It was unusually quiet.

Too quiet for a base where footsteps, conversations, and system signals were usually constantly heard. But today — a rarity, almost a mirage — a day off. A real one. No worries, no orders, no training.

You lay together on your shared platform in the center of the room — soft, wide, covered in a thin energy-fabric covering that glowed faintly beneath your bodies.

Your legs were draped over his, his massive arm slung across your back, hugging you as if if he let go, the world would begin to crumble again.

You was practically lying on his chest, feeling the quiet vibrations of his working spark generator — low, calm, slow. A rhythm felt not by the ears...

But by the body.

Ultra Magnus held you closer than usual, his hand sliding down your back — carefully, slowly, as if he were afraid to disturb the fragility of the moment.

He simply lay there, looking down at you. His optics were brighter than usual — not the disciplinary light of a commander... but soft, warm, as if he himself had become a quietly burning flame.

You lay on top of him — warm, calm, radiant in your softness. If emotions had color, you would be a gentle light. And he — a deep, sustained fire.

And then, looking at you so closely, he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours. His voice lowered, almost a whisper:

"You know... when you become lighter, I become brighter. When you're soft... I become stronger. And when you're close, I... want to touch you slowly."

His fingers slid along the line of your neck, tracing the metal so smoothly it was almost like a kiss.

You felt a shudder — light, sweet, like a pulse through your sensors.

He continued, even more quietly.

"And sometimes... I look at your neck plate and think... I want to touch it with my lips. Slowly. Long. Until you start breathing faster."

You saw: he wasn't joking. Not a bit.

His free arm tightened around you, pulling you closer. Your bodies touched more tightly — warm metal on metal, almost one.

And he whispered again, so close to your ear that the vibration of his voice traveled through your body:

"Can I?"

His lips barely touched the edge of your neck. Carefully. Almost untouched. But that one movement sent a hot pulse through your sensors.