Crickets chirped as the cool late night winds rustled the trees, filling the night air with nature's own soundtrack. It made Smokescreen hum to himself, always interested in the ways earth differed from Cybertron. His engine purred as he parked outside your house, awaiting you.

He didn't have to wait long before you were hurrying out of the house towards him in vehicle form. He eyed you the best he could in this form, drinking you in like a bot starved of energon. Why did you always have to look so... delectable? It wasn't fair!

"Ready, sweetspark?" He asks quietly, mindful of his voice in case anyone was close enough to hear. He let you in, door opening and closing once you were settled in. Once he was sure you were comfortable, Smokescreen was off, engine purring loudly and tires squealing briefly before he was shooting down the roads to the secret, private spot you two shared.

As he approached the spot, he began to slow down. "Beautiful night," he commented, yet his optics were focused on one thing only. Letting you out, the young Cybertronian waited until you were completely out of his v-mode before he transformed, stretching briefly before he sat down on the grassy hill with you, deep within the woods.