It's Almost Convincing How Pharma Rouses Beside Him, Trying To Play Off The Fact That He Was Indeed Falling

It's almost convincing how Pharma rouses beside him, trying to play off the fact that he was indeed falling asleep. An amused smile grew on the flightless mech as his optics traced over his Conjunx's motions. Lazy, tired, but stubborn to admit to the obvious as usual. He gave a soft snort at the medic's response, lifting his chin up a bit higher to allow him room to nestle into him.

"Of course," The Decepticon hums, ghostly tracing his fingers up and down the blue back of his partner. He readjusts his position so he can get back to his book with smug fins flicking, "I'm simply checking."

How is my little patito~? Tired?

Hm? Oh that's him,,, The jet unstuffs his face from the shuttle's chest, optics dimly turning back on when he was spoken to— he totally was not sleeping. Since his engine wasn't on his frame itself had to do all the noise work and it started up immediately when Pharma himself did. Those wings lazily flop about whatever surface they laid bent against when he caught golden regard.

After what had to have been the world's longest chitter, he shakes his helm "No," stupid little sounds smother his sentence "I'm fine.."

Next was the longest blink ever, and his face nudges itself right up under Lieutenant’s chin so he could hide and totally not be seen sleeping by the bigger mech. Good luck reading now book worm.

((Pharma-mun knows me too well))

"Why do you even watch this show?" Pharma asks, exasperated, as he lies in his Conjunx's lap with optics on the television playing some medical drama. The only reason the medic hadn't gotten up and left already was because Lieutenant had one of his legs on top of his waist to prop his foot up on the coffee table. If nothing else, Pharma got to enjoy tracing all the freckles all over the thigh and feel the flier tremble at the sensation. Far more entertaining than the garbage that was on the big screen.

Lieutenant idly brushes a finger over the jet's white chevron, finally pealing his optics away from the show to admire the pretty little mech in his lap. "Because it annoys you." He hums, continuously touching the medic's helm. Fingers trailing down the audio receptor, and finding their way under his chin to playfully tickle it and his neck. It earns him a delightful giggly reaction from his Conjunx who gently bats him away.

"You'll make me lose count," Pharma titters, "Unless you want me to start this all over again."

Lieutenant's fins flutter at the thought. As enticing as that sounds, he can still feel the phantom vibrations of the wand Pharma had used on him just days before. He gently took up Pharma's hand to kiss the back of it with his own hand remaining open for the medic to pull away if he chose to. "My apologies, dear~" He gives a couple of more kisses, feeling Pharma begin to mush.

Oh, how easy it was to get control of the medic. Three kisses in and Pharma was already wiggling his wings gayly at the affection. Lieutenant closed his hand on Pharma's in the same moment he snatched up the other hand, making the medic squawk!

"I knew it! I knew it! You scheming Con! I knew you would do this!" He tried squirming away but Lieutenant put his propped-up leg down to squeeze the medic between his thighs. He wasn’t going anywhere now. Besides, the Decepticon can never pass up making the Autobot into a mess by just giving attention to his hands.

@trustme-imamedic >3c

Valentine's Day smooches for his most beloved brontosaurus husband 💕 @unknownsoldiers

“You feel warm.” Lieutenant comments, as his hand strokes his Conjunx’s cheek. The medic, in his usual perch of his partner’s lap, snuggles up closer to soak up the attention. 

“I could be warmer,” he teases, with wings flicking for emphasis. 

While cute, the shuttle’s expression keeps stoic instead of reciprocating the flirting. His hand moves up to the forehelm, only to press his lips further. Pharma caught on quickly to what was already on Lieutenant’s mind. He tugged his hand away on his own, to shake his head. 

“It’s nothing out of the ordinary,” explains the medic, taking on his usual lecture tone. “Some days are warmer than others, but it is nothing to be concerned with.”

“Perhaps,” Lieutenant nods, “however, for my ease, would you mind running an internal diagnostic to be certain?”

Pharma sits up right, stretching his back as he does with a soft groan. “If it will put your mind at ease, but,” he taps the shuttle’s chest, “we will make it a learning opportunity. I run the internals, you see what you can determine from external sources. May as well put some of my lessons to work.”

The fins go slightly up as Lieutenant has been put on the spot a bit. His optics do a quick once over of his Conjunx, rapidly running through the past lessons the surgeon has taught him. Granted, they tended to focus on a lot of the inside of mech’s rather than the exterior, so it was rather a necessity to brush up on whatever he did know.

With a bit of a sigh, he put his hands on his Conjunx’s shoulders, “Mind opening your mouth for me? I can start the investigation there before working my way down.”

Pharma cheekily grinned, holding back a laugh, which only made Lieutenant’s stoic facade crack with a snort, “Pharma, please! This is supposed to be serious.” Lieutenant insisted, which only made the medic laugh. 

“That’s your fault!” Countered the jets, “You said it that way on purpose.”

“Well apologies if my bedside manner is a bit rough—“

“—I like it that way—“

Lieutenant burst into snorted laughter, trying desperately to keep it together while covering Pharma’s face, “Not like that!”

“I wish it was,” The medic sighed wistfully, now only doing this to mess with his Conjunx. This was likely why they never completed these types of lessons. The Decepticon was next to useless, trying to gather himself. 

“You’re such an aft,,” he giggles, “now open your mouth.”

“Yes, Daddy~”

Lieutenant sputtered, shoving the nearest throw pillow in his ‘patient’s’ face. Suffice to say, there was no medical lesson that day.

When a species lives for so long, there is no need to keep track of when someone’s birthday is. In fact, most tend to forget after a few centuries. It is a trivial thing to remember over time.

However, it is a date Lieutenant did put a note in. It wasn’t for any reason he intended to tell others, it was just a milestone for himself. An accomplishment.

That alone is a blessing not bestowed upon everyone. War has made him appreciate such small hurdles in his lifespan that he dares not take them for granted. He made it through another year. His eyes fix on the next, although what he does to fill that time gap has yet to be determined.