A/N: Randomness brought on by sleep depravation.

Characters: Sunstreaker and a rather energized Moonracer.

She'd hate him in the morning.

Sunstreaker willingly acknowledged the thought as he followed Moonracer into her quarters. She tripped in the doorframe, grabbing the Lambo for balance, and giggled madly. He wasn't sure how the sharp shooter could consume that much High Grade and still manage to walk. Granted, she hadn't ingested that much more than him.

It should have been Bumblebee following the teal femmebot back to her berth, not him, but the small spy had energized himself offline. As Sunstreaker was escorting Moonracer, Prowl was carrying the yellow mech back to the barracks.

Frag it. Bumblebee would hate him too.

"Com'n in Sunshine." The femme giggled again pressing herself against him. "Let's have some fun!"

He felt her engine thrumming through his chest plating. He'd be lying if he said it didn't rev his own engine, but-

He let pretty femme lead him to her berth. Plopping down on the solid surface, she smiled up seductively up at the bright, perfectly painted bot. Her over energized expression, so lacking everything that made Moonracer who she was, cut through Sunstreaker's own juiced processor.

Worst of all, he'd hate himself.

Shutting off his optics for a brief moment, he took a deep intake, and looked at her again. With one smooth move, he got her feet up on the berth and chastely kissed her helm. "Sleep well Moonracer."

With that, he left and didn't look back.