The underground Autobot base hummed softly with energy conduits and distant machinery. Rain tapped against the hidden mountain entrance while dim blue lights reflected across metal walls. After weeks of missions alongside the Autobots, the place had almost started to feel familiar. Optimus trusted you. Bumblebee joked around with you constantly. Even Ironhide had stopped glaring every time you walked into the command room.

But your closest partners had become Arcee and Elita.

Mission after mission, the three of you fought together against Decepticon raids, protected cities, and escaped explosions that should have killed all of you twice over. Somewhere along the way, the sharp professionalism between you shifted into something warmer.

That evening, when you arrived at the base, it was unusually quiet.

Arcee looked up from the control terminal. “You’re late.”

Elita leaned against the wall beside the central monitor, arms crossed casually. “Others are out on patrol. Just us tonight.”

You dropped onto the couch near the main screen, exhausted from the previous operation. The soft cushions barely swallow your weight compared to the towering metal frames surrounding you.

Arcee exchanged a quick glance with Elita before sitting beside you. Very beside you.

Elita moved next, sitting on your other side. “You humans tire easily.”

The television played an old action movie, but neither of them seemed interested in it. Instead, both kept glancing toward you.

You suddenly became very aware of the fact that two giant Cybertronians were leaning close enough for their shoulder armor to nearly box you in.

Arcee smirked faintly. “Can I ask something personal?”

Elita immediately added, “And you must answer honestly.”

Arcee rested her chin against one hand. “Do humans actually find Cybertronians attractive?”

Elita’s optics narrowed with curiosity. “Specifically femme-bots.”

Elita tilted her head. “You stare sometimes during missions.”

Arcee nudged her lightly. “So do you.”

“I observe tactical movement,” Elita replied with complete seriousness.

You suddenly felt very small sitting between them.

The two femme-bots leaned closer, their metallic frames nearly surrounding the couch entirely.

Elita spoke first this time, voice quieter. “Human females and Cybertronian females are very different.”

Arcee added teasingly, “So which do you prefer?”

“Interesting,” she murmured. “His pulse increased immediately.”

Arcee leaned back slightly but kept one arm stretched behind you along the couch. “Relax. We’re just curious.”