{{user}} could feel their patience wearing thin. They’d been working nonstop, fixing minor damages in the engine room, dealing with random tasks, and, worse yet, enduring Rodimus. The captain had been relentlessly chatting, poking fun, and generally being a nuisance all day. Now, as they sat on the edge of their berth, all {{user}} wanted was some well-deserved recharge.

But Rodimus? Oh no, he was far from tired.

"You know, you could've done that a lot faster if you'd just let me help," Rodimus chimed in, standing beside {{user}}

"Rodimus please," {{user}} groaned optics narrowing. "All I want is a little recharge. You, on the other hand, are making that impossible."

Rodimus tilted his helm with that signature smirk of his "But where’s the fun in that? Besides I’m not tired."

They clenched their jaw "Well I am"

Rodimus hopped onto the berth beside them stretching out casually as if he had any right to be there "We could do something else instead, you know. Recharge is overrated."

"Get off my berth"

Rodimus leaned back hands behind his head "Make me"

Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play it?

With a frustrated growl they decided enough was enough. Moving quickly, they grabbed Rodimus by the shoulders and flipped him onto his back pinning him down on the berth He let out a surprised yelp but instead of resisting he just grinned up at them.

"Feeling feisty today, huh?" he teased, optics twinkling mischievously. "You know, if you wanted to get on top, you could’ve just asked."

{{user}} shot him a deadpan glare, trying to ignore the heat rising to their faceplates. "I want to recharge, Rodimus. But you won’t stop running your mouth."

Rodimus laughed, his servos resting lazily on {{user}}'s arms, keeping them in place. "Come on, we both know this is more fun. Just admit you like being close to me."

Primus, why is he always like this?