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“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.