#tidewave

"'Wave?" He stopped just by be entrance, emerald optics searching for the firebot that invited. "I'm here like ye asked."

“In here, Tide!”

Heatwave was in one of the smaller training rooms, stacking extra mats against the wall. He turned and smiled as High Tide entered.

“Well, look at you…” He wrapped his arms around his sparkmate’s waist and tugged him closer.

4 verses:

“I know you grey things aren’t great with numbers, but how do you frag up counting to…. one?”

1 verse:

“What are you talking about? I was the sire!”

Other verses:

I wonder if Tide could actually break our berth fragging me…

How long would Crimson let me tease him before he’s bending me over the nearest flat surface and going to town….

Next time the firebot heads to the firehouse's quarters, he'll find a basket with some handmade energon treats carefully draped over a checkered red and gold cloth with a letter.

Happy Mother's Day sweetspark! I'm currently hunting someone in particular, so I didn't have time to make anything more unique aside from your favorite snacks. Hope you enjoyed them!

— HT

Having finally managed to pull himself together and push himself off the nursery floor, Heatwave found the basket High Tide had left for him and gratefully bit into one of the treats.

He could imagine exactly who his husband was hunting for and it made a particularly savage part of his spark hum with pleasure.

"There ye go..." Flicking the thick fabric with his arms, he draped it over the firemech and made sure it was comfortable enough. "Ye stay here and rest as much as ye need. I can take care of Pearl and yer datapads as well."

Heatwave laughed quietly and cuddled closer.

Heatwave took High Tide’s servos in his and twined their digits.