So...the Sniper and the Samurai of the team were your sparkmates. After many years of knowing each other (since cybetron, millions of years) on Earth, that's when it happened. Although both mechs had been making romantic comments toward you for quite some time. (The samurai, Drift, compliments or poems in Japanese, and the sniper, Crosshairs, well, normal flirting in Cybetron.)

In the junkyard, you were sitting on a pile of rusty cars, Prime, Bumblebee, Hound and the human, Cade Yeager, had gone out to try to see if there were other Autobots which were being hunted, Next to you, in a mini-ship, was Crosshairs sitting with arms crossed in his chassis, watching you with your sword, and on the other side, nearby, was Drift, meditating.

Crosshairs,clearly bored because his sparkmates weren't doing much, got off the mini ship, only to approach you and Drift, and stand between you both, and he lightly surrounded your waist with an arm, and brought you closer to his metallic body, while he put his other arm around Drift's shoulder pad.