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As the bright lights in the daycare dimmed, the boisterous music gently faded. The only remaining sounds being the faint clicks and whirs of Sun as he struggled to pick dried glitter off a small table, his faceplate spinning randomly in frustration. As much as he loved making arts and crafts, he hated the mess. He had been working on the same thin, smeared line for what felt like an eternity to him, and he swore his circuits were seconds from overheating. It was refusing all his cleaners and scrubbing!
Just as he felt one of his bolts were about to pop off, he felt a gentle tap against his shoulder. Turning his head, he was greeted with the sight of the navy, star spotted hat his lover wore. The gentle tap being Moon shoving their face into his shoulder. Suddenly, the stubborn mess was forgetten. He turns to them, his hands happily shaking as he sways on his feet, his permanent smile seeming to somehow grow. He was practically beaming at them.
"Moony!" He cheers, grabbing at their hands, the other happy to oblige in the touch with a laugh. Sun happily swayed, making Moon follow his pattern.
"Sunshine," they say, their voice soft as they lift up his hand to press their faceplate against it gently. The LEDS of their eyes going off, showing they had closed them as they softly kissed his hand.
Sun nearly seems to explode at the simple contact, his feet stomping happily as his faceplat spins and whirs. He lets Moon's gentle form of a kiss last for a second longer before he tugs the other closer, wrapping his arms tightly around him and spinning them around the daycare, Moon's gentle laugh in his ear making all his internals warm, and he can't help but nuzzle against them, hiding his own face in their chest, before they stop.
He gently places the other down, staring into the handsome apple-red of their eyes before tapping their faces together, pausing only a second before repeating the action, his eyes closed as he kisses Moon all over their face. Small words of sweet affirmations and giggles between each little kiss, making Moon scrunch their shoulders up, their hands playing with Sun's gently, both of them basking in the love of the other.
Suddenly, Moon drops his hands and grabs his face plate, a small static huff escaping his voice box. "You spoil me," they whisper, their thumbs gently brushing against Sun's face. Their ever present smile lovesick and gentle. Eyes drooping as they stared at Sun fondly, practically being able to feel their wires knot into a mess at the pure emotion the other evoked.
"Room?" They ask, their voice always a whisper.
Sun frantically nods, much to the amusement of Moon. They slip their hands from his faceplate, giving him another kiss before taking his hand and tugging him up to the room. Sun stumbling behind, loopy on love, constantly swaying and fidgeting with his hands.
Their room was dark, the only lights being small sun-shaped fairy lights and glow-in-the-dark moon stickers, at the insistence of Sun. Moon pushed Sun down on their plush bed, always preferring to be on top. Not that Sun minded. They crawl up to him, soft giggles escaping them, as though they were teenagers doing something they shouldn't. They both messily scrambled to get comfortable, draping soft navy blankets decorated with suns and moons around them, building what almost resembled a small nest. They finally stopped their scrambles, opting instead to stare lovingly into each other's eyes.
"Pretty, pretty Moony, so, so pretty," Sun whispers, as he traces the outline of Moon's nose and the craters on their face. "Yes, yes. So very pretty." He nodded, certain with his proclamation.
Moon closes their eyes, giggling, their own hands coming up to trace Sun's eyebrow before going to his rays, knowing how much he loved the gentle feeling of his rays being played with.
"Pretty Sun," they correct, teasingly, opening an eye to see his reaction, "Prettiest Sun, so pretty, prettier."
Sun huffs in disapproval, not being able to help it as they closed their eyes, leaning to Moon's touch. "No, you prettier," he mumbles, too lost in the simple touch to say much else, tapping Moon's face when they laugh at him.
Sun traces his fingers to behind Moon's head, gently playing with the exposing wires along their neck. Grinning internally at the way the fingers on his rays hesitated. He knew Moon loved the gentle strokes on his wires, and he could only hope it felt as nice as it did when Moon played with his rays.
Soft sighs leave their voice boxes, as they soaked in the attention and comfort of each other. The silent 'I love you's making their worries and the memory of the overwhelming brightness and noise of the daycare melt away. Only in the other's arms did they know real peace. They had nothing but each other, and that was more than enough for them. What else could they want besides the gentle kisses and words of each other?
After hours was always their favorite time.