Somehow you had managed to find alone time with Optimus. You had both snuck off base, it was late enough that the only thing providing visuals was the dim street lights. Your hands lightly roam his steering wheel, taking in his ridges. Your hands were trailing him but overall he was the one in control as he drives. It was going well until he let out a soft sigh. His smooth driving stuttering for a moment. “Someones’ getting handsy..” his rough voice suddenly cuts through the radio.