Not my best but I tried
Title: The Apple of My Eye
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, non explicit implied femslash, implied nudity.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz.
Pairing: Prowl x Jazz
Setting: G1
Prompt: Cupcakes
Summary: Prowl was given a book, she chose to actually read it.
Notes: purajo has had a few rough weeks and I decided to cheer her up with a ficlet. This is based around my designs of human female Prowl and Jazz and a few concepts by purajo and used with permission.
Not beta read, so feel free to correct me.
Prowl flipped through the pages of the book given to her by one of the police women they were working with earlier that day.
"I don't understand." She said while she flipped through more pages. "Why would she give this to me?"
Jazz took a sip of her canned tea -not her favorite kind but she had to make due with the vending machines at the location she had been working at earlier that day. She looked over Prowl's shoulder at the book and chuckled. "Well, babe, organics need t'eat and while we're in these bodies we're gonna have t'fuel the same way they do."
Prowl gave her partner a sidelong glance and huffed a little. "I'm aware of that, Jazz. What I do not understand is why she gave this book to me."
Jazz shrugged and moved away from Prowl to remove her jacket, slinging it over her shoulder while she drank her tea. "Dunno, Prowler, but it seems humans have this thing about cops and treats with enormous amounts of sugar. Or she just thought we'd like t'try somethin' sweet?"
"Perhaps." Prowl set the book down and removed her uniform's coat, looking up at her bondmate with a smile. "So, how did your investigation go?"
"It went well enough, the witness gave us plenty of detailed information." Jazz hung the black leather jacket on the hanger near the door, stretching from side to side a little. "But I hate sittin' inside those cramped little cars."
"I suppose you enjoy being the car instead." Prowl teased and smiled at her partner, undoing her tie and folding it neatly, passing her coat to Jazz to hang it.
"There's that. An' there is likin' t'stretch the legs once or twice every hour or so. I was crammed up in there for a good four hours. Only break I got was t'get a tea from a vendin' machine."
Prowl grabbed Jazz's canned tea and took a sip off it, grimacing and shoving the can back in Jazz's hand. "That's disgusting."
Jazz laughed and fixed a strap of her black tank top "Was the best I could get over there, lover."
"It should be illegal to sell that." Prowl grumbled and headed into the bedroom to get herself changed off her uniform.
Jazz followed her with a grin, taking another long sip of the tea, deciding Prowl was absolutely right and that maybe she should have settled for bottled water given how the tea tasted more like dirty water than lemon tea. "How did things go at th'office?"
Prowl undid her shirt with her back to Jazz, carefully placing the garment on a wire hanger, proceeding to remove her skirt, completely comfortable going around on her underwear while in her bondmate's company. "The forensic work is going well, and we've managed to track down a few possible locations for our suspect."
"Seems it's goin' well overall." Jazz drank the remains of the canned tea, looking at Prowl hanging the skirt of her uniform. Her eyes, hidden behind the blue tinted glasses she wore gave an appreciative look at Prowl's shapely form. Particularly enjoying the view of Prowl's long legs wrapped in the sheer thigh-high stockings Jazz convinced her to wear instead of the pantyhose Prowl had originally purchased to complete her look. She couldn't help herself, Prowl had really well shaped legs, strong and smooth, the fair skin took full advantage of the effect of the sheer material and Jazz would be the first to admit Prowl looked sexier with them. It was even sexier to look at her taking them off just as she was doing now.
"Need fresh clothes?" Prowl asked over her shoulder with a little knowing smile while she dug into the closet for something more comfortable to wear.
"Just 'nother top." Jazz finished the tea and crushed the aluminum can, dropping it inside the trash bin in their bedroom. Prowl dug through the shelves, pulling a white and blue tank top for Jazz, throwing the garment to her bondmate.
Jazz thanked her and casually relieved herself of her clothing, setting the used top on the bed while Prowl dressed herself in a simple t-shirt and plain trousers. "So what exactly did you find out?" Prowl asked while she removed the red headband she wore to brush her hair, then putting the headband again.
"Ya always have t'look just well groomed, don'tcha?" Jazz smiled fondly. She wasn't unkept, of course, but she didn't mind a bit of a more 'wild look', or threw a fuzz about her hair being a little messy, thankfully the style she wore disguised stray hairs much better than Prowl's did.
"I'm afraid a well kept appearance is quite important amongst humans. My attributes and role in the department just seem to require I keep a dressier appearance." Prowl turned to look at Jazz with a raised brow and arms crossed over her chest. "And the last time I forgot to comb my hair you didn't stop laughing about my 'hairy chevron'."
Jazz giggled into her fist. "Not my fault the stray hairs were doin' a perfect v there."
Prowl shook her head. "You're impossible."
"That's why y'love me."
Sometimes Prowl really wished she could wipe that cheeky grin off Jazz's face, only to reaffirm to herself she loved that grin as much as she loved everything about Jazz. "Just don't go parading it."
"Wouldn't dream of it, lover." Jazz murmured with a content smile, coming to Prowl and wrapped her arms around the slightly taller woman's neck, giving her a peck to her lips.
Prowl returned the kiss readily, resting her hands on Jazz's hips while they indulged in soft kisses and loving words were murmured to each other. "So, how was your side of the case?" Prowl asked absently, not as interested as she sounded. Jazz laughed softly, kissing Prowl between small one-liners of what progress she made on the case they were working on. Soon, though, no more words were spoken as they kissed each other, forgetting everything about work for the time being.
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Jazz woke to the smell of something sweet that she vaguely associated with vanilla scent and the unmistakable scent of chocolate. She also realized the other side of the bed was notoriously lacking a certain black haired and blue eyed beauty.
The tanned woman sighed and sat up, deciding to investigate where the smell was coming from and where her bondmate was, suspecting her mate was where the smell was coming from. She reached to pick a nightgown she had draped over a chair, putting it on without bothering to put on any underwear. When she approached the kitchen she was assaulted by the warmth of the working oven, and the stronger chocolate scent.
"Well, frag me..." Jazz stared with a crooked and slightly disbelieving smile.
Prowl didn't look up as she applied a generous amount of butter cream to the cupcake she was decorating. "I believe that's exactly what I did a few hours ago."
Jazz's mouth hung open still smiling, then laughed. "Who's the cheeky one now?"
"Certainly not me." Prowl smiled at Jazz and gestured her closer, she allowed herself a moment to look at her bondmate's swaying hips as she walked and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Going commando again?"
Jazz shrugged. "Why bother t'put 'em on again if I'm goin' t'take 'em off as soon as I get ya back to our bedroom."
"Is that so?" Prowl smiled in that way Jazz knew was a teasing challenge to her plans.
"That's the plan. Now just need t'convince ya of the pros of goin' back to the bedroom with me an' our very warm an' comfy bed." Jazz approached her mate, ready to wrap her arms around Prowl only to be stopped by the top frosting of a chocolate cupcake. "Uhh..."
"Eat that first, we'll talk about the bedroom later." Prowl chuckled and headed to the fridge to get a glass of milk for her mate. Jazz watched her and grinned at the look of Prowl donning an apron with a glass of milk in one hand and a plastic bag and decorative tip full of butter cream frosting.
"So, what got ya into the mood for bakin'?" Jazz asked and nibbled the treat her mate had baked, finding the taste to be quite rich but not overdone.
Prowl handed Jazz the glass of milk, turning back to the cupcakes she was decorating. "I ran out of books to read, decided to pick the baking recipe book and conveniently enough we had enough supplies here to give baking a try."
"Well, ya definitely can bake good cupcakes, babe." Jazz smiled sheepishly at the nearly fifty cupcakes sitting in a meticulous arrangement on a dainty tray. "But I don't think we can eat 'em all by ourselves."
Prowl looked back at the amount of cupcakes she had made. "Perhaps I got carried away a little."
"Yeah...a little." Jazz chuckled and finished her cupcake, deciding she'd likely sneak back when Prowl wasn't watching to down a second. "Guess it's free cupcake day at th'office, huh?"
Prowl chuckled. "Yes, I suppose."
"So...'bout that lil project of mine involving you, our bed an' somethin' about goin' commando..." Jazz drawled, wrapping her arms around Prowl from behind. "What're my chances of success?"
Prowl smiled at Jazz. "That depends on what you have to offer."
"What 'bout all of me?" Jazz purred, reaching to dab a finger into the butter cream, bringing it to Prowl's lips.
Prowl obligingly suckled the frosting off Jazz's finger and smiled to her mate after the finger was clean. "I'd say your chances of success are quite high, then." Prowl pulled away from Jazz, dabbing a finger into the frosting and tipping it on Jazz's nose. "If you can catch me, that is."
"Hey!" Jazz laughed when Prowl suddenly threw the decorating bag and tip at her and bolted towards their bedroom. "That's cheatin'!" Jazz set the bag down and made a move to chase after her bondmate but stopped mid stride, going back to the table, reaching to take a piece of a cupcake still in the pan, popping the chocolate bread into her mouth before she resumed her chase.
She would have to go back and finish it later, after savoring a different, much tastier treat awaiting on her bedroom.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, non explicit implied femslash, implied nudity.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz.
Pairing: Prowl x Jazz
Setting: G1
Prompt: Cupcakes
Summary: Prowl was given a book, she chose to actually read it.
Notes: purajo has had a few rough weeks and I decided to cheer her up with a ficlet. This is based around my designs of human female Prowl and Jazz and a few concepts by purajo and used with permission.
Not beta read, so feel free to correct me.
Prowl flipped through the pages of the book given to her by one of the police women they were working with earlier that day.
"I don't understand." She said while she flipped through more pages. "Why would she give this to me?"
Jazz took a sip of her canned tea -not her favorite kind but she had to make due with the vending machines at the location she had been working at earlier that day. She looked over Prowl's shoulder at the book and chuckled. "Well, babe, organics need t'eat and while we're in these bodies we're gonna have t'fuel the same way they do."
Prowl gave her partner a sidelong glance and huffed a little. "I'm aware of that, Jazz. What I do not understand is why she gave this book to me."
Jazz shrugged and moved away from Prowl to remove her jacket, slinging it over her shoulder while she drank her tea. "Dunno, Prowler, but it seems humans have this thing about cops and treats with enormous amounts of sugar. Or she just thought we'd like t'try somethin' sweet?"
"Perhaps." Prowl set the book down and removed her uniform's coat, looking up at her bondmate with a smile. "So, how did your investigation go?"
"It went well enough, the witness gave us plenty of detailed information." Jazz hung the black leather jacket on the hanger near the door, stretching from side to side a little. "But I hate sittin' inside those cramped little cars."
"I suppose you enjoy being the car instead." Prowl teased and smiled at her partner, undoing her tie and folding it neatly, passing her coat to Jazz to hang it.
"There's that. An' there is likin' t'stretch the legs once or twice every hour or so. I was crammed up in there for a good four hours. Only break I got was t'get a tea from a vendin' machine."
Prowl grabbed Jazz's canned tea and took a sip off it, grimacing and shoving the can back in Jazz's hand. "That's disgusting."
Jazz laughed and fixed a strap of her black tank top "Was the best I could get over there, lover."
"It should be illegal to sell that." Prowl grumbled and headed into the bedroom to get herself changed off her uniform.
Jazz followed her with a grin, taking another long sip of the tea, deciding Prowl was absolutely right and that maybe she should have settled for bottled water given how the tea tasted more like dirty water than lemon tea. "How did things go at th'office?"
Prowl undid her shirt with her back to Jazz, carefully placing the garment on a wire hanger, proceeding to remove her skirt, completely comfortable going around on her underwear while in her bondmate's company. "The forensic work is going well, and we've managed to track down a few possible locations for our suspect."
"Seems it's goin' well overall." Jazz drank the remains of the canned tea, looking at Prowl hanging the skirt of her uniform. Her eyes, hidden behind the blue tinted glasses she wore gave an appreciative look at Prowl's shapely form. Particularly enjoying the view of Prowl's long legs wrapped in the sheer thigh-high stockings Jazz convinced her to wear instead of the pantyhose Prowl had originally purchased to complete her look. She couldn't help herself, Prowl had really well shaped legs, strong and smooth, the fair skin took full advantage of the effect of the sheer material and Jazz would be the first to admit Prowl looked sexier with them. It was even sexier to look at her taking them off just as she was doing now.
"Need fresh clothes?" Prowl asked over her shoulder with a little knowing smile while she dug into the closet for something more comfortable to wear.
"Just 'nother top." Jazz finished the tea and crushed the aluminum can, dropping it inside the trash bin in their bedroom. Prowl dug through the shelves, pulling a white and blue tank top for Jazz, throwing the garment to her bondmate.
Jazz thanked her and casually relieved herself of her clothing, setting the used top on the bed while Prowl dressed herself in a simple t-shirt and plain trousers. "So what exactly did you find out?" Prowl asked while she removed the red headband she wore to brush her hair, then putting the headband again.
"Ya always have t'look just well groomed, don'tcha?" Jazz smiled fondly. She wasn't unkept, of course, but she didn't mind a bit of a more 'wild look', or threw a fuzz about her hair being a little messy, thankfully the style she wore disguised stray hairs much better than Prowl's did.
"I'm afraid a well kept appearance is quite important amongst humans. My attributes and role in the department just seem to require I keep a dressier appearance." Prowl turned to look at Jazz with a raised brow and arms crossed over her chest. "And the last time I forgot to comb my hair you didn't stop laughing about my 'hairy chevron'."
Jazz giggled into her fist. "Not my fault the stray hairs were doin' a perfect v there."
Prowl shook her head. "You're impossible."
"That's why y'love me."
Sometimes Prowl really wished she could wipe that cheeky grin off Jazz's face, only to reaffirm to herself she loved that grin as much as she loved everything about Jazz. "Just don't go parading it."
"Wouldn't dream of it, lover." Jazz murmured with a content smile, coming to Prowl and wrapped her arms around the slightly taller woman's neck, giving her a peck to her lips.
Prowl returned the kiss readily, resting her hands on Jazz's hips while they indulged in soft kisses and loving words were murmured to each other. "So, how was your side of the case?" Prowl asked absently, not as interested as she sounded. Jazz laughed softly, kissing Prowl between small one-liners of what progress she made on the case they were working on. Soon, though, no more words were spoken as they kissed each other, forgetting everything about work for the time being.
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Jazz woke to the smell of something sweet that she vaguely associated with vanilla scent and the unmistakable scent of chocolate. She also realized the other side of the bed was notoriously lacking a certain black haired and blue eyed beauty.
The tanned woman sighed and sat up, deciding to investigate where the smell was coming from and where her bondmate was, suspecting her mate was where the smell was coming from. She reached to pick a nightgown she had draped over a chair, putting it on without bothering to put on any underwear. When she approached the kitchen she was assaulted by the warmth of the working oven, and the stronger chocolate scent.
"Well, frag me..." Jazz stared with a crooked and slightly disbelieving smile.
Prowl didn't look up as she applied a generous amount of butter cream to the cupcake she was decorating. "I believe that's exactly what I did a few hours ago."
Jazz's mouth hung open still smiling, then laughed. "Who's the cheeky one now?"
"Certainly not me." Prowl smiled at Jazz and gestured her closer, she allowed herself a moment to look at her bondmate's swaying hips as she walked and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Going commando again?"
Jazz shrugged. "Why bother t'put 'em on again if I'm goin' t'take 'em off as soon as I get ya back to our bedroom."
"Is that so?" Prowl smiled in that way Jazz knew was a teasing challenge to her plans.
"That's the plan. Now just need t'convince ya of the pros of goin' back to the bedroom with me an' our very warm an' comfy bed." Jazz approached her mate, ready to wrap her arms around Prowl only to be stopped by the top frosting of a chocolate cupcake. "Uhh..."
"Eat that first, we'll talk about the bedroom later." Prowl chuckled and headed to the fridge to get a glass of milk for her mate. Jazz watched her and grinned at the look of Prowl donning an apron with a glass of milk in one hand and a plastic bag and decorative tip full of butter cream frosting.
"So, what got ya into the mood for bakin'?" Jazz asked and nibbled the treat her mate had baked, finding the taste to be quite rich but not overdone.
Prowl handed Jazz the glass of milk, turning back to the cupcakes she was decorating. "I ran out of books to read, decided to pick the baking recipe book and conveniently enough we had enough supplies here to give baking a try."
"Well, ya definitely can bake good cupcakes, babe." Jazz smiled sheepishly at the nearly fifty cupcakes sitting in a meticulous arrangement on a dainty tray. "But I don't think we can eat 'em all by ourselves."
Prowl looked back at the amount of cupcakes she had made. "Perhaps I got carried away a little."
"Yeah...a little." Jazz chuckled and finished her cupcake, deciding she'd likely sneak back when Prowl wasn't watching to down a second. "Guess it's free cupcake day at th'office, huh?"
Prowl chuckled. "Yes, I suppose."
"So...'bout that lil project of mine involving you, our bed an' somethin' about goin' commando..." Jazz drawled, wrapping her arms around Prowl from behind. "What're my chances of success?"
Prowl smiled at Jazz. "That depends on what you have to offer."
"What 'bout all of me?" Jazz purred, reaching to dab a finger into the butter cream, bringing it to Prowl's lips.
Prowl obligingly suckled the frosting off Jazz's finger and smiled to her mate after the finger was clean. "I'd say your chances of success are quite high, then." Prowl pulled away from Jazz, dabbing a finger into the frosting and tipping it on Jazz's nose. "If you can catch me, that is."
"Hey!" Jazz laughed when Prowl suddenly threw the decorating bag and tip at her and bolted towards their bedroom. "That's cheatin'!" Jazz set the bag down and made a move to chase after her bondmate but stopped mid stride, going back to the table, reaching to take a piece of a cupcake still in the pan, popping the chocolate bread into her mouth before she resumed her chase.
She would have to go back and finish it later, after savoring a different, much tastier treat awaiting on her bedroom.