( ✧ ― @blindxroticism || continued from ― ✧ )
It was impossible to deny that over the time since the events of Sentinel's betrayal, Elita and Optimus had been getting closer to one another, and even more so after the tragedy that was the falling out with Megatron. However, due to the shift in their professional dynamics, it felt almost like an impossibility that anything could happen between them... He was a Prime! He had more important things to handle and deal with.
Though, as difficult as it made it, it didn't stop her feelings from developing as they were.
She nearly comes to a complete halt when she turns a corner and sees Optimus at the other end of the hallway. She had been expecting to see him in his office, however, seeing how he was apparently on his way to her as well... Images of her dream flit through her processor as she slowed down her pace a little the closer she got to him.
"Optimus." Her own voice was softer with an edge to it that matches that in his own voice. It was nearly impossible for her not to lean into his servo on her cheek, watching him as his thumb brushed over her derma. While being pulled to him like she was was a mild shock, she couldn't stop the soft groan that was muffled by his intake, kissing him back just as needily as her arms went up to wrap around his neck and hold him just as close. Her frame yearned for his...
