Nautica x GN Cybertronian Reader
You just came back from an especially tiring mission- Nautica takes an oil bath with you to help you relax <3
You walked towards the base, letting out a long sigh. It had been an awful trip. Your mission took nearly twice as long as it should have, with twice as many problems. You were beyond exhausted.
The moment you entered the base, you heard an overly cheerful voice call out your name. "(Y/N)!" You looked over just in time to see your Amica Endura jump out of her chair before she ran over and wrapped you in a tight embrace.
"Hi, Nautica," you said, sounding particularly dejected. Nautica paused. Grabbing your face with her servos, she started questioning you. "Is something wrong? What happened?" She asked, her voice switching from excitement to concern.
You let out a deep, exasperated breath. "It's just... been a long day," you muttered. "I don't want to talk about it." Nautica gently brushed the side of your helm, looking into your optics with sympathy. "Hmm... I think I know how to make you feel better," She said with a grin.
Dragging you to her private quarters, you couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. Letting out a small giggle, Nautica led you to the wash rooms and started filling a tub with warm oil. "A bath!" She exclaimed. "It's been a while since we've had time to ourselves, and you definitely deserve to relax. I figured maybe a nice oil bath with your favorite femme might help?" She asked, though it wasn't much of a question.
You smiled. It had been a while since the two of you spent any quality time together, and you certainly weren't about to decline such an offer. Stepping into the tub, you sat down and felt your aching joints relax as the warm oil enveloped you.
You were startled out of your thoughts when you got splashed in the face by the viscous liquid. You looked up, instantly realizing that Nautica had unceremoniously jumped into the tub with you. Not that you were complaining, of course. Laughing, Nautica reached over and wiped some of the oil off of your faceplate.
You leaned into her touch, letting out a content hum. Suddenly, she moved to the side of the tub and rested her back against it. "C'mon, get over here!" She said, smiling brightly at you. You quickly obliged, scooting yourself over to her. Resting your head on her chassis, you wrapped your arms around her and grinned.
Nautica started gently cleaning your helm and shoulder pads with a buffer she had grabbed on the way. Any tension left in your frame slipped away as you melted into your Amica's frame.
Perfectly content in each other's arms, you each made a silent promise to do this again more often.
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