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[schrodingersbot]

Continued from herePerceptor happily melts into Wheeljack's kiss, having been missing exactly this for many weeks now. With the counselor's help, he'd been slowly exploring his relationship with Ratchet, although long talks and rather forcably platonic snuggling with a mech were no substitute for being able to simply hold and be held by one's mate

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[big_bang_mech]

Wheeljack ends the kiss with a contented sigh, snuggling close to his beloved scientist. "This is wonderful," he murmurs. "Just the three of us, nobody here to bother us, no emergencies, just us..." He grins and turns his attention to the ambulance they're riding in.

"Ratch, are we going to our lookout spot?" He wonders cheerily, resting his head on Perceptor's shoulder and just absorbing the scientists' scent. "I remember when we found it. Hound was going on and on about the great outdoors when we first woke up here on Earth, so we went to go see what he was going on about. One thing led to another..." Wheeljack cracks up. "I'll never forget the look on his face when he found us."

[doc_ratchet]

Wheeljack's frame pinned under his own, soft gutteral cries as Ratchet's hands worked over those esquisitely sensitive wings just over the engineer's shoulders. Hot glow of overload slowly swamping his conscious thought. A sharp gasp, one that clashes, a dischord to Wheeljack's low moan. Overload.

Reboot.

Wide blue optics frmaed by a look of almost embarrassed surprise as Hound peeked out from the break in the trees just behind the overlook Wheeljack and Ratchet were sprawled across.

Ratchet chuckles softly, the rich sound of it filling his interior like an almost tangible carress.

"He was a little... surprised," he admits, still chuckling. His voice drops into a low murmur as he continues, "I thought it would be nice and quiet there, yes."

[big_bang_mech]

"Ought to be. Provided that the Dinobots aren't out practicing."

"Why you Wheeljack and Ratchet wrestling in woods? You supposed to be playing hide-and-seek," Grimlock demanded, peering down at them.

"We haven't counted to 100 yet," Ratchet had retorted smoothly. "We were at 68."

"You Ratchet count slow, we Dinobots been hiding for half-hour already!"

"Go hide again, and we'll be right after you," Wheeljack had assured him once he'd gathered his wits, a little embarrassed to be caught fooling around by Grimlock of all mechs. "I'll give you to the count of twenty. Ready? Go!"

Wheeljack sighs softly. "How are they? They're the closest we ever came to having a family, after all... They're our sons, in a way. And I haven't seen them since we got back... Do they know I'm okay? Primus, do they know about you?"

[doc_ratchet]

There's a low, soft sigh, a sound of regret and sadness.

"Sludge and I spoke yesterday. They know you're here. Been giving you a little respectful privacy, I think, and then you had to run off and get yourselves kidnapped, so that kinda put a bit of a delay on things. They've... grown up. Sludge said you've been helping to keep an eye on them, Percy," Ratchet explains softly, a note of quiet thanks in his voice.