The dim glow of Bee’s hab-suite cast soft shadows along the walls, the only sound in the quiet space being the slow, rhythmic hum of his spark. Sideswipe lay pressed against him, his frame nestled perfectly against Bee’s, their limbs tangled in a quiet intimacy neither wanted to break.

Bee’s servos traced idle patterns along Sideswipe’s plating, memorizing every ridge and seam, as if grounding himself in the moment. In the safety of these walls, they weren’t warriors or leaders. They were just them.

Sideswipe shifted slightly, his hands running along Bee’s sides in slow, soothing motions, his vents hitching when Bee leaned in just a little closer.

“Bee… what if we get caught?” Sideswipe murmured, optics half-lidded as uncertainty flickered through his voice. The team—

Bee silenced him before he could finish, pressing his forehead against Sideswipe’s, his voice soft yet unwavering.

“I don’t care what they say,” Bee whispered, optics glowing with quiet determination. “I love you, and I know you love me too. That’s all that matters.”

A shiver ran down Sideswipe’s frame as Bee’s words settled deep in his spark. There was no hesitation in them—no doubt. Just love.

A slow, tender smile crossed Sideswipe’s face before he let out a soft sigh, his arms wrapping more securely around Bee.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.”

And as Bee nuzzled into him, their sparks pulsing in quiet harmony, the rest of the world faded away.