His left hand traveled along the path his optics followed. Stroking the shape of your legs, past your knees, and over the sensitive metal of your thighs. Touching– feeling– he made his way to the curves of your hips.
                          
It sent tingles about your body.
                          
His final stop were the (e/c) your eyes. "I refuse to lose you again (Y/N)," he whispered, orbs trying to focus on yours, but darting lower.
                          
Slowly, his body followed.
                          
"I-I-" his deep voice hummed against your trembling lips, sending a wave of desire through you.
                          
Knockout would indulge you by closing the gap.
                          
He attacked you with passion as hot red as his paint job. His derma moved roughly against your own, releasing all the stress and frustration he held.
                          
"Never again," he growled, then took your lips in his once again.
                          
And again...
                          
And again and again until the only thing that was numb was your intake.
                          
His kisses became more tender and his voice softer. "I love you," he breathed between.
                          
Again...
                          
And again...
                          
And again.


                          
Breakdown
                          
"Alright! Who's ready to celebrate?"
                          
The datapad you were reading was slowly lowered when Breakdown's voice cut through the air. You cocked an optical ridge as the blue mech came walking up to you and Steve holding a box with bottles and cubes.
                          
"Celebrating what...?" the vehicon questioned, making it known that he was just as confused as you were.
                          
"(Y/N)'s recovery; your promotion to a higher rank; my successful missions and, most importantly..." Breakdown smiled softly in your direction. "The three year anniversary of (Y/N) and I meeting."
                          
You scoffed playfully, discarding the d-pad on your chair and walking up to him. "More like the day you kidnapped me and forced me to tell you what human things were for– against my will, might I add."
                          
The soldier's grin became slightly cocky as he placed down the box of high-grade. Steve reached in and took up a pale pink drink while Breakdown offered you an azure beverage he poured into a glass. "It's a good thing I'm a selfish fragger then, otherwise things wouldn't have turned out as great as they did."
                          
You took the glass and raised it. "To you being you, me being me, and Steve being Steve."
                          
"To all of us!"
                          
"Cheers!"
                          
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After two drinks, your vehicon friend had excused himself, claiming that he had promised the others they would hang out. However, his absence did not stop you and Breakdown from each having one more and enjoying each other's company.
                          
"-And then what happened?"
                          
"I threw the whole bowl of soup out over his head."
                          
Breakdown downed the last of his high-grade, smirking. "Was it...?"
                          
"Hot?" Your smile became just as smug as you recalled the day you showed a bully who's boss. "Yup!"
                          
"Dang sweetspark..." The mech scratched the back of his helm, cheeks starting to flush from (what you assumed) the engex in his system. "Just another reminder not to make you mad..."