie series: The Lord of the Rings. Maybe when Sideswipe returns, we can have another marathon in your shared quarters and watch them."

"I'd like that," he replied before the ringing sound of her cellphone caught their attention. Picking it up off the sink counter, Sunstreaker glanced at the caller I.D. on the screen and smirked when he saw that it was Sideswipe. Opening her phone, he put it on speaker and held it near her so she could continue to eat her dinner without having to hold her phone. That, and electronics didn't mix well with water.

"Bonjour, Sideswipe."

*:And a fine hello to you too, sweetspark. Are you getting along alright without me?:*

"Ici et là (Here and there); but I still prefer having you nearby rather than halfway across the Earth. It's too quiet without you here."

*:Oh really? Well, maybe when I get back we can find someplace louder to retreat to...or we can just make our own noise.:*

At his innuendo, Anwen's face turned completely red, to which Sunstreaker gave her a fond smirk and answered, "I think you broke her, Sides."

*:Oh, hey Sunny. You heard that I presume?:*

"Mhmm. Maybe save the pillow talk for another time, okay?"

*:We'll see. But that aside: Ani, I just wanted to call and tell you that I love you.:*

Feeling her pulse slightly quicken upon hearing those words, she smiled and replied, "Je t'aime aussi (I love you too)." Sure, she was telling that to Sideswipe, but she was looking directly at Sunstreaker and had meant it for the both of them.

*:I'll call you again tomorrow. Until then, take care of Sunny for me.:*

"Frag you, Sides," the older twin replied with a growl, to which Anwen lightly caressed his cheek and smiled:

"Don't worry; I'll keep him busy until you get back. Stay safe out there."

*:You too. Goodbye, Ani. Bye, Sunny.:*

"Au revoir (Goodbye), Sideswipe.:*

"Later, Sides." He then hung up her phone and placed it back on the sink counter while she politely chewed up another bite of her toast. "He'll be fine."

Anwen swallowed and emitted a sigh, "I know, but can you honestly blame me for worrying?"

"Not really," he shrugged before casually sitting on the floor across from her as she ate the last bite of her toast.

Upon swallowing, Anwen set the plate down on the tray and picked up the mug to take a sip of the cider. "Merci again for making dinner. I really appreciate it."

"Again, it was no trouble at all. I originally thought about fixing you something a bit heartier, but then I saw that you had all these particular items in your fridge and thought it best to use them up."

"Smart," she picked up another pear slice and took a bite. "Sunstreaker?"

"Hm?"

She swallowed and slightly bit her lower lip as her cheeks took on a lovely blush, "Would you mind sketching me again?"

"Not at all. In fact, I'd be happy to do so after your bath if you'd like."

"Oui, that sounds delightful...but...could I make one small request?"

"And what might that be?"

"Could I model for you in the nude?"

Upon hearing her request, Sunstreaker froze for a second before gently placing his hand on her cheek. Yes, he was surprised at her spontaneously bold request, but he needed to be absolutely sure that this was what she wanted. "Are you sure?"

Anwen gave him a consensual nod as a shy smile lined her freckled face, "Oui, I'm sure. I know you, me and Sideswipe are taking this relationship as it comes, which is perfectly fine, but I'm finally ready to show you all of me. However, I'm still not ready for...well...you know…"

"I do," he replied with an understanding nod as he tenderly rubbed his thumb across her cheek. "We'll cross that threshold when you're ready and when we've sparkbonded."

"Merci, Sunstreaker."

"You're welcome, Anwen."

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Once Sunstreaker headed back into the living room, Anwen finished eating her pear slices and drinking her cider before draining the tub and sitting on the edge while she dried herself off with a clean towel from the nearby rack. She then placed the tray of dishes on the (closed) toilet lid and carefully stood up to adorn her walking crutch and floral printed, kimono belted bathrobe. Afterwards, she removed her hair tie and tossed it in the small accessories drawer, picked up the tray and headed out into the kitchen where she spotted Sunstreaker sitting in the living room chair with his eyes closed.

Thinking he was asleep, Anwen quietly set the tray on the counter and silently approached his holoform where as soon as she got within inches of him, he cracked an eye open and gave her a smirk, "You'll have to try harder than that to sneak up on me, sparklight."

"Je croyais que tu dormais (I thought you were asleep)."

He emitted a soft chuckle and stood up, "Not quite recharging, but I was resting my holoform for the moment. I had already retrieved the necessary supplies to sketch you and thought I'd power down for a short rest while you finished your bath."

"That's fair." She then gave him a flirtatious smile and removed her walking crutch to set it aside before disrobing and tossing it onto the chair, leaving herself completely naked before the Autobot frontliner.

Even though he had seen the majority of her body exposed (via bikinis), Sunstreaker was still left in awe at her beauty. Unlike the images he had seen during his and Sideswipe's research on human anatomy, Anwen was completely hairless and smooth around her pubic area. Sure, there were obviously freckles, but that was to be expected. Looking at her breasts, he noticed that she had light brown areolas that matched the color of her facial freckles while her nipples had more of a light pink hue.

Overall, she was a vision of loveliness and perfection. Ironic, considering how much he was disgusted by the human anatomy when he first arrived on Earth. Of course, he still found humans utterly repulsive, but Anwen? No. She was his Venus incarnate. Was that just him being biased? Yes; but he honestly didn't give a flying frag.

"Qu'est-ce que tu penses (What do you think)?"

Sunstreaker looked into her golden amber eyes and gave her a handsome smile, "I think I just offlined and am now standing before a goddess."

A blush spread across her cheeks as she brushed a rogue curl behind her ear, "...Déesse (Goddess)? I don't know about that.."

"It's true. Of course, you didn't need to remove your garments to prove that fact. Regardless, you're a masterpiece in my optics."

"Merci, Sunstreaker. Is it cliche of me to say that I think you and Sideswipe are masterpieces as well?"

"Not at all," he replied with a slight shake of his head before a smug smirk crossed his holoformed lips, "You're just stating a known fact; however, it means more to hear you say it."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes before a smile made its way across her freckled face, "Cheeky mech."

"Divine femme."

Suppressing the urge to kiss him, Anwen blushed and asked, "Sooo, where would you prefer to sketch me?"

"Wherever you think will be the most comfortable for the next hour or so."

"Hmm, the couch it is then. I would have suggested the bed, but that might be a bit too risque at the moment. I mean, I want to look like I'm posing for a semi-sophisticated portrait, not a Playboy magazine."

He smiled and brushed his thumb along her upper cheek, "Worry not sparklight, for I'll ensure that every portrait I make of you is sophisticated and elegant. Whether you're nude or clothed, you are still a lady; and ladies are the embodiment of beauty and grace."

"Oh Sunstreaker, you have such an eloquent way with words."

"Only with you, sparklight." With that, he helped her onto the couch before moving the chair to where he'd have a better view of her divine form.

For her part, Anwen ended up posing like Rose from Titanic, to which she seductively met his gaze and said: "Alright, Sunstreaker: draw me like one of your French girls."

He raised a brow before a small smirk lined his face, "I don't know about any 'French girls', but I'll gladly draw you like this young French-Canadian woman I know."

"Oh? Have I met her before," she playfully asked as he seated himself across from her and took up the sketchbook and art pencil.

"I believe so," he played along as he began the sketch. "She has golden amber eyes that reflect her warm personality. Curly red hair that dances like a wildfire in the wind. And freckles that make up a galaxy of stars along her pale skin."

"Elle a l'air belle (She sounds beautiful)."

"She is," he replied as their eyes met. "She's the most divine being I've ever known."

Anwen felt her cheeks blush at his sincerity, "Well, she's a lucky woman to have found someone as wonderful and handsome as you and that twin brother of yours."

He smiled as he focused on the sketch, "I'd say it's my brother and I who are the lucky ones. After all these vorns, we finally found someone who has accepted both of our differences and flaws, and has shown us some of the beauty of this world, as well as a deeper understanding of love. For this, we are forever grateful to her," he glanced up to see tears forming in her eyes, to which he set the sketchbook and pencil aside before approaching and kneeling beside her where he then tenderly caressed her cheek. "I love you, Anwen Bleu."

"Je t'aime aussi, Sunstreaker (I love you too _)."

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Following their tender moment, they soon returned to their current objective which was the sketch. By the time it was finished, nearly two hours had passed, to which Sunstreaker laid down his pencil, stood up, and presented the finished portrait to her: "What do you think?"

Glancing upon the sketched image of herself, Anwen was left speechless and in awe. Like the previous one, it too resembled a black and white photograph, and every detail was taken into consideration. This included the massive, jagged scars around her upper left thigh and the lack of freckles on them. "It's beautiful, Sunstreaker. Merci."

"Of course. But it pales in comparison to the real thing."

A lovely blush made its way across her cheeks as she sat upright and stretched her limbs after being in one position for nearly the last two hours. "Have I told you how much I admire your charm and honesty?"

"I can think of a few instances," he winked before handing over her walking crutch and helping her to stand as she adorned it.

As she adjusted the straps around her leg, Anwen heard the familiar pelting sound of rain hitting glass, which prompted her to glance over at her kitchen window. Seeing streaks of water lining its outer surface, she emitted a sigh, "There goes our stargazing plans."

Sunstreaker momentarily looked over at the window before facing her once more, "We can always watch the stars another time." He then softly cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb across her smooth, freckled skin, "Personally, I'd much rather spend the rest of the evening gazing into your eyes, for they alone outshine the brightest stars and are twice as beautiful."

At his sincerity, she couldn't help but tearfully smile, "Je vous aime, Sunstreaker (I love you _)."

"And I love you, my sparklight."

(Another Authors Note: Soooo, was this chapter just as sweet as the last one? I hope so because after these last few days, I needed to write something wholesome. Also, I wanted to thank you all for the continued support and the inspiring comments/reviews. I look forward to posting more content in the future, but until I do, keep being awesome!)