For the May PJ challenge! And I need sleeps.
Title: The Color of Touch - Blue Velvet (Part 1 out of 6)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluffyness and Carly playing Bridezilla.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Carly, mention of Red Alert and Spike.
Prompt: For the May Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community. "Six very sexy fabrics - velvet."
Notes: This one turned far longer than I originally intended and focused a bit too much in a certain pair of squishies' wedding, but eeeh... my brain refuses to cooperate any further for this fabric. Here's hoping Satin and Silk will be more cooperative. This piece is G1.
This is the song Jazz is driving everyone in the Ark crazy with, and from which I sucked inspiration. Blue Velvet
Not Beta'ed so feel free to correct me.
"It's blue."
"It's violet."
"It's blue."
"I'm telling you, Sunny, it's violet."
"What in Primus' name is going on here?" Prowl asked as he stepped into the recreation room, watching the Lamborghini twins argue about the contents of a large wooden box.
"Sunny and I am arguing about the color of these things," Sideswipe replied and pulled up a large faux rose bud made of some kind of fabric. "Sunny insists it's blue and I say It's violet."
"It's blue, moron," Sunstreaker muttered angrily.
The police cruiser raised an optic ridge and took the rose bud between two fingers to get a better look at it. "It's indigo."
Both Lamborghinis stared at him without uttering a single word for what seemed like an eternity. "Indigo?" Sunstreaker asked finally.
"Indigo is the color on the electromagnetic spectrum between about 420 and 450 nm in wavelength, placing it between blue and violet."
Once again the twins stared at him in complete silence, until Sideswipe finally spoke, "I think you lost me, Prowl."
The Datsun sighed heavily and placed the faux bud in the box once more. "It's not a color many people recognize as one, and scientists haven't really assigned it a category like blue, red, or purple."
After another long silence Prowl shook his head, scanning through the box's contents, "What are you two doing with all these things?"
"You know Carly and Spike want us to attend to their wedding and have their reception here, right?" Sunstreaker asked and picked a far smaller, fully blossomed velvet rose in a beautiful cream shade and, using a small instrument Prowl couldn't quite identify, began to put together a corsage.
"Carly wants us to decorate the recreation room with all these things. She had them custom made to this size so we could actually decorate." Sideswipe picked another of the large buds and arranged it into the assortment he had been working on before his discussion with Sunstreaker.
"I see," Prowl said softly and reached to brush a finger tip along one of the open petals of a lavender bud, feeling the soft texture of the material. "I'll leave you two to your work. Just make sure to clean your mess."
"You offend me, Prowl! We're not that messy!" Sideswipe gasped in mock hurt but waved good bye to the retreating tactician, and returned his attention to the arrangements he was putting together.
The Datsun headed for his office and retrieved a data pad containing lists of supplies, permissions, and other arrangements that had to be cleared for the upcoming wedding. Clearing security with Red Alert for most of the required supplies had been an epic effort, even if the security director had a soft spot for Carly.
The Autobot tactician heaved a sigh and reviewed the lists to see what things were still pending.
"Hey, Prowler, have ya seen my headphones?" Jazz asked even before the door had opened fully, squeezing his form through the opening. "I can't find 'em in our quarters, an' I already trashed the place lookin' for them."
Prowl couldn't hold back a wince as the image of the possible state of disarray of their private quarters waltzed across his CPU. Shaking his head the tactician pushed his chair away a little and opened one of the drawers of his desk, sorting carefully through the items contained within in search of the accursed headphones.
The saboteur leaned against the desk while his mate looked through the contents of the drawers, and picked the data pad Prowl had been reading. "An' here I thought Carly and Spike wanted a small, private wedding." Jazz chuckled softly, reading through the list of items that had to be acquired, the arrangements that had to be made, the route to take for the bridal party, and a long list of other things to be done. Jazz didn't envy his mate's job one bit.
"Here," Prowl muttered as he handed over the custom made headphones his mate favored so much. Even if he still couldn't see why Jazz would bother with such piece of technology when there were other more efficient means for the Porsche to listen music without disturbing their neighbors, Prowl was happy to humor his mate's tastes and made sure to store the forgotten device carefully.
"Thanks, Prowler, I owe ya one! Mirage threatened bodily harm if I didn't change the song or turned the volume down," the Porsche replied cheerfully and leaned in to give his mate a quick peck on the lips. "Don't work too hard now."
"I won't." the tactician smiled a little and watched the saboteur leave his office happily before he turned his attention back to his work.
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Prowl sighed softly and entered the access code to his and his mate's quarters, feeling unusually exhausted after dealing with calls back and forth with an unholy amount of humans, then relay the information to Carly and Spike, and arrange meetings. Now he knew why wedding planners charged so much for their services, especially when human providers had a thing for being unreliable when it came to things such as weddings.
As the Datsun stepped into the room he was greeted with the image of Jazz dancing around the room to the beat of a melody barely muffled by the headphones he wore. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and sneaked carefully behind the dancing saboteur, wrapping his arms around his midriff. Prowl couldn't help but laugh softly when Jazz jumped a little in surprise and removed the headphones. "Sneaky, aren't ya?"
"Designation Prowl, remember?" Prowl chuckled and pulled the saboteur closer. "Besides, you were so distracted I could have waltzed in with a circus on my wake and you wouldn't have noticed."
"Sorry, I can't help it," Jazz replied sheepishly and turned off his music player. "Blue Velvet's just too good."
"It must be. You've been listening to it almost non stop for weeks now." the Datsun nuzzled his mate's neck and trailed a finger along the headphone's cord, twirling that white finger around it, and tugged gently to unplug the headset off his mate's music player.
Jazz grinned and tossed the device into the nearby desk, "Ya look like slag,"
"You look wonderful, too, Jazz," Prowl muttered softly, nuzzling his lover's neck some more.
"Get in the wash rack, Prowler, I'll go get ya some energon." the Porsche extracted himself off his lover's embrace but touched his fingertips to the tactician's cheek.
"All right," Prowl murmured and kissed the saboteur's fingers gently. Jazz smiled warmly and made his way out of the room, humming softly the melody he had been listening to prior to Prowl's arrival.
The tactician watched his mate go and smiled a little to himself, making his way to their private wash rack. No sooner had he stepped under the spray of cleaning solution, an incoming call claimed his attention. "Good evening, Carly. Can I help you?"
"Prowl, we have a problem."
The tactician held back a heavy sigh, "What's the problem?"
"I didn't order an assortment of blue velvet roses for the decorations, Prowl. I ordered white, cream and lavender."
"I see. Did you call the shop yet?"
"I did, but they swear the order indicated blue roses instead of lavender."
Prowl rubbed the bridge of his nose and powered down his optics. He could be a very patient mech, but even Carly in bride mode and not very helpful human providers were beginning to take their toll on him. "I'll call the shop tomorrow again and pick the new order myself. Is there anything you'd like me to do with the unwanted roses?"
"Other than making a bouquet for one of you guys, or boutonnieres to wear at the wedding, I can't think of anything."
"All right, I'll think of something. Need anything else?" Prowl asked curtly and leaned heavily against the wall of the rack.
"Nope, that's it. Thanks Prowl! Good night!"
"You're welcome, Carly. Have a good night yourself." the Datsun heaved a sigh and reached for the wash cloth.
"Bridezilla strikes back?" Jazz smiled sympathetically as he came into the room, taking the wash cloth from his mate's hands.
"Bridezilla?" Prowl raised an optic ridge.
"Carly," the Porsche chuckled and instructed his mate to move a little closer, and began to wash him over. "After this an' some energon we're goin' straight for that recharge berth."
Prowl merely nodded and allowed his mate to wash his frame, relaxing into the saboteur's loving attentions. "I like that plan."
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The next day, Prowl awaited outside the party favors shop. Carly insisted to go with him to make sure the roses were the exact shade she specified. Moments later the human girl came out of the shop, carrying a couple of large cardboard boxes.
"I trust they got your order right this time?" Prowl opened the door to his passenger's seat to allow the human girl to set her cargo in the seat.
"Yes, they got them right this time. Apparently they mixed up the orders, so, they didn't charge me for this batch. Though, since they have no use for the other roses, they're ours to keep." Carly smiled happily and dusted her hands off once she secured the boxes and handbag in Prowl's seat.
"I see," Prowl opened the door to his driver's seat and instructed the girl to secure her own seat belt out of habit. "If you don't mind me asking. What was wrong with blue roses?"
"Well, I didn't want blue roses among the decorations. Besides, those blue roses clash horribly with the creams and whites of the other buds."
It didn't take long for Prowl to regret asking that question. Carly was still explaining why the blue roses were a problem by the time they were back at the Ark.
"You've decided what are you going to do with the roses?" Carly asked as she began to unload the boxes.
"I'm afraid I have not had the time to think about it." Prowl transformed and picked up the boxes, and escorted the girl to the recreation room where she intended to submit Sideswipe and Sunstreaker to her tender mercies and direct the decorating efforts.
"Well, you could always make a bouquet and give it to Jazz," the girl said with a sly smile.
"What for?"
Carly shrugged but her smile never left her face, "No reason. You can just give him something because you feel like it. You know, something spontaneous to remind him he's special for you?"
"A bouquet of blue velvet roses? I think he'd appreciate something else, like a new music player, or a new movie to watch."
"Prowl, some gifts don't have to be practical to be meaningful. Sometimes the smallest, most impractical or useless things can mean the world to someone you care for." Carly smiled and searched for something in her handbag. Extracting a small address book, she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "See? A poem in a piece of note book paper and a dried up rose. A poem, I may add, Spike didn't even write himself."
"I see," Prowl shook his head lightly but smiled a little.
"Besides, I think blue suits Jazz."
"How so?" Prowl asked with genuine interest.
"Blue is a color humans associate with calm, peacefulness, sincerity, and it's soothing. Some shades also represent affection."
"Jazz? Calm and peaceful?" Prowl couldn't help but sound incredulous.
Carly shook her head and patted the Datsun's leg with a knowing smile. "Jazz is an energetic mech, yes, but see who he choose as his mate."
Prowl raised an optic ridge, "I... see."
"Think about it, Prowl." Carly winked and remained quiet for the rest of the walk to the recreation room.
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Jazz hummed happily as he made his way down the halls of the Ark towards his and Prowl's quarters. Stopping every now and then to greet the mechs he passed by, and grab a few cubes of energon, the Porsche hummed a little louder while he keyed the door of his quarter's open.
"Home, sweet home," Jazz murmured contently and looked around as he walked into the room, knowing Prowl wouldn't be back for another hour or two, engaged in what Jazz could only describe as a titanic battle of wills with Red Alert to clear more security issues about the upcoming wedding.
The saboteur double checked his copy of the day's schedule, and smiled to himself -- Mirage and Hound were out in patrol, which meant he could indulge playing his favorite song of the moment out loud without disturbing the neighbors.
Turning his player on and picking a cube of energon, the Porsche headed for the berth he shared with his lover, and stopped cold in his tracks when something laying in the recharging platform caught his optics. When Jazz identified the object as a bouquet of blue roses he quirked an optic ridge behind his visor.
Sitting in the edge of the berth, Jazz reached to pick the arrangement of transformers sized faux flowers, plucking a card out of the assortment of roses, reading out loud, "'Dramatic like blue velvet.'"
Jazz smiled and set the card down, driving his attention back to the faux roses that composed the bouquet, brushing a fingertip along one of the petals, taking in the softness of the material. The preternaturally sensitive finger tips picked up each little thread, each gentle dip and curve that gave each petal its particular shape.
Jazz moved to lay half sitting on the berth, unconsciously turning the volume of his player down while he brushed his fingers over the beautiful faux buds and roses in full bloom, losing himself to the feeling of the fabric. Touching with his hands and fingers, eventually leaning his face against the delicate faux flowers, brushing his cheeks, nose and lips against the soft surface. The feeling reminded him so much of Prowl's own touch, and of his touch over the tactician.
"Who would have thought you had it in ya, Prowler?" Jazz chuckled softly and leaned better against the berth, admiring the beautiful bouquet.
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The feeling of a body pressing against his own and a pair of arms wrapping around his middle forced Jazz to look over his shoulder and power up his optics a little. "Hi, there."
"Hi," Prowl murmured and brushed his cheek against one of the horns protruding from Jazz's helm. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"S'ok, I didn't intend t'recharge, so soon." Jazz smiled to his mate and shivered a little under the gentle affection to his sensitive horn. "So, 'Dramatic like blue velvet'?" the Porsche smiled and raised the bouquet he still held in his hands.
"Seemed fitting to me," the Datsun replied softly.
"Very thoughtful of ya," Jazz set the bouquet aside in a nearby table next to his untouched cube of energon. "Thank you."
Prowl nodded and reached over his mate's body to pluck one of the buds off the arrangement, brushing his lip components against the soft velvet composing the flower.
"It feels nice, don't ya think?" Jazz asked and turned around a bit to lean better against his lover.
"It does," Prowl replied softly and brushed the tip of the bud against Jazz's lips, lowering it as he leaned in to brush his own lip components against the Porsche's. "But it can't compare to the feeling of those lips of yours." With that said, the Datsun smiled and leaned in, kissing his mate softly.
Jazz smiled against Prowl's lips and kissed back. Jazz had to admit not even the finest velvet could compare to the feeling of the tactician's own lips.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluffyness and Carly playing Bridezilla.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Carly, mention of Red Alert and Spike.
Prompt: For the May Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community. "Six very sexy fabrics - velvet."
Notes: This one turned far longer than I originally intended and focused a bit too much in a certain pair of squishies' wedding, but eeeh... my brain refuses to cooperate any further for this fabric. Here's hoping Satin and Silk will be more cooperative. This piece is G1.
This is the song Jazz is driving everyone in the Ark crazy with, and from which I sucked inspiration. Blue Velvet
Not Beta'ed so feel free to correct me.
"It's blue."
"It's violet."
"It's blue."
"I'm telling you, Sunny, it's violet."
"What in Primus' name is going on here?" Prowl asked as he stepped into the recreation room, watching the Lamborghini twins argue about the contents of a large wooden box.
"Sunny and I am arguing about the color of these things," Sideswipe replied and pulled up a large faux rose bud made of some kind of fabric. "Sunny insists it's blue and I say It's violet."
"It's blue, moron," Sunstreaker muttered angrily.
The police cruiser raised an optic ridge and took the rose bud between two fingers to get a better look at it. "It's indigo."
Both Lamborghinis stared at him without uttering a single word for what seemed like an eternity. "Indigo?" Sunstreaker asked finally.
"Indigo is the color on the electromagnetic spectrum between about 420 and 450 nm in wavelength, placing it between blue and violet."
Once again the twins stared at him in complete silence, until Sideswipe finally spoke, "I think you lost me, Prowl."
The Datsun sighed heavily and placed the faux bud in the box once more. "It's not a color many people recognize as one, and scientists haven't really assigned it a category like blue, red, or purple."
After another long silence Prowl shook his head, scanning through the box's contents, "What are you two doing with all these things?"
"You know Carly and Spike want us to attend to their wedding and have their reception here, right?" Sunstreaker asked and picked a far smaller, fully blossomed velvet rose in a beautiful cream shade and, using a small instrument Prowl couldn't quite identify, began to put together a corsage.
"Carly wants us to decorate the recreation room with all these things. She had them custom made to this size so we could actually decorate." Sideswipe picked another of the large buds and arranged it into the assortment he had been working on before his discussion with Sunstreaker.
"I see," Prowl said softly and reached to brush a finger tip along one of the open petals of a lavender bud, feeling the soft texture of the material. "I'll leave you two to your work. Just make sure to clean your mess."
"You offend me, Prowl! We're not that messy!" Sideswipe gasped in mock hurt but waved good bye to the retreating tactician, and returned his attention to the arrangements he was putting together.
The Datsun headed for his office and retrieved a data pad containing lists of supplies, permissions, and other arrangements that had to be cleared for the upcoming wedding. Clearing security with Red Alert for most of the required supplies had been an epic effort, even if the security director had a soft spot for Carly.
The Autobot tactician heaved a sigh and reviewed the lists to see what things were still pending.
"Hey, Prowler, have ya seen my headphones?" Jazz asked even before the door had opened fully, squeezing his form through the opening. "I can't find 'em in our quarters, an' I already trashed the place lookin' for them."
Prowl couldn't hold back a wince as the image of the possible state of disarray of their private quarters waltzed across his CPU. Shaking his head the tactician pushed his chair away a little and opened one of the drawers of his desk, sorting carefully through the items contained within in search of the accursed headphones.
The saboteur leaned against the desk while his mate looked through the contents of the drawers, and picked the data pad Prowl had been reading. "An' here I thought Carly and Spike wanted a small, private wedding." Jazz chuckled softly, reading through the list of items that had to be acquired, the arrangements that had to be made, the route to take for the bridal party, and a long list of other things to be done. Jazz didn't envy his mate's job one bit.
"Here," Prowl muttered as he handed over the custom made headphones his mate favored so much. Even if he still couldn't see why Jazz would bother with such piece of technology when there were other more efficient means for the Porsche to listen music without disturbing their neighbors, Prowl was happy to humor his mate's tastes and made sure to store the forgotten device carefully.
"Thanks, Prowler, I owe ya one! Mirage threatened bodily harm if I didn't change the song or turned the volume down," the Porsche replied cheerfully and leaned in to give his mate a quick peck on the lips. "Don't work too hard now."
"I won't." the tactician smiled a little and watched the saboteur leave his office happily before he turned his attention back to his work.
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Prowl sighed softly and entered the access code to his and his mate's quarters, feeling unusually exhausted after dealing with calls back and forth with an unholy amount of humans, then relay the information to Carly and Spike, and arrange meetings. Now he knew why wedding planners charged so much for their services, especially when human providers had a thing for being unreliable when it came to things such as weddings.
As the Datsun stepped into the room he was greeted with the image of Jazz dancing around the room to the beat of a melody barely muffled by the headphones he wore. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and sneaked carefully behind the dancing saboteur, wrapping his arms around his midriff. Prowl couldn't help but laugh softly when Jazz jumped a little in surprise and removed the headphones. "Sneaky, aren't ya?"
"Designation Prowl, remember?" Prowl chuckled and pulled the saboteur closer. "Besides, you were so distracted I could have waltzed in with a circus on my wake and you wouldn't have noticed."
"Sorry, I can't help it," Jazz replied sheepishly and turned off his music player. "Blue Velvet's just too good."
"It must be. You've been listening to it almost non stop for weeks now." the Datsun nuzzled his mate's neck and trailed a finger along the headphone's cord, twirling that white finger around it, and tugged gently to unplug the headset off his mate's music player.
Jazz grinned and tossed the device into the nearby desk, "Ya look like slag,"
"You look wonderful, too, Jazz," Prowl muttered softly, nuzzling his lover's neck some more.
"Get in the wash rack, Prowler, I'll go get ya some energon." the Porsche extracted himself off his lover's embrace but touched his fingertips to the tactician's cheek.
"All right," Prowl murmured and kissed the saboteur's fingers gently. Jazz smiled warmly and made his way out of the room, humming softly the melody he had been listening to prior to Prowl's arrival.
The tactician watched his mate go and smiled a little to himself, making his way to their private wash rack. No sooner had he stepped under the spray of cleaning solution, an incoming call claimed his attention. "Good evening, Carly. Can I help you?"
"Prowl, we have a problem."
The tactician held back a heavy sigh, "What's the problem?"
"I didn't order an assortment of blue velvet roses for the decorations, Prowl. I ordered white, cream and lavender."
"I see. Did you call the shop yet?"
"I did, but they swear the order indicated blue roses instead of lavender."
Prowl rubbed the bridge of his nose and powered down his optics. He could be a very patient mech, but even Carly in bride mode and not very helpful human providers were beginning to take their toll on him. "I'll call the shop tomorrow again and pick the new order myself. Is there anything you'd like me to do with the unwanted roses?"
"Other than making a bouquet for one of you guys, or boutonnieres to wear at the wedding, I can't think of anything."
"All right, I'll think of something. Need anything else?" Prowl asked curtly and leaned heavily against the wall of the rack.
"Nope, that's it. Thanks Prowl! Good night!"
"You're welcome, Carly. Have a good night yourself." the Datsun heaved a sigh and reached for the wash cloth.
"Bridezilla strikes back?" Jazz smiled sympathetically as he came into the room, taking the wash cloth from his mate's hands.
"Bridezilla?" Prowl raised an optic ridge.
"Carly," the Porsche chuckled and instructed his mate to move a little closer, and began to wash him over. "After this an' some energon we're goin' straight for that recharge berth."
Prowl merely nodded and allowed his mate to wash his frame, relaxing into the saboteur's loving attentions. "I like that plan."
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The next day, Prowl awaited outside the party favors shop. Carly insisted to go with him to make sure the roses were the exact shade she specified. Moments later the human girl came out of the shop, carrying a couple of large cardboard boxes.
"I trust they got your order right this time?" Prowl opened the door to his passenger's seat to allow the human girl to set her cargo in the seat.
"Yes, they got them right this time. Apparently they mixed up the orders, so, they didn't charge me for this batch. Though, since they have no use for the other roses, they're ours to keep." Carly smiled happily and dusted her hands off once she secured the boxes and handbag in Prowl's seat.
"I see," Prowl opened the door to his driver's seat and instructed the girl to secure her own seat belt out of habit. "If you don't mind me asking. What was wrong with blue roses?"
"Well, I didn't want blue roses among the decorations. Besides, those blue roses clash horribly with the creams and whites of the other buds."
It didn't take long for Prowl to regret asking that question. Carly was still explaining why the blue roses were a problem by the time they were back at the Ark.
"You've decided what are you going to do with the roses?" Carly asked as she began to unload the boxes.
"I'm afraid I have not had the time to think about it." Prowl transformed and picked up the boxes, and escorted the girl to the recreation room where she intended to submit Sideswipe and Sunstreaker to her tender mercies and direct the decorating efforts.
"Well, you could always make a bouquet and give it to Jazz," the girl said with a sly smile.
"What for?"
Carly shrugged but her smile never left her face, "No reason. You can just give him something because you feel like it. You know, something spontaneous to remind him he's special for you?"
"A bouquet of blue velvet roses? I think he'd appreciate something else, like a new music player, or a new movie to watch."
"Prowl, some gifts don't have to be practical to be meaningful. Sometimes the smallest, most impractical or useless things can mean the world to someone you care for." Carly smiled and searched for something in her handbag. Extracting a small address book, she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "See? A poem in a piece of note book paper and a dried up rose. A poem, I may add, Spike didn't even write himself."
"I see," Prowl shook his head lightly but smiled a little.
"Besides, I think blue suits Jazz."
"How so?" Prowl asked with genuine interest.
"Blue is a color humans associate with calm, peacefulness, sincerity, and it's soothing. Some shades also represent affection."
"Jazz? Calm and peaceful?" Prowl couldn't help but sound incredulous.
Carly shook her head and patted the Datsun's leg with a knowing smile. "Jazz is an energetic mech, yes, but see who he choose as his mate."
Prowl raised an optic ridge, "I... see."
"Think about it, Prowl." Carly winked and remained quiet for the rest of the walk to the recreation room.
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Jazz hummed happily as he made his way down the halls of the Ark towards his and Prowl's quarters. Stopping every now and then to greet the mechs he passed by, and grab a few cubes of energon, the Porsche hummed a little louder while he keyed the door of his quarter's open.
"Home, sweet home," Jazz murmured contently and looked around as he walked into the room, knowing Prowl wouldn't be back for another hour or two, engaged in what Jazz could only describe as a titanic battle of wills with Red Alert to clear more security issues about the upcoming wedding.
The saboteur double checked his copy of the day's schedule, and smiled to himself -- Mirage and Hound were out in patrol, which meant he could indulge playing his favorite song of the moment out loud without disturbing the neighbors.
Turning his player on and picking a cube of energon, the Porsche headed for the berth he shared with his lover, and stopped cold in his tracks when something laying in the recharging platform caught his optics. When Jazz identified the object as a bouquet of blue roses he quirked an optic ridge behind his visor.
Sitting in the edge of the berth, Jazz reached to pick the arrangement of transformers sized faux flowers, plucking a card out of the assortment of roses, reading out loud, "'Dramatic like blue velvet.'"
Jazz smiled and set the card down, driving his attention back to the faux roses that composed the bouquet, brushing a fingertip along one of the petals, taking in the softness of the material. The preternaturally sensitive finger tips picked up each little thread, each gentle dip and curve that gave each petal its particular shape.
Jazz moved to lay half sitting on the berth, unconsciously turning the volume of his player down while he brushed his fingers over the beautiful faux buds and roses in full bloom, losing himself to the feeling of the fabric. Touching with his hands and fingers, eventually leaning his face against the delicate faux flowers, brushing his cheeks, nose and lips against the soft surface. The feeling reminded him so much of Prowl's own touch, and of his touch over the tactician.
"Who would have thought you had it in ya, Prowler?" Jazz chuckled softly and leaned better against the berth, admiring the beautiful bouquet.
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The feeling of a body pressing against his own and a pair of arms wrapping around his middle forced Jazz to look over his shoulder and power up his optics a little. "Hi, there."
"Hi," Prowl murmured and brushed his cheek against one of the horns protruding from Jazz's helm. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"S'ok, I didn't intend t'recharge, so soon." Jazz smiled to his mate and shivered a little under the gentle affection to his sensitive horn. "So, 'Dramatic like blue velvet'?" the Porsche smiled and raised the bouquet he still held in his hands.
"Seemed fitting to me," the Datsun replied softly.
"Very thoughtful of ya," Jazz set the bouquet aside in a nearby table next to his untouched cube of energon. "Thank you."
Prowl nodded and reached over his mate's body to pluck one of the buds off the arrangement, brushing his lip components against the soft velvet composing the flower.
"It feels nice, don't ya think?" Jazz asked and turned around a bit to lean better against his lover.
"It does," Prowl replied softly and brushed the tip of the bud against Jazz's lips, lowering it as he leaned in to brush his own lip components against the Porsche's. "But it can't compare to the feeling of those lips of yours." With that said, the Datsun smiled and leaned in, kissing his mate softly.
Jazz smiled against Prowl's lips and kissed back. Jazz had to admit not even the finest velvet could compare to the feeling of the tactician's own lips.