He's so careful, even now, but there's no doubt about his response now, no question. Arcee feels a peculiar swell in her spark, a feeling like the tides coming in, Orion's hand warm on her plating. It's the most selfish thing she's done in years, she knows, and the same must be true for him, even if he doesn't remember, and she chooses to revel in it. She pulls one hand away to brace it against his arm, fingers closing weakly over his plating as she kisses him.

It's pain that makes her pull back, a sharp jolt through her midsection, and she winces slightly, air hissing through her vents. She doesn't draw very far back, though, her hands and optics still softly on Orion, venting unevenly. The intensity of the moment hasn't waned any. "Orion..."