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Chromia knew herself well enough not to deny she found Windblade absolutely stunning. It was hardly a shameful confession to make, after all, considering that any bot with optics would probably come to the same conclusion. From her brilliant colors to her graceful proportions and a face so beautiful Solus Prime herself would have stopped to appreciate it, the Cityspeaker was a bright light in her often rough and dark life. But it was hardly just her appearance that was captivating. Windblade was intelligent, sweet, brave, caring, and a million other things Chromia marveled at every day.
And at that particular moment, she was also very tipsy.
Knowing they had a few days all to themselves had inspired Windblade to suggest a night just for the two of them, free of restrictions. That had meant ordering drinks far stronger than she normally preferred, apparently, and insisting she was more than capable of handling the highest grade the bar had to offer. Chromia had partaken as well, of course. But she'd long since learned that the amount it took to actually intoxicate her was beyond what most bots could consume without needing emergency medical care. So here she was, barely buzzed, with a Cityspeaker who was more giggly and bubbly than she'd ever seen her.
"I think we should get another round!" Windblade declared after finishing her last drink, a glittering purple mix that left a few errant sparkles on her smiling lips. A voice deep in Chromias processor idly wondered what it would be like to kiss away the glitter, and she punched it down with a vengeance to return to the moment. Willing to play along while her friend was still only having fun, Chromia ordered the next batch, knowing that she'd stop everything as soon as it appeared she'd had too much. For now, Windblade giggled as she got her next cup. Chromia tried to ignore how adorable the blush was on her cheeks, or how intoxicating it was just to watch her smile so freely. Tonight was about fun, not her inability to keep her feelings in check.
"Ohhh, this is so good. Chromia, you should try some!" Windblade offered, pushing her cup of sparkling purple mix over to her that she thought was called a Galaxy's Edge. Wanting to desperately ignore how they'd be sharing the same straw, she took a sip, and was immediately greeted by a rush of sweetness. How like Windblade, to go for something so syrupy and already be showing signs of overcharge. Primus, she was an adorable lightweight.
"Sweet, but I prefer my hard stuff. Really keeps you awake." She said, taking a drink of the much more subtly colored green mix. It was supposedly the kind of stuff dinobots enjoyed, but three cups was barely making a dent.
"Too bitter. I don't know how you keep drinking it!" Windblade replied, sticking her glossa out and making a face. Determined to make a point, Chromia took another gulp, loving the way the burn hit her sensory nodes with a blast of wakefulness.
"I like the kick."
"This is fun! I wish we could do this more often... I like hanging out together." Windblade replied with another burst of giggling, making Chromia give the smallest blush of her own. Hearing her talk like that made her spark grow warm from something other than the tingle of high grade.
"Windblade, we see each other every day." She replied, forcing down all the feelings she refused to let control her every day. Her track record for keeping herself neutral, for allowing nothing between them other than proffesional friendship, was not going to be ruined by a little drunken playing.
"But that's all work. I like just getting to be together. No weapons, no fighting, no business talk... just us." Windblade countered, leaning over the table with her cheek in her palm. Using her other hand, she tapped their digits together, and Chromia almost felt a spark at the connection. Fighting the urge to snap her hand back, she tried to redirect, refusing to let the high grade in her system misinterpret the situation.
"Of course. You're my best friend." She offered, uncertain of what to do with her hand. There was a very big part of her that wanted so badly to push it forward and intertwine their fingers, just so she could feel the delicate mesh more fully against her own. Windblade saved her from herself by pulling both her hands back and laying her cheeks in the palms, squishing up her adorable smile.
"And you're mine! I love that you're blue... it's my favorite color!" She said, beaming in absolute pride at the revelation. Chromia felt her processor go blank at the compliment.
"Thanks...?" She finally managed after a moment, grabbing her drink for a particularly big gulp to shock herself back to reality. As the burn hit her receptors, she found herself, and replied smoothly. "If it's your favorite, why are you red?"
Windblade narrowed her optics in thought, tracing a circle over the rim of her glass as she mulled over the apparently impossible question. Clearly she was more intoxicated than Chromia thought, and this would have to be their last round. Finally, Windblade found her answer. "No... red is my favorite for me, but blue is my favorite for you! Because you're blue! And you look so pretty with it!"
At the word pretty being addressed to her from Windblade, Chromia came to a number of very important conclusions. First was that they were both clearly far too drunk. Second was that they needed to leave now, lest Windblade say something else that would damage her crumbling hold on the emotions she'd managed to keep in check for so long. Third was that she would never bring this up again.
"I'm going to get us something at the bar." She rushed, chugging down the last bit of her drink for some courage. Windblade nodded and waved, clearly far beyond tipsy. Chromia would get her home, convince her to sleep, then keep watch on the couch after taking an ice cold shower and thinking very pure thoughts. No doubt her friend would remember nothing, and they'd be able to move on and everything would go back to normal.
"I need two cleansers and the bill." She said to the barkeep in a bit of a rush. While the establishment was fancier than Blurrs and notably more expensive, it was at least within walking distance from Windblade's apartment, so she wouldn't have to worry about her drink friend getting an FWI.
"Calling it a night?" The femme, whose name she had yet to learn, asked as she polished a glass. While the place was on the fancier side, at least it wasn't snooty, and she only sighed as she transferred the shanix.
"You could say that."
Two bite sized glowing blue cubes were handed over, and she took them with a thanks. Cleansers were a must have for avoiding the worst of a hangover the next day, and she always took one, even if she doubted there'd be repercussions for not doing so. Poor Windblade, however, was likely to have a processor splitting ache regardless. At least this would help. Returning to the table, she found her friend stirring her straw around an empty glass, optics already going fuzzy in a tell tale sign of overcharge. Primus, this poor femme had been hit fast.
"Hey, you!" She said unexpectedly at the sight of her, hiccuping after the exclamation and throwing an embarrassed hand over her mouth. Blindsided by the outburst, Chromia stopped and looked around, finding the bar to be clear for a good distance around her.
"Me? Windblade I-"
"I have a secret that I just have to tell somebot... And we have to do it before Chromia gets back!" Windblade whispered, beckoning her in close as her drunken smile returned. Chromia took a knee beside her, worried now that Windblade was even more far gone than she'd thought. Clearly she couldn't even see straight. Before she could clarify that she was, in fact, Chromia, the Cityspeaker continued. "She never leaves me alone for long, always says it's her job... I know that! She has to keep me safe because I'm Citykeeper and she'll be in big trouble if anything ever happens to me... But I like to pretend she's so big on keeping me safe because she looooooves me!"
Chromia almost purged everything she'd had to drink on the spot, feeling sick from what she'd just heard. Windblade had to be out of it. Or maybe she had to be out of it. Perhaps the drinks she'd had were bad, and she was currently on the floor with hallucinations as a medical team prepared to cart her away. That actually sounded preferable to this impossible reality. Desperate to do damage control, she opened her mouth to cut in, only for Windblade to cut her off.
"I just... I have to tell somebot... I have the biggest crush on her!"
Chromia was certain now she wasn't in reality. The Windblade she knew would never say those words, the words she'd longed for so desperately on so many nights yet knew she was an idiot for wanting. Windblade was beautiful, she could have her pick of any bot on any planet she desired, and Chromia hated that she was foolish enough to dream it would be her. It was also a dereliction of her duty in her optics. The lack of any official rules forbidding such a relationship didn't matter, she knew how feelings stopped a bot from acting rationally. She couldn't afford to be distracted by her own foolish spark, or tempted by the ramblings of a femme who clearly had no idea what she was saying.
"Windblade, you really shouldn't-" She held out a hand to lift her off the chair, but Windblade only closed her optics, biting her lip and playing with her helm ornamentation in a way that was almost flirty.
"She's so big and strong and pretty... And she's always so funny, even when she says she's not. And she's been there with me through everything! I always get so happy when she hugs me, and I want... I want to kiss her!"
Chromia felt like her world was collapsing in on itself. There was no denying what she'd just heard, and no interpreting it as meaning anything but exactly what it sounded like. Windblade had called her pretty, said she was funny, and expressed a desire to kiss her. How could this be real? Some part of her wanted to cry from relief, to take her hands into her own and confess that she felt the same, that she'd felt the same for a long time and now they could have their feelings in the open. But she was no fool. Windblade was intoxicated enough that she had no idea what she was saying, and it would all be forgotten in the morning. She had a duty to her friends safety, and she'd be damned if she let feelings get in the way of judgement.
"Okay, Windblade, you've had enough. Back to your apartment." She instructed, firmly but gently taking hold of the femmes hand. Windblade pouted, huffing before letting out another hiccup.
"Aw, you sound just like Chromia."
Chromia closed her optics, frustrated both at the absurdity of the situation and how hard it was to stay proffesional. "I am Chromia." Windblade looked at her with narrow optics, swaying a little in her chair from intense concentration before she hiccuped in delighted realization.
"Oh, Chromia, you're back! Where did that other bot go...?" She said, fading off to look around. Crushing down everything storming inside of her, Chromia focused purely on her current mission; getting her overly drunk friend back to her apartment and away from alcohol. Holding out the cleanser, she spoke with as much authority and as little emotion as possible.
"It doesn't matter. We're leaving. Here, take this."
Windblade took the cleanser obediently and popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully before inspiration lit up her optics and she swallowed.
"Are we going back to my place? You can spend the night! It'll be like a sleepover!" She said, making Chromia wonder if Primus was possessing her to say the most torturously tempting things she could. How many times had she imagined snuggling the smaller femme through the cold nights?
"Windblade, I stay at your apartment to keep you safe. We do it all the time." She replied, shutting down the possibility and helping the other femme to her feet. Windblade tipped forward like a falling tree, leaning their fronts together and looking up at the other femme with lidded optics. It took everything for Chromia to fight losing herself in the deep blue depths.
"I knooowww... But this time could be fun! You could share my berth with me..." Windblade purred, laying her chin against her chest and splaying her hands against the broader femmes front. A smile of delirious happiness pulled on her traitorous lips before she shook her helm and pointed to the door, hating her weakness and determined to get out before her traitorous, fluttering spark could make her do something she'd regret. Windblade was intoxicated, she told herself. It didn't matter if she was being honest. Nothing would happen while she was unable to consent, and nothing would come of this by the time she was aware. That was final.
"We're leaving." She ordered, allowing the smaller femme to pout and pull away. Barely stepping away from the table, the heel of her thruster wobbled and she threatened to fall, her hands catching on a chair to keep her up.
"Woopsie! When did this floor get so tilted?" She exclaimed, giggling a little at her wobbliness. Chromia held out her hands to help, now certain Windblade was beyond getting home without considerable assistance.
"I think you need-"
Windblade huffed and put her hands on her hips, turning to strut out the door with a look of offense. "I can walk! I only had three drinks!"
"Windblade, just let me help." She offered, staying just behind her friend as she made a shaky but slightly more steady walk to the door. Glaring at any bot who dared let their optics linger, she guided the jet out onto the street, pondering the best way to get her back without her ending up face down on the sidewalk. Windblade only let out another hiccup and kept going, heedless to the curb as she pushed away the helpful hands.
"I've got it! I could fly if I wanted toooaaahh!"
Chromia was there as she pitched over the edge of the sidewalk, her arms catching and rearranging her bridal style before she could fall and crash into the ground. Not at all disturbed by her near brush with the road, Windblade only laughed at the rush, giggling as her tinier form settled into the much bigger femmes arms. "You caught me!"
"I caught you." Chromia sighed, a little panicked from the incident. Quickly deciding she didn't want to be diving to catch every few minutes, she started walking, able to ignore the intimacy of their setup so long as it was for business. "And we'll be walking all night if I let you try to go it alone. We're going like this."
Windblade didn't complain about the help this time. Smiling to herself, she settled in as if she were on a comfortable mattress, swinging her legs in contentment. Chromia would have found it adorable, if it didn't put her in such a precarious spot. They were able to walk in silence for a short while, with her sharp optics keeping a look out for any other bots taking a late night walk. The Cityspeaker being carried back to her apartment bridal style by her guard would potentially result in some very interesting tabloids. She became so focused on her task that she actually jumped when Windblade cuddled her helm against her chest and spoke.
"Oh, I must be dreaming! This never happens when I'm awake!" She said happily, laying a hand above Chromia's spark as the taller femme blurted out a reply in her astonishment.
"You dream about this?"
It was stupid of her to entertain it. But she wanted so badly to know, to believe that Windblade felt the same way about her, that she couldn't help asking.
"You know! You're dream Chromia, you're there all the time!" Windblade teased, giving her a playful poke. "You carry me everywhere, just so I can feel safe in your arms. They're so warm and strong..."
"Where do I carry you?" Chromia asked, letting herself live her own dream just a little bit longer. This would all be gone by morning, and a bot could only handle so much temptation. All she wanted was to know. Of course she'd never bring it up again, Windblade would be free to go on without knowing she'd drunkenly said a number of probably half true flirts, and she could keep this as a little placeholder when her spark desired more than the friendship she had to live with.
"Usually just around... But sometimes... sometimes you take me to my berth..." She said, nuzzling her helm into the blue expanse of armor beside her. Vents hitching, Chromia struggled to process the information. To her berth. That wasn't idle flirting. That was, well, what Chromia allowed herself to think about on nights she was feeling particularly weak. But it couldn't be that way.
"Of course. So you can recharge." She croaked in reply, desperate to believe the innocent version of things. If Windblade was truly saying what she thought she was, then it could change everything. It could also be terribly dangerous, and threaten everything about the current standing of their relationship. She couldn't let that happen. It would be too dangerous, too distracting, and she didn't dare allow herself the luxury of having any goal other than her charges safety.
"Noooo... you get in with me..." Windblade teased in a whisper, giving her a tiny slap and a giggle like a naughty sparkling saying a bad word.
"I wouldn't-" Chromia tried to say, spark sending out a tingle she felt all the way down in the deepest pits of her belly. Windblade changed her tone suddenly, losing her smile but deepening her blush as she spoke like a bot baring their spark.
"And we... we do all the things I want to do with the real Chromia." She said, wringing her hands together and looking down at the ground as it passed by beneath them. Chromia almost felt herself going into stasis as she spoke. "You kiss me, and touch me, and... do other things I've never had any other bot do..."
She had to stop walking at that, but Windblade didn't seem to notice. Chromia felt her world spinning for so many reasons. Windblade was a virgin? A virgin who wanted her to touch her as she'd always wished she could? How could this be real? Miracles happened to bots who deserved them, not femmes who had made as many terrible mistakes as she had. There was a dotting of warm wetness against her front, and she looked down to see a few tears sliding down the others cheeks and splashing on her chest. "I wish real Chromia wasn't just my friend... I want to be with her so much, but I don't think she feels the same way... It hurts sometimes."
Chromia tried to ignore the tight knot in her chest that coiled at the words. This was real, even with alchohol to fuel it. Windblade wanted to be with her so much the thought that her feelings weren't reciprocated was making her cry, and was unknowingly confessing it all to her face. Windblade wanted her back, and likely had for some time, and she'd been so determined to suppress her own feelings she hadn't noticed. The thought was agony. She'd been hurting her dearest friend by trying to protect her, and now she didn't really know what to do. Love was a distraction, but if denying it hurt the one she cared about most, was living safely really worth it?
"What if she did?" She asked quietly, looking down at the curled femme in her arms just as they passed beneath a streetlight.
Windblade looked at up her with the same wide, beautiful optics that tore her spark apart every day, the tears she'd been shedding glistening on the edges as she wiped them away and her blush intensified.
"I'd want her to... snuggle me in my berth." She replied, voice halting with the uncertainty of inexperience as she was interrupted by a few hiccups. "I'd want her to kiss me like I've seen bots do in vids, and touch me like I've always imagined. I'd want those big, strong arms to hold me and push me into the pillows as she shows me how real bots inter-interf-face... And tell me she loves me too."
Chromia felt a happiness swell inside of her like she'd never known, but her reflexes quickly made an effort to quell it as she babbled out another question.
"Wouldn't it be dangerous? I'm-she's your guard. If she were more than that, she'd be distracted, you could be in danger..." She said, certain that the reasoning would make Windblade double back as it had made her. Windblade certainly wanted to be safe, after all, no doubt more than she wanted her...
"I don't care about that, my whole life is dangerous. If I can have just a little bit of happiness with her, it's worth everything. I don't care if she's my guard and the rules say we shouldn't be together, I want to be with her." She replied easily as if answering where she wanted to get dinner. Chromia felt her vents hitch again at the answer, a great dam cracking open inside of her to spill forth a flood of relief and happiness she didn't know she had enough room to carry. The femme she'd loved and denied herself anything more than friendship with wanted to be with her despite the risks and all the stupid reservations she'd been hiding behind. Had she ever even really cared about the proffesionalism? Or we she just so afraid her feelings wouldn't be rerurned that she'd held it like a shield before her spark?
"Maybe it... it could happen..." She whispered, a shaky smile pulling on her lips.
"Why are you crying?" Windblade asked, looking up at her with wide, concerned optics. Chromia felt a few stray tears slip down her cheeks, but for once in her life, didn't care about the show of weakness.
"Just... just silly dream things..." She replied, laughing a little despite herself. How could she be so consistently bad at handling her emotions? It truly was silly, if a little infuriating. The explanation seemed to work, as Windblade smiled and reached up to wipe away some of the wetness with her thumb.
"You're always so weird. Real Chromia never cries. I wish she'd let me just be closer, even if she doesn't want to kiss me back."
"I think she might. When you're a little less tipsy." Chromia assured, wondering exactly how she'd approach this with a sober Windblade. The hangover would likely be the first of her worries in the morning, then if her nerves kept their steel, she'd bring up this little conversation and see if any of it remained in her memories. Primus, she hoped it would.
"You always make me feel better." Windblade sighed, getting more comfortable in her arms and looking like she was fit to fall into recharge. The timing couldn't have been better. Entering the apartment complex after her biometric scan was recognized, Chromia went for the elevator, thankful she was entirely alone as she pinged the top floor and stepped inside. Windblade only sighed in her arms as they ascended in the quiet hum, and she couldn't help but smile at the sweet sight. Ideally she'd rest until morning, and by then she'd have a few things ready to help with the inevitable hangover.
The halls were quiet as they approached the penthouse, and when they finally arrived at the door, it took considerable effort for Chromia to scan her hand and open the door without jostling the precious bundle in her arms. When it finally wooshed open, she slipped inside, not needing to turn on the lights thanks to her familiarity. Going straight for the berthroom, she moved as lightly as a femme her size could go. The sheets and pillows Windblade slept with were all in order, making it easy for her to lay the now apparently powered down femme in the middle. Windblade only sighed as she settled into the plush with a smile. Hardly daring to vent, she pulled the blanket over the femme as much as she could, relieved when Windblade curled up and pulled it around herself automatically. She was already turning to leave when an insistent hand grabbed her wrist.
"Where are you going? This is the best part..." Windblade purred, pulling her closer to the berth. In a flash, Chromia remembered everything she'd been told the dream version of her typically did at this point. Her spark fluttered in terrified exhilaration. The very thought of crawling into the berth beside her and just holding her, let alone kissing her or showing her just how to enjoy herself, almost made her go into stasis on the spot. But she'd never do anything while another bot couldn't consent, no matter how great the temptation.
"We're not doing anything while you're drunk. Ask me in the morning." She said, pulling the blanket back over the femme as she tried to get her in the berth. Frowning, Windblade pouted at the news, but didn't look particularly up to arguing.
"But you're a dream, remember? You'll be gone in the morning." She said, and Chromia had to fight back a laugh. Giving the other femmes hand a squeeze, she fought the urge to lean down and kiss her forehelm as she'd fantasized so many times. Just projecting the image of calm disinterest was proving a challenge. Being so close to Windblade in her berth and knowing she wanted her in it, that she'd dreamed of them being together there, was creating heat in all the right places.
"Why don't you sleep in then? You've got a free day, remember?" She encouraged, mask holding despite her desperate wanting. Windblade wiped her optics and gave another hiccup followed shortly by a yawn, oblivious to how much she was wanted.
"Only because I'm tired..." She conceded, laying her helm on the pillow and closing her optics. The impossible adorableness hit Chromia right in the spark. This beautiful, perfect, brilliant, amazing femme liked her, possibly loved her, and she couldn't believe her luck. She was willing to face everything with her, even with all of her mistakes. Stepping backwards to the door, she whispered into the dark, no longer certain if she was asleep or not.
"I'll still be here, okay? Call if you need me."
Windblade smiled seductively into her pillow, hugging it close to her body and snuggling into it. Chromia didn't have words for what she would have given to be in the pillows place. "Oh, I will."
"Of course. Good night." She replied politely, leaving the berthroom and clicking the door closed beside her. For a moment she stood in anticipation, audials trained on the room behind her. There was nothing but the slow, relaxed ventilations of a bot slipping into recharge, and she was finally able to confirm that her friend was home and safe and sleeping off the overcharge.
Without a moment to spare, she hurried down the hallway to the washroom, far more desperate than she wanted to admit.
Not bothering with the lights, she locked the door and moved into the shower, turning on the solvent to a nice and steamy temperature and putting her whole body beneath the spray. Like everything in the penthouse, the shower had been built to ensure the comfort of even the largest bots, so she was immediately soaked beneath a rainstorm of much needed heat as she leaned against the wall for support. In the dark warmth, it almost felt like she was dreaming. As giddy as she was, she might as well have been. Windblade liked her, dreamed about her, wanted to kiss her and hold her and all the things she hadn't dared to indulge in fantasizing about. It was like a new door had opened on her life and sunlight was streaming in.
No longer able to wait, she opened her plating, exposing a valve that had been sorely neglected. It had been a long time since she'd dared to allow herself this kind of indulgence. But now she didn't care, far too high on her joy to give a single frag about the self control she'd been forcing on herself. Running her hands down the length of her body with the aid of the warm cleaning solvent, she let her imagination run wild, picturing Windblade joining her in the dark warmth.
Just the thought made her hips twitch, and she realized there'd be no time for a drawn out session. She needed relief now.
Fumbling in her haste, she grabbed the handheld sprayer and fiddled with the settings until it was letting out only a single, powerful stream. Biting her lip, she maneuvered the handle between her spread legs, bracing herself before she turned the flow on and her valve was immediately hit with a warm rush. Gasping, she made all the minute changes necessary to aim the epicenter of the spray right at her clit, and was immediately rewarded with pure heaven. It was obvious in moments she wouldn't last long.
Rolling her hips in time with the stimulation, she set what little of her processing power that remained on Windblade, picturing how the femme would react to this same kind of pleasure. Then again, even as a virgin, was Windblade aware her shower had this... very pleasant side function? Had she perhaps used it before?
The image of Windblade overloading using the same method she was sent her careening off the edge. Valve spasming in heavenly bursts of pleasure that filled her whole body, she allowed herself a rare gasp of delight as she hit her peak, legs trembling around the sprayer before she faded into the warm afterglow and allowed herself to sink to the tiled floor. That was the fastest she'd ever finished...
Allowing herself to sit in the pleasant rain of heat in the dark room for a moment, she eventually came to and stood on shaking legs to wash away the very obvious mess of lube that had gushed out from her overload. Primus, had she really done all that in a rush? She'd never been the type to seek out a fast and desperate release, and especially not the type to give in to it. Truly, Windblade had absolutely blindsided her.
When she was presentable, she turned off the flow and left the shower to dry herself off with one of the many plush, clean towels Windblade always had at the ready. The Cityspeaker had always been a fan of soft things, which likely was one of the reasons Chromia had so feared rejection. Why would a femme who liked the more delicate things in life ever go for a big, brash, rough warrior when there were scores of gentle bots out there for the picking? But Windblade had still chosen her, even saying she liked her strength, and her strong arms in particular. Just thinking back to the comment brought a bashful smile to her face.
Sufficiently dry, she tossed the towel into the chute for the little laundry they had and left the bathroom, audials trained for anything. Stepping down the hall to Windblades room, she turned her helm to get a clear listen on what was going on. Only the slow ventilations of a deep recharge greeted her. Sighing at the sound, she went over to the couch she'd spent so many nights on, pulling out the extension to turn it into a berth. While the penthouse had a second room she could have slept in, she'd chosen this as her post from day one. It was right outside the door to Windblades room, and gave her the perfect spot to fend off anyone stupid enough to attempt a night attack.
Despite the late hour, recharge was the farthest thing from her as she lay on the extended berth. Everything inside of her was absolutely buzzing. Her life had, completely without warning, taken a turn she would have never dared to hope for. Yet here she was, with the confession her friend didn't even know she'd made still playing on a loop in her audials. All this time she'd wasted, she could have just told the truth... Why did she have to be so bad with these things? But she had far too many questions to focus on beating herself up for once. How long had Windblade felt the same? Did she want to be bonded? Have sparklings? How was it even possible she'd never been with anyone before?
As usual, her duties brought her back into line, but far more reasonably this time. Only one bot could answer any of those, and she would have one Pit of a processor ache in the morning. If she wanted to face things as soon as time allowed, she'd need to be ready and rested to nurse Windblades hangover and find a gentle way to remind her of what she'd said. Certainly no easy feat. For now, she'd best help the femme she loved by getting a good night's rest and being sharp in the morning. Laying on her side so that she faced the door, she couldn't keep a smile off her face as she closed her optics.
Tomorrow would change everything.