-Eh, yeah, but I can still take or leave the lugnut.- He chuckles and lays back on his pillow, his optics blinking with sleepy contentment and feline satisfaction.
Dreadnought snorts and continues to rub his mate's back, then curls around her and snuggles her close as his engine rumbles a deep, gentle song to her.
Gen sighs softly as she powers down her optics; she had been hoping for a little something more in the way of attention (especially after reading such a moving poem), but he seemed content enough to leave things at cuddling, and the sound of his engine was finally lulling her into recharge.
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One hand may or may not be running up and down his side slowly.
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