Warp adjusted his arrival coordinates when he teleported back to the suite - instead of heading to the berthroom, he instead targeted the main room of the suite, coordinates right behind his mate's chair if he were sitting at the desk. Even as the purple flare of his warp faded, Warp was leaning forward, arms along the back of Sky's chair, blasters at a threatening angle for the seated mech. He leaned forward and purred in Sky's audial. "It's Thursday, Slagger~ You needed a... demonstration~?"
Sky’s helm lifted from the datapad he’d been toying with when he heard his mate’s warp drive end its sequence, not being able to hide the small smile quirking his lips to know his mate was home or the anticipation that swirled in his tanks. He took in a deep intake of air as felt the threatening aura of his mate’s EMF behind him, the sensation prickling at the nape of his neck that he had weapons drawn on him. A small whine escaped from his throat as Warp’s low purr hit his audial, low and sultry heavy with the promise of sex and something more, the sound rolled through his systems, sharply raising his internal temperature. He couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through his frame and wings, his hands tightening around the datapad, the sound of glass and metal creaking from the stress.
“I-its Thursday, d-dear alternate.” The greeting sounded breathless in Sky’s deep voice, he paused a moment and nervously licked his lips. A surge of lust/need/love came from his side of the bond, arousal and intrigue whispered through his EMF as he dropped the datapad to his desk. He quietly cursed a moment unsure how to answer that question before he decided on honesty, the word coming out in a low hiss. “Yes.”