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The next three days passed in a blur of activity within the Autobot base. Ratchet dedicated himself tirelessly to repairing Skyquake, working long hours into the night to ensure that the former Decepticon was restored to full functionality.
As night fell on the third day, the base was enveloped in a peaceful silence.
Skyquake was lay in recharge, his massive form stretched out on a berth, his scarred green chassis gleaming in the faint light.
For the first time in ages, Skyquake felt a sense of contentment wash over him, a feeling of peace that he had not known since before the war.
Skyquake held (Y/N) close, enjoying every passing moment of the warmth of her presence and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Despite the stark contrast between his cold metal exterior and her warm, human like body, he found comfort in the contrast. She was like a little blanket, radiating heat and coziness against his chassis.
Skyquake's ventilations was the perfect white noise for (Y/N). Occasionally, a faint flicker of light danced across the walls as the base's systems hummed to life, casting fleeting shadows that danced across the chamber.
He couldn't help but notice how she moved in her sleep, her human half displaying a range of endearing behaviors. She nuzzled into his metal plating, shifting and readjusting herself with small, unconscious movements that elicited soft noises of contentment.
Her (S/C) skin brushed against his armor, creating a gentle friction that sent tingles coursing through his circuits. And with each shift and turn, (Y/N) emitted soft murmurs, her breaths forming faint puffs of warmth against his plating. Skyquake couldn't help but find her movements utterly adorable, his optics softening with affection as he watched her rest.
Skyquake's servos moved with gentle precision, his large thumb digit delicately traced the contours of (Y/N)'s hair.
In her sleep, (Y/N) stirred slightly at the sensation, her breathing growing even more steady as she subconsciously leaned into his touch. Encouraged by her response, Skyquake continued to caress her hair.
