Sam, after recovering from the fact this mech is taken: So, how long have you been married?
Optimus: I forgot the century, but we're nearing out fourth millennium anniversary
Sam: *internally trying to do the math*
Also, Sam: *gives up after a while*
A silver servo came up to grasp the Prime's, and turned him around to face the looming warlord that had come up behind him. Bringing it up to his faceplates, he pressed a kiss to Optimus' knuckles. "Time loses all meaning when you have found the one whom your spark calls home."
Optimus eyed him wearily. "I have not forgotten about that stunt you pulled." He relished the momentary spark of fear in his conjunx's optics before he reached out with his other servo, cradling Megatron's scarred faceplate before pulling him close. "But I have missed you." He murmured.
Sam glanced at Mikaela, mouthing, 'Do we look?' before Bumblebee placed a servo over them, ushering them to another direction as the conjunxed couple kissed under the setting sun.