• ~ (Y/n)'s Perspective ~ •

I stammered, shock and confusion controlling my body. I covered my face and looked away before looking him back in the eyes before looking away once more.

"I-I uh... y-yeah that's what... R-Ratchet... I-I..." the stammering continued on, Ratchet stared at me, searching for approval in my eyes. I wasn't sure how to feel, wasn't sure if I was even still breathing.

"No it's alright. I understand, I was stupid to think you'd— never mind I have work to do."

"N-no! It's not that, I do like you too!" I called, feeling tears prick my eyes, unsure of the emotions I was feeling. Ratchet's holoform turnt back and faced me, the overwhelming emotions in my eyes clearly catching his attention. He made his way over to me and placed his hands gently on my arms.

Not knowing what to do and afraid he'd walk away once more, I kissed him. I didn't pull away, I kept my lips pressed firmly against his. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back, holding my head in his hands, his fingers tangled in my hair.

When I finally pulled away, I felt breathless. Surprisingly, he was a good kisser, I just hoped that I kept up my end since it's been years since I last kissed someone. Gently, I held Ratchet's wrists.

"L-look... I do like you back, I promise. H-however... you've seen how unstable I am... I-I don't even know how we would work." I explain, keeping my eyes to the ground as a warm tear caressed my cheek. "I would love to figure us out. B-but the reality to it is that it might not be what we both seem to think it is. We've known each other for a short while and we've both seen some flaws in each other, so I'm certain we could work things out. However... we'd have to keep it private, j-just till we can 100% say that we want to be in a relationship with each other."

Ratchet was silent. His eyes traveled from my own to my lips multiple times. It was like he was lost. His grip on me tightened, like he was afraid to let go. Perhaps worried that if he did, he'd be letting me down after doing so.

"I-I have to agree. We both have a lot of baggage with us. This war doesn't quite help either, and I don't know the first thing about human relationships." Ratchet replied after clearing his throat. I gave him a gentle smile.

"We can figure this out. You're brilliant and understanding, we can make this work as long as you're willing to."

"Of course."

"Wonderful. Well, finish up and we could head back home— s-sorry... I meant to my house."

The room went silent as excitement and panic ran through my body. If I was still in college, I probably just would've taken the chance to get laid, but this isn't college. My heart's racing and my cheeks are burning, this is what I wanted and it was happening. So why does it feel wrong?

Perhaps it's my unwillingness to open up about my more personal life, or the fact that our relationship wasn't packaged nicely and has taken a lot of damage on the trip. It's been wonderful knowing him, laughing with him, and having him stay over; but it still feels wrong.

Should I pour my heart out and explain every single problem I have? I don't want to. However, should I leave this for him to just figure out and end up ruining our relationship? Thankfully, a cough caught my attention.

"This doesn't mean I've lost my invitation to the wedding correct?" Ratchet asked, shyly, almost worried. I couldn't help but smile and laugh.

"Of course not! Now can we head to my house yet? I'm tired." I answered, pouting my lip as a joke. He smiled slightly before shaking his head and getting up, offering his servo once more. I climbed on and was cradled once again.

When we arrived back to the hanger, I collected my things and me and Ratchet were on our way. It was rather late when we arrived back to my humble abode, but I didn't particularly mind. However, I did need to let Freckles out ASAP and search for any messes.

Ratchet watched Freckles from out the sliding glass door as I cleaned up a knocked over vase (it probably rained or someone knocked on the door). I was just glad Freckles hadn't stepped in it. The silence was bothering me, we hadn't spoken since I got in the passenger seat. Should've been in the back, I felt like I was having a heart attack...

"You know if my friend knew about this, he'd laugh and say that it's a great way to learn biology." I say aloud with a small smirk, knowing the joke was sexual, I just wanted something to lighten the mood. Ratchet coughed and when I looked up, he was staring at me, blushing. "I'm kidding, but I have the feeling you're reaction answered an unasked question."

"And that question is?"

"Do you guys have... you know: intercourse?" I asked, a blush now washing over my face. Ratchet had to think for a second, the word probably didn't translate...

"We call it interfacing, and... yes. It might be different from your species though." Ratchet answered, scratching the back of his head.

"Well then, I guess we'll find out." I replied with an awkward chuckle. "S-sorry. I haven't been in any sort of relationship in a while."

"I must admit I've interfaced but I've never really got into any relationships." Ratchet admitted. I couldn't help but gain a goofy smile and walk over to him.

"Really? Now that's hard to believe. Mister no nonsense doing nonsense~." I grinned. He blushed and avoided my gaze, clearly embarrassed. It felt nice to have the upper hand for once. My mind wandering once more to every possible scenario. "Well... would you like to try cuddling tonight? It's when two people lay together and comfort each other."

"Yes, yes, I know what cuddling is." Ratchet scoffed before looking me in the eyes once more. "B-but it'd be nice."

A smile formed on my lips once more and I kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Alright. I have to eat then take a shower and then we can do trial one." I said with a giggle, he nodded with one of his usual small smiles that made my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. A part of me beginning to wonder if this was the right idea.

I know I'm in love with him, but what if he changes his mind...?

Soon Freckles was back inside and eating as I cooked with Ratchet watching over my shoulder. Not that I minded, but there were times he got a little too close and I wasn't sure if I should tell him to back up or not. Not that I wanted him to, just that I didn't want to get too close to the splash zone.

"Can I ask you something?" I hum, feeling my cheeks heat up when he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder before answering with a hum. "When did you know that you... fancied me?"

"Well... you were interesting to hear about before we met and then I got stuck with you and... maybe it was the way you talked about your home and how humble you are." Ratchet answered, before releasing me when I went to transfer the (food) onto my plate. Together, we went to the table.

"What about you?" He asked after I put a piece in my mouth. Thinking back to everything and the short while we've known each other... my answer seemed clear.

"The moment I realized I could trust you." I replied, meeting his eyes across the table. "I don't trust a lot of people so it was a nice change of pace."

A long pause followed as a gentle kiss was placed on my lips once more. I got lost in the sensation as my world fell away and my heart beamed with everlasting love. When he pulled away, I could only focus on his glowing blue eyes.

"I'm glad you trust me."