When Rodimus approached you with the idea, you thought he was playing a prank on you. No shot Rodimus wanted to bed you for a night. Pretty, colorful, racing frame Rodimus? Not to mention he was your captain.

You’d agreed in a sparkbeat, who wouldn’t want a crack at him? There was a rumor, and now you supposed it was true, that Rodimus was making a list of everyone who’d slept with him on the trip. And for good reason, you had no doubt that this list was long now.

Maybe there was shame in being on the list, but it wasn’t often you’d get laid by such a gorgeous mech.

Rodimus arrived on time at the bar (shocking you) and gave you a bright smile as he sat at the bar stool in front of you.

You’d agreed to meet here after all, walking to Rodimus’ hab alone would feel like a walk of shame and you'd rather tongue the barrel of an ion blaster than have Rodimus come to yours.