Warp wrapped his arms around Sky's waist, leaning up against his mate's warm frame. "Have I said in a while that I love you? That I need you, more than anything and everything else? You're my center, my foundation, my everything. Mine. And I'm yours, all yours. When you need something, anything... I wanna give it to you." His grip tightened. "What do you need?"
"... I think I'm jealous. I-if there was competition, which there isn't. My hands are on your frame, my attention sticks to you, you're the one I want. You'd talk to them. N-not to me." Sky made a small sound at the back of his throat. He rolled his optics, at his own frustration with himself as he wrapped his own arms around Warp, as he buried his face in Warp’s neck. "N-not a real scenario here, I-I know that. Frag, i-it took me so fragging long to word t-that I wanted in this formation with ya I-I can't even imagine being out of it. I-I’d never do that to you, Warp, I’ve had it done to me a-and I’d just wouldn’t.”
