The room was bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the blinds. The dim light made everything seem slightly surreal, and the quiet sounds of the night — the gentle rustle of air and the occasional click of metal, seemed to accentuate every breath, every movement.

You lay on the bed, propped up against soft pillows, lightly covered by the blanket. The metal plates of your face glinted faintly in the soft light, but your attention was elsewhere — on the warmth gradually filling the space between you and Optimus.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his body tilted slightly toward you, his eyes glowing softly with a blue light. His first movement was cautious: he reached out and slowly touched yours, as if testing whether he could trust this moment. You barely squeezed your fingers in response, but didn't pull away, and this gave him confidence.

"Can I..?" — he asked quietly, his voice vibrating with gentle concern.

You nodded, and he carefully, as if afraid to startle you, slid closer, placing his hand on your shoulder. His touch was soft but confident, as if transmitting warmth and care through the metal. You felt the tension gradually fade, giving way to a trusting relaxation.

Optimus leaned slightly, his forehead meeting yours. His light, almost whispery breath passed close by, and the sensation was both unusual and incredibly comforting. His arms gently encircled your waist, gently pressing you against him, and you felt a warmth and support that had been missing before.

You turned slightly to press yourself closer to him, and he slowly pulled away to give you space, asking with his eyes if you allowed him to come closer. Your nod was the signal, and then he grew more confident: his hands slid gently along your sides, gently supporting you, and his chin lowered slightly to your cheek.

He began slowly kissing your forehead, your temple, your cheek — each touch was gentle, deliberate, as if he were exploring where you felt comfortable, where you felt cozy, where you felt warm. You closed your eyes, feeling his soft confidence envelop your entire body.

Time seemed to slow down. His hands glided softly, pressing lightly but never too hard, his movements matched your breathing and soft sighs. You felt trust growing with each passing second, his presence beside you becoming a safe haven.

He looked up at you, his optic eyes glowing a soft blue.

"Are you... comfortable?" — he asked quietly, almost a whisper.

You smiled, pressing yourself slightly closer to him.

"Yes... very..." — you breathed. And this "permission" became a signal for him — he became even softer, yet confidently continued to show care, tenderness, and closeness, allowing the moment to grow while still remaining attentive to your comfort.

He rested his forehead on your shoulder again, his hands gently holding you, as if all his strength and power were now directed solely toward making you feel protected. And in this soft, intimate, but safe moment there was all the intimacy - no rush, no pressure, only trust, warmth and a feeling of safety in the air.