Itsy Bitsy Drable
Title: Yellow Roses.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, moar fluff. Did I mention fluff?
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz.
Summary: A short, pointless and fluffy drabble for snugsbunny who is ill and needs all the fluff she can get, and who also happens to love yellow roses. Partial inspiration for the bush to be credited to asher119
There were few days like these in life, and Jazz was enjoying every second of his day off, completely devoid so far of reported Decepticon activity. No rambunctious mechs causing trouble. No over excited Bumblebee talking his audios off about whatever new things he saw that day in the nearby city. No Blaster calling him for some animated chatting over music.
It was only him, the warm and sunlit spot on his quarters by the nearest window, watching the puffy clouds go by in the bluest of skies. Yes, Jazz was enjoying every second of that peacefulness. The only thing that could make this time any more perfect would be a certain mech to lean with and enjoy the quiet and peace. Sadly, that wasn't possible as Prowl was currently on patrol and had light duty after his return.
Jazz didn't let that ruin his good mood and peaceful day, though, and continued to stare at the sky, watching the many different figures he knew humans could see in the clouds. He didn't know how long he spent lost in his contemplation, barely acknowledging the sound of the door swishing open and the near imperceptible sound of Prowl's foot steps.
Jazz turned his face to greet his mate, but whatever words he intended to speak were halted as his attention focused on the small (for their size) flower pot resting on Prowl's white palm. His optics followed the path up from the pot to the small bush that flared up, green leaves and thorn-peppered stems leading to the brightest yellow roses in bloom he had ever seen. "What's this?" Jazz asked and reached for the pot, mindful of the fragile material.
"Roses in a pot, Jazz." Prowl replied with amusement. "Ironhide and I were passing by a greenhouse and he mentioned the roses were in full bloom. I believe you've made comments about being partial to this flower and color."
"I have. But why?" Jazz asked in wonder as his olfactory sensors picked the scent coming from the freshly watered roses, a mixture of their fine perfume with the earthy smell of the soil it was planted in.
Prowl shrugged. "I need a reason to give you something?"
Jazz had no answer for that and resorted to murmur a 'thank you' as he brushed a black finger along the top most yellow bloom, marveling at the soft, velvety texture of the flower. He could hear Prowl murmur a 'You're welcome' back to him and felt white fingers brush lightly against one of his helm horns. "I have monitor duty to attend to, I'll see you in a few hours."
Jazz nodded and watched his mate go, waving a little before turning his attention back to the roses on his hand. He huddled closer to the window, watching the clouds pass by, holding the rose bush close, enjoying the peace and calm, and the soft scent of love that wafted from his unexpected gift, feeling Prowl's presence next to him, knowing he was always in his tactician's thoughts, as Prowl was in his.
The day could only get better.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, moar fluff. Did I mention fluff?
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz.
Summary: A short, pointless and fluffy drabble for snugsbunny who is ill and needs all the fluff she can get, and who also happens to love yellow roses. Partial inspiration for the bush to be credited to asher119
There were few days like these in life, and Jazz was enjoying every second of his day off, completely devoid so far of reported Decepticon activity. No rambunctious mechs causing trouble. No over excited Bumblebee talking his audios off about whatever new things he saw that day in the nearby city. No Blaster calling him for some animated chatting over music.
It was only him, the warm and sunlit spot on his quarters by the nearest window, watching the puffy clouds go by in the bluest of skies. Yes, Jazz was enjoying every second of that peacefulness. The only thing that could make this time any more perfect would be a certain mech to lean with and enjoy the quiet and peace. Sadly, that wasn't possible as Prowl was currently on patrol and had light duty after his return.
Jazz didn't let that ruin his good mood and peaceful day, though, and continued to stare at the sky, watching the many different figures he knew humans could see in the clouds. He didn't know how long he spent lost in his contemplation, barely acknowledging the sound of the door swishing open and the near imperceptible sound of Prowl's foot steps.
Jazz turned his face to greet his mate, but whatever words he intended to speak were halted as his attention focused on the small (for their size) flower pot resting on Prowl's white palm. His optics followed the path up from the pot to the small bush that flared up, green leaves and thorn-peppered stems leading to the brightest yellow roses in bloom he had ever seen. "What's this?" Jazz asked and reached for the pot, mindful of the fragile material.
"Roses in a pot, Jazz." Prowl replied with amusement. "Ironhide and I were passing by a greenhouse and he mentioned the roses were in full bloom. I believe you've made comments about being partial to this flower and color."
"I have. But why?" Jazz asked in wonder as his olfactory sensors picked the scent coming from the freshly watered roses, a mixture of their fine perfume with the earthy smell of the soil it was planted in.
Prowl shrugged. "I need a reason to give you something?"
Jazz had no answer for that and resorted to murmur a 'thank you' as he brushed a black finger along the top most yellow bloom, marveling at the soft, velvety texture of the flower. He could hear Prowl murmur a 'You're welcome' back to him and felt white fingers brush lightly against one of his helm horns. "I have monitor duty to attend to, I'll see you in a few hours."
Jazz nodded and watched his mate go, waving a little before turning his attention back to the roses on his hand. He huddled closer to the window, watching the clouds pass by, holding the rose bush close, enjoying the peace and calm, and the soft scent of love that wafted from his unexpected gift, feeling Prowl's presence next to him, knowing he was always in his tactician's thoughts, as Prowl was in his.
The day could only get better.