This just in.... Xenny can’t write flirting dialog or flirt IRL to save her life.

But at least my handwriting is legible. Also testing out the new Copic gasenfude brush pen I bought last week! (A Copic marker with actual bristles instead of a nib. It’s kind of hard to control)

4. Kiss6. To chill7. To cuddle9. A good laugh11. A hug12. Be my bitch

47. “No one needs to know.”

Deadlock purred louder when the golden fingers brushed against his finial, his red optics slipping closed. He tightened his embrace around the other mech, enjoying the warmth and the lazy pulse of Rodimus’ field against his own. A yawn stretched his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs and Rodimus couldn’t take his gaze off of them.

Both mechs knew this was risky. They both knew they shouldn’t be seeing each other. Shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t…

“You’re thinking again”, Rodimus said, his voice breaking the dark mech’s train of thoughts.

“Am I not allowed?” Deadlock murmured, nuzzling the warm neck.

To that, the orange mech said nothing but instead, he pressed a lingering kiss on Deadlock’s dark gray crown.

“No one needs to know, if that’s what’s you’re thinking”, he finally said, his hand never ceasing on petting the finial, “This’ll be our little secret.”

Deadlock couldn’t wrap his mind around it how every time they met, Rodimus made him feel better. The young mech made him forget his problems, gave him a reason to smile.

I... I honestly don’t know.

4. “Do you…Well…I mean..I could give you a massage?”

Wing looked like he wanted to ask something but kept his mouth shut. He wrung his fingers and his wings shivered. This annoyed Deadlock.

“All right, spit it out already. I see you want to ask something”, the grounder growled.

The white mech blushed, his audio flares glowing white in infrared vision. He swallowed hard. He blushed harder.

“Since uhm… since you’ve been on a bad mood lately…” he began but trailed off and turned his gaze away.

“What. Is. It?!” Deadlock snapped, loosing his patience, “Just say it!”

Wing sighed, his wings drooping. Well, here comes nothing…

“Do you… Well… I mean… I could give you a massage”, he stuttered and his gaze flicked to Deadlock’s panel and back up to his face very quickly.

The bi-colored mech’s optics flew wide and bright as realization dawned on him and now it was his turn to blush, his finials pointing straight up, “Uhm…”

The jet shook his head, “You don’t have to say yes. I just… suggested if you’d want some stress relief.” Mortified, he started walking away but as he was going past Deadlock, the grounder stopped him by pushing him back with his hand on Wing’s chest.

The flare of Deadlock’s field, embarrassment/heat/shyness/desire, hit Wing’s like Axe’s right hook right in the face and the bi-colored mech avoided optic contact, allowing his field speak for him. Wing moved slowly and cupped Deadlock’s face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together.

“Only if you want to”, he whispered, rubbing the dark cheeks with his thumbs.

Gorgeous!!!

You know certain characters from a certain series would totally do this