but— i don’t want you to cut yourself… ( 🥺 ) { besides, her servo is already cut up! it makes more sense for her to do it, considering she knows exactly where that glass is. } ah, yes, i did. i’m okay, honey.

some glass… i don’t know how it got into the backyard— i’m going to clean it all up tomorrow, when i can see. { he’s always so careful with her… it’s unfortunate her ability can’t be used on herself. * 😞 }

{ puffing out her cheeks… revealing her bandaged hand. } i cut myself while i was out… looking for where the noise came from.

perhaps… { she mumbles something about cutting her palm while out there, but is quick to try and shift from that immediately— taking his hand with her own uninjured one. } at least now you’re on summer vacation ～

{ moving to take a seat right beside him, nervously covering her wounded servo up with her other, resting them in her lap. } nothing, my love… i thought i heard something outside earlier, but i suppose it must have been the wind.

{ blink - blonk. why not? traveling closer to try and peek out of the open doors, reaching to pull back one of the curtains. }

{ whineeee. the disinfectant stings like hell, but that means it’s working! now, unless he manages to see the bandages WRAPPED all around her hand, it’s not hiding… it’s just tactfully evading the subject. * 😇 moving up the stairs, headed towards the bedroom. }

{ after a brief second of securing the base! by base, their home, of course. she squats down to search where she believes the sound is coming from, only to slice the palm of her servo on some sharp pieces of glass strewn about. } ow! what the… { GLASSSS? preposterous. she’ll have to clean that…

{ she heard something out here! what if it was an animal that needed help? * 🥺 bless your spark, sunwire. stepping into the middle of yard, wings nervously flittering. }

{ what is she doing outside in the backyard. }

{ oh, you’re in for it now, rotorstorm. moving in to nearly mash their lips together for a passionate moment of affection, her touch rising up to grasp his shoulder in a brief caress. meeeoowww… }

{ eee! he knows her so well, lifting her helm to gaze into those pretty pink peepers of his. wiggling her wings in excitement. } do you really…? ehe, they’re the most gorgeous set of optics i’ve ever seen, my love. ( 💞 )

obsess, hmm? i wouldn’t call it that, necessarily, but… which part of you should i switch to, then? { nibble, nibble, BITE. }

{ gasp! stop your pulling, wrecker, you know what that does to her. little sneak. her kisses start to shift into little nibbles, managing a soft bite to his cabling. } i don’t mind that, really… i like every part of you. even if it’s dangerous.

it’s been such a long year, you deserve the time off. { she’s very relaxed with his touch, only reactive when her wings are grabbed! flutter, flutter… easy now! } mm— that’s not fair… i can’t touch your rotors, but you can touch my wings.

oh, goodness… today is your last week, then… { inching closer— her expression has NOTHING but mischief written all over it, leaning in to smooch at his jawline. } this is wonderful. how exciting ～

{ giggling! continuing to trace, adding little hearts on his glass. } i meant to ask you… when does your summer break officially start, honey?

{ tracing along rotorstorm’s cockpit… }

bacon, okay. your wish is my command. { he’s always so handsy… moving to slide off of the bed, teasingly flicking her wings. off to the kitchen, she goes! }

so terrible of me, darling… { smooch, SMOOCH! don’t pout!! } how about i make you some breakfast to make up for it? what would you like? ( ✨ )

summer break! goodness, how could i forget? { GRABBING ahold of his face to pepper more kisses along his features. so excited. }

darker blue… oh, i think that would be lovely. { nodding, rising up to slide herself off of him. freedom! } after the washroom is finished, we can look at paint samples ～ that sounds so exciting.

{ some BORING color, cream, beige… something like that. } hmm? what? it’s just paint. i’m capable of painting. { she paints her face daily, anyway. smonch. }

yes! after that, of course… truthfully, i could paint it by myself— but i’d like you to choose the colors we use, my love. { smonch! }

{ no, she’s being mischievous. nibbling… } we should repaint the living room sometime. add more color…

{ nibbling. }

{ laying on rotorstorm. }

{ she sure does. trailing her kisses up, finally connecting their lips! let her love on you for a second. }

{ her wings flutter once his visor shifts, leaning in to pepper more kisses along his jaw. } you’re so flexible for me, darling… how shall i thank you? ( 💕 )

yes… always. { gribby GRABBY. } is there anything you needed to do today? before we get, ah, carried away…

{ she giggles, releasing her grip upon him to cuddle up to him in return. the girl just can’t help herself, continuing with her flurry of kisses. } okay, my love…

{ let her break the rulessss. kissing up on his cabling while she fiddles around with them! }

{ playing with rotorstorm’s rotors… }

{ kissies in return! that’s better. * 🥰 }

{ subtly wiggling her wings. } … okay. ( 🥺 )

no you don’t— you yawned in my face… { very sensitive cityspeaker. }

… i want your blanket. { puffff… so pouty. }

{ grrrrr… her growling sounds very pathetic, but she really wants to keep the blanket. * 😣 }

{ she’s got an iron tight grip on the fabric, wings twitching. NUH - UH. hers now. }

{ SLIDING OFF. hmfff. stealing his blankie in the process too, that’s what you get. }

{ puffing out her cheeks. she’s about to slide right OFF. * 😤 }

{ slithering her way atop rotorstorm… }

both…

{ leaning in to whisperrrr, her touch playfully dragging up the glass adorning his chassis. * 😇 }

that was for * you. but i need you… { scooting CLOSER. she’s about to grab on you. }

it is. but if it gets you to stay home with me… { he’s so attractive right now, reaching a servo upwards to lightly shift his visor away. meeeowww… }

can we lie… { she whispers, as if the admin is going to hear them in the safety of their own home, nudging open the blankets to caress his cockpit. }

yes? it’s been awhile since you’ve stayed home! { crawling on top of the blanket burrito. plops down in his lap. }

{ oh, he can be such a gentleman sometimes… * 😍 } i miss you as well… always… you should stay home. { SUNWIRE. }

ah! you scoundrel… don’t get all riled up. ( ☺️ ) { a quieted giggle leaves her lips, servos brushing along his freed arms. you’re not helping him, sunwire. } i’ll be very ecstatic for your return as well…