The world had gone quiet.
No Decepticons. No war. No distractions.
Just him.
And her.
Bumblebee's optics burned into her, unblinking, unshakable. His servos twitched at his sides like he was barely restraining himself, like he was holding back something bigger than both of them.
His frame wasn't tense from battle.
It was tense because of her.
Delphine's pulse pounded.
Because she had said it.
She had finally given in.
"Yours."
The word still hung in the air, settling into the space between them like a chain she had willingly wrapped around herself.
And Bumblebee?
He heard it.
He felt it.
And he wasn't going to let it go.
His engine rumbled, deep and slow, vibrating through the ground beneath her feet. His vents exhaled, and his plating shifted slightly, like his entire frame was adjusting to something new.
Something unchangeable.
Delphine's breath shook. "Say something."
His radio crackled, searching, shifting, before settling on something low, soft, and possessive.
"Finally."
Her stomach flipped.
Because this wasn't a game.
This wasn't just teasing words and stolen moments.
This was real.
And there was no turning back.
She swallowed hard, fingers twitching at her sides. "What now?"
Bumblebee's optics flickered. His plating shifted again, and his frame lowered slightly, leaning into her space.
Close.
Too close.
Then, his voice—low, deep, and completely certain.
"You let me have you."
Her breath hitched.
Heat shot through her, sharp and sudden.
Because she knew what that meant.
What he was really saying.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Bumblebee's servos twitched again, his optics locked onto her like she was the only thing that existed. Like she was already his.
And she was.
She knew it.
He knew it.
So instead of running—
Instead of pretending—
She stepped forward.
Her fingers brushed against his plating, warm metal beneath her fingertips, thrumming with energy, with him.
Bumblebee shuddered.
His optics flashed brighter.
His radio crackled—static-filled, unsteady, but desperate.
"Say it again."
Delphine's stomach twisted.
Because he needed it.
He needed to hear it again, needed her to mean it.
Her breath came faster, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.
Then, softly—
"Yours."
Bumblebee growled.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
Just right.
Like he had been waiting his whole life for this moment.
And now?
He wasn't waiting anymore.