another night at General Medbay
It's been a good couple of days at the Autobot medbay. For a certain definition of good, anyway. Starscream was gone, Ratchet wasn't bonded to him anymore and their lives were beginning to look like they could get back to something normal. The sun was bright outside, there were bids chirping brightly, Lockdown was getting better and she knew
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I might be able to manage a nap... naps are pretty short, and almost non-existent if our world's Ratchet is any example, you know he's claimed to be napping while standing up and doing repairs once before? Ironhide didn't really buy it, and I wouldn't blame him, but since he only had the one leg he couldn't wrestle Ratchet onto a berth like he kept threatening to do, though he kept saying he'd call Trailbreaker to do it but I think 'Breaker is a little too shy to do that. Ironhide could get away with it since they'd known each other a long time but I don't think Trailbreaker would quite know what to do with himself if he was bolting Ratchet down to a berth - might feel kind of weird about it, right?
*A small chuckle works free at the thought of great big Trailbreaker impossibly flustered by pinning the medic down in a somewhat... suggestive manner, with Ironhide overseeing. His attention is drawn away by the door locking behind them, wondering briefly, and aloud, if that was to keep people out or to keep Ratchet in ( ... )
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He starts to answer Bluestreak, but the only sound that issues from his vocalizer is a low moan as the younger mech kisses and nips along his belly. He moves his hands to the edge of the berth, gripping it as he pants, trying to bring in as much cool air as he can into his rapidly heating frame.
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