Megatron - SG

Night fell on the Cybertronian shuttle.

You've had a bit too much of Engex—your head is spinning, your thoughts wandering between the dashboard light and his eyes. Standing next to Megatron, you lean toward him, quietly muttering something almost incomprehensible, but with feeling.

He pauses for a moment, listening to you. His ruby ​​eyes glint softly, reflecting the light from the panel. Then, carefully, very tenderly, he wraps his arms around your waist. Your slight unsteadiness causes him a momentary worry—he doesn't want you to fall, so he holds you firmly but gently.

"Are you tired? Let's sit down..."

His voice is quiet, enveloping, with a slight smile.

Still a little disoriented by Engex, you sit on his lap, facing him. Your legs wrap around his, and he gently takes your weight to support you. The touchpad next to you flickers softly, but the world seems to shrink to just the two of you.

You begin to display your usual tenderness: light touches on his armor, gentle strokes of your palm over the metal, barely feeling the warmth emanating from it. Megatron hums softly—a sound almost like laughter, almost like a quiet agreement. He leans slightly toward you, accepting every gesture and responding to your openness with gentle closeness: his arms encircle your waist, his shoulders and torso press lightly against you, supporting and protecting you.

"You are so... strong... and beautiful... Megatron..."

You whisper into Megatron's face; light touches of your palm to his sensors, his cheek, his armor.

He answers carefully, whispering:

"And you... are my support, even when I'm a little out of my mind..."

You sit like this, close, almost merging in warmth and trust. His hands slide gently around your waist, enveloping you, and your touches become soft but confident—light touches, gentle strokes, quiet compliments, whispers, laughter, and a warmth that only deepens your intimacy.