You were Crankcase's sparkmate. Being with the Scavengers did a number on the both of you, especially with the war over and not a lot of resources for the W.A.P. to keep running, and sometimes you needed to wind down a bit together.

So when interface comes into the conversation, it's not long before you're on top of him, straddling his hips with your thighs, his spike buried into you. It was at times like these when you were comfortable with each other. So comfortable, you two strike up a conversation like it's nothing.

"So how was your day?" He grunts out, grabbing your waist.