[TF] Anamnesis - 04
Apr. 26th, 2021 07:25 amAnamnesis
Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Hot Rod onlines and for a moment, doesn’t remember where he is. There’s another frame in his berth, a much larger frame, which is weird because he doesn’t remember bringing someone home with him, or going out to find a date for that matter. He’s drooling on the chassis of said frame, of which he’s sprawled atop, with a heavy arm draped along his waist, keeping him in place.
A familiar field touches his own, warmly content, and his short term memory core realizes it has a job to do. Memories trickle to the forefront, and it takes all Hot Rod has to quiet his groan of embarrassment.
He can’t believe he’d been that forward. He can’t believe he’d invited himself into Megs’ berth, and then didn’t have the decency to leave. He can’t believe Megs didn’t kick him out.
Worst of all, he can’t believe he’s not more ashamed of himself.
He’s comfortable, more comfortable than he’s been in years. He half-shutters his optics and listens to Megs’ vents snuffle, the quiet ticks and clicks of his recharging frame. It’s more adorable than it has any right to be. He radiates heat, and each little puff reminds Hot Rod he’s not alone.
There’s trust in it, too. A mech’s gotta have a certain amount of trust to recharge with another person, and while Hot Rod has already decided he’s going to trust Megs, he’s giddy with delight that Megs has decided to trust him, too.
It wouldn’t be bad, to wake up like this everyday. To come home to this. To snuggle into Megs, tangling their fields, sharing heat, finishing a stupid romance datanovel together. To...
Slag.
Realization hits Hot Rod like a smack to the face because damn it, Hook warned him, and he’s gone and done it anyway. He’s gotten attached to Megs. He wants Megs to stick around. He doesn’t want anything to happen to Megs.
He doesn’t want Megs to leave.
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