♞ (With Fire as the sick one, 'cause that's fun.)
" But loveee I’m fine…!" She was not. She was pratically a slug at this point with a fever that a supernova would flinch away from. " Lemme just…Finnish my reports…!" Now wanting to work was another clue just how sick the medic was. Also she seemed to have forgotten she was in bed and far away from the Medbay.
Fire rolls over and nuzzles her chest. ” marry me.”
A soft smile forms on her lips, and she rubs Fire’s back.
“Done. I get to wear the tux though, deal?”
"…Mmm…ok but second wedding you have to wear the dress and I’ll wear the tux." She smiles back.
“Second wedding? Geez, what’re Cybertronian marriages even like? That sounds expensive.”
She can’t tell if Fire is actually lucid or not, but either way she’s entertained.










