Finally got time to write. Excerpt from the ficclet I'm working on now (still needs massive editing). Takes place about when they stop thinking of the other as a fling and more as a lover. Prompt idea was "first kiss" - not a heat-of-the-moment type of kiss, but a real, emotion filled kiss. Or something like that. Whoever or whatever my muse is, they're far too vague. /

That smile hypnotized him. It was broad and dazzling, honest and open, rarely seen and, therefore, precious to Fireflight. Many nights he would trace the seams of the Wrecker's face, around his nose and optic band and jawline, but always back to that mesmerizing smile, tracing it until he knew the image and feeling perfectly in his spark.

Fireflight often wondered why Sandstorm kept his face hidden away, wished many times that he wouldn't, but always ended up silently scolding himself; he knew the triplecharger was uncomfortable with being so open. The Aerialbot was asking far too much - he had already pulled the mech further into his life and affections than either had anticipated. Better to treasure the now then slag it up by dragging them both deeper...

"'Flight?"

The jet turned to face the triplecharger behind him, and smiled outright when he saw that Sandstorm had yet to replace his battlemask; he always felt giddy knowing that with that one simple gesture, the normally secretive and introverted mech such a great deal of trust in him.

Can't say when the final one'll be posted, but I promise it will be finished (and twice as long, at least.) :3