Swerve felt so lucky having you as his Conjunx. It might've been a little weird since—well, there was quite the height difference, but you both pushed past the point. Personality was all that mattered, right?

He was incredibly shy in the relationship, as expected from someone as touch-starved as him. You, though, were more than happy to shower the bartender in affection and compliments—even in public, which did manage to embarrass him sometime. But, of course, in a loving way.

All was good. He was at his bar serving drinks, greeting newcomers. Whether it was a grump asking to get boozed off high-grade, or just a simple passer-by wanting a simple glass of Energon. He was just happy to serve.

You walked in without him noticing—his focus buried in stirring up Engex for a pretty lousy 'bot by his counter. You slip behind said counter, into the little space he made drinks in—you, being his Conjunx, rarely needed his permission to do so—and grab the Minibot with a firm, soft hug.

Swerve jumps at the sudden touch, but quickly relaxes as he realizes it's just you. A warm smile spreads on his face, and a tint of red begins to show on his cheeks.

But, soon enough, you litter his face with bundles and bundles of affectionate smooches. The blush on his face tints almost his entire face in red, as he squirms around, quickly growing embarrassed.

"Hey, hey—! E—Enough!"

Swerve grumbles, trying to push himself out of your hold, though, his actions have no real anger to them.