"It depends on what we might, ah, be repeating of course..."

He trailed off, freezing above above her, hand still stuck knuckle-deep in her open leg joint. He had the momentary, irrational urge to jerk his hand away. Optimus could feel the heat coming off her from those usually hidden, priming systems.

Optics wide, his couldn't decide if it was her tempting valve or...impressive spike he should focus on first.


"...oh."

Give him a minute. He might need a reboot.