Title: Under a Starry Sky
Title: Under a Starry Sky
Author: Merisel
Disclaimer: The Autobots and Maggie Madsen belong to someone else.
Warning: Smut
Note: LJ cut is being difficult again. Grr
"Damn torture devices," Maggie grumbled. Wearing a brand new pair of pumps to work had been a Bad Idea, but she couldn't find the mates to her other three pairs. They could be hiding under her bed, or the sofa, or even somewhere in her closet. And thanks to a dead battery in her alarm clock, she was running late this morning and didn't have time to waste tearing her apartment apart.
Now, at the end of a long day, Maggie wearily trekked through the huge military base in search of Sunstreaker. Normally she'd call a taxi -- her own car had decided to break down last month and she'd been putting off buying a new one -- but a Lamborghini was a hell of alot faster. Not to mention cleaner.
A check of his usual haunts at the base turned up no sign of Sunstreaker, or his twin. Or any other Autobot, for that matter. Maybe another straggler's come to Earth, Maggie guessed. There'd been a few in the past couple weeks, and thankfully none as rude as Cliffjumper. That one still tossed an occasional barb her way. She always had a clever retort ready for him, refusing to take his surly demeanor personally. Like water off a duck's back, that was her motto. Sighing, Maggie gave up and started back toward the front of the base. Taxi time. She pulled out her cell phone and had just started dialing when a horn blared out right behind her.
She gasped, almost jumping out of her Blahneks, and spun around. There was a very familiar silver Solstice not five feet away, idling. "Jazz!"
The window rolled down to reveal his holo. He squinted at Maggie. "Whoa, baby! You're so bright I gotta wear shades!"
"Uh...thanks. I guess. What's up?"
"Well, since ya asked, I've been in a real funk lately. Only you can put the joy back into mah stick," he quipped.
"Jesus Christ..." She shook her head. Someone was in a goofy mood. "Seriously??"
He laughed at the look on her face. "Just kidding. Wanna ride home?"
"Yes, please!" Maggie wasted no time climbing in when the passenger door popped open for her.
The door closed and Jazz sped through the gated exit. "Go ahead and take your shoes off," he advised. "I saw ya gimping back there."
Gratefully kicking off the pumps, she flexed her toes and winced. Thank God Jazz wasn't as fastidious as some Autobots she knew. "So where is everyone? You're the only Bot I've seen around."
"Blaster sent a message that he'd be landing sometime today, so they all headed off to meet him."
"Oh." That piqued her curiosity; what would an Autobot named Blaster be like?
"I'll catch up with 'em later." Jazz shrugged, then grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Couldn't pass up the chance to help a damsel in distress."
Just how long was he watching me? Maggie wondered before responding in her best Southern accent, "Why, thank you, Sir Jazz. You truly are a knight in shining armor."
He chuckled, then asked, "You going to watch the meteor shower? Should be visible soon."
Damnit, that's tonight! She mentally face-palmed. "I'd love to, but...I just want to get home and rest my poor feet."
"Well, it just so happens I'm real good at giving massages."
"--Really?"
Jazz nodded, all seriousness. "Sure. Just ask Prowl. I also know a perfect place for you ta watch the meteors."
Now, why would a robot need a massage? Must have something to do with Jazz's hands being magnetized, she guessed. At any rate, his offer was way too tempting to refuse. "Sounds wonderful, Jazz. Thanks."
"My pleasure," he said, winking at her.
I bet! Jazz could be so outrageous.
The radio turned on, cranked up as loud as it could go. Black Betty by Ministry. Maggie only recognized it because it was currently one of Glen's favorites. Which was probably how Jazz first heard it. She wasn't sure if it could legitimately be called a song, since the lyrics were more screamed than anything else.
To her surprise, Jazz started singing the lines. And much better than Ministry's lead singer, too. "She's so rock steady. Bam-ba-Lam. And she's always ready. Bam-ba-Lam. Whoa, Black Betty. Bam-ba-Lam" It was a weirdly catchy tune, she had to admit when she caught herself singing along with him.
The Solstice's roof rolled back then. Laughing, Maggie untied her hair, letting the wind whip through it. Jazz turned the radio off once the song was over. "Hey, mind if I call ya Blonde Betty?"
Maggie gasped in feigned outrage, poking his holo in the side for good measure. "Yes!"
"Ok, ok," he snickered. "I'll just call ya Sweetheart."
Rolling her eyes, Maggie looked out the window. Jazz had taken the freeway, leaving the city behind. A drive through the country was always nice. The radio turned back on, this time playing a song by The Traveling Wilburys. His taste in music certainly ranged and wide.
After a few more miles he turned off the highway, down a dirt road and into a forest, threading his way through trees. They eventually thinned, then gave way to a clearing. Jazz slowed to a stop, the door opening for Maggie.
"Wow.. It's beautiful here." She looked around at the meadow, dotted here and there with clumps of white and blue flowers. A small stream ran through it, not far from where Jazz parked.
Jazz smiled widely. "So ya like it?"
"Like it? It should be on a postcard!" Smiling back at him, Maggie got out. Her feet immediately complained. "Ow..."
"That bad, huh? Hold on a sec." Jazz's holo was by her side before she could even think about trying to walk over to the inviting-looking water. He swept her up in his arms.
Maggie wrapped an arm around his neck, more than ready to be pampered after the day she'd had. He carried her over to the creek, setting her down at the creek's edge. Just two small steps forward, and she let out a sigh of relief. Not only was the water wonderfully cool to her sore feet, but the soft mud was equally soothing. She stood there for several minutes, enjoying the make-shift spa treatment, until the sun set and it started getting dark.
"Feelin' better now?" Jazz asked when she left the creek.
"Much better, thanks, but I stll want that massage." He had promised one, and she wasn't going to let him out of it.
"Heh. Thought you would."
Before she could take another step he scooped her up again. She made a token protest. "I can walk, Jazz."
He flashed that grin again. "I know, but you make an awfully nice armful."
"Flirt," she laughingly accused.
"You betcha!" Jazz smirked, walking over to a patch of lush, thick grass where he laid her down. "Hey, look, there's some of those meteors."
Maggie looked upward. Sure enough, bright flashes of light streaked across the night sky. Do those meteors pass by Cybertron, too? She was about to ask about that when Jazz began rubbing her feet. All thoughts flew out of her mind.
Damn, he was a fabulous masseuse! Strong, firm strokes, his fingers pressing in deep, but not enough to hurt. By the time Jazz finished massaging both feet, she'd practically melted into a puddle. Well, except for her calves. He must have sensed that, and gave those tight muscles some extra attention. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped her.. "This is heavenly."
"Heh. You're welcome, Hon'." Jazz's holo moved to stretch out next to Maggie.
"I hope none of them are Decepticons," she said, half-joking as she looked back up at the meteor shower.
"Nahh." He shook his head. "Wrong signatures."
"That's a relief." Smiling, Maggie glanced around, noticing that Jazz's car form was playing another song, quietly this time. His holo began singing it, too.
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died
Moved by the song's poignant hopefullness, Maggie quickly forgot all about the meteor shower. Do other Autobots believe that a Utopia was possible, too? Optimus Prime and Ratchet, certainly, but do the curmudgeons like Ironhide and Cliffjumper? She kept quiet and just listened. Silence filled the air when the song ended. Turning on her side, Maggie met Jazz's intense gaze. She couldn't deny that she'd found his roguish charm attractive -- not to mention that gorgeous bod he used as a proxy --- but right now, at this very moment, she felt closer to him than to anyone else in her life. Which was why, when he leaned in, she let him kiss her.
This time it was Jazz who pulled away. "--Maggie?"
She couldn't really blame him for being wary, considering all the times she'd turned him down. Well, not tonight. "Yes, Jazz," Maggie affirmed.
A smile bloomed on his face, and his eyes actually gleamed. Maggie wasn't sure what to make of that. Triumph, maybe? Was competing with Sunstreaker his motive in all this? No, she decided. That sort of crass behavior was typical of human men. Jazz wasn't human, and definitely not typical.
She half-expected him to pounced on her right then and there, but Jazz surprised her yet again and went for more kisses. Long, deep ones that made her toes curl. He really did have a lovely mouth; well-formed lips that were just the right balance between soft and firm. In fact everything about him was just perfect.
"Mm..Nice..." mumured Jazz, breaking the kiss to nibble on her left ear.
"Ah!" Maggie squealed, arms flailing.
He immediately stopped and leaned back. "What wrong?"
"That tickled," she confessed, and just knew her face was turning bright pink. Well, it wasn't her fault! She'd never had someone chew on her ear before!
"Not quite the affect I was goin' for..." Chuckling, Jazz leaned over her again, ducking his head. There was an soft snick sound. Maggie caught a glimpse of a small round object sailing through the air past his car form - which was now playing My Sharona, of all things. Five more buttons followed the first in rapid succession.
"Hey! That shirt's a Ralph Lauren!" Maggie tried to act stern, but all she could manage was a weak, lopsided frown.
Jazz snerked at her lame attempt. "I'll get ya a new one. A dozen, even."
Oh, I am SO holding you to that! Maggie silently vowed. Jazz was more careful with the rest of her clothing. The chill night air gave her skin goosebumps, but Maggie hardly noticed. All of her attention was on Jazz. She reached a hand out, trailing her fingers through his hair and down his sculpted chest. "You feel so real. Even your..." she trailed off, eyes dropping to his groin.
"My ivory skyscraper of amoré?" supplied Jazz, with a Chechire Cat grin.
For a full ten seconds all she could do was gape at him. "Oh, my God! You did NOT just call it that!"
"Too flowery, huh? How 'bout iron bar of ectasy?" he deadpanned.
"You... You're such a dork!" Maggie managed through horrified laughter.
"Aww. Ya love me," Jazz purred, laying a ravenous kiss on her. Then he put his 'iron rod' to it's proper use.
Moaning his name, Maggie wrapped her legs around Jazz's back. Iron was actually a pretty accurate description; he felt like velvet-wrapped steel inside her. And did he know how to move his hips! With each thrust she was pushed a few inches across the slick grass, and bumped her head against something hard; one of the Solstice's tires.
"Whoops. Sorry 'bout that." Jazz snaked an arm around her waist and rose to his knees, then set her down astride his thighs. "This how ya want it, Sugar? Nice and hard?" he whispered huskily next to her ear, thrusting with increased vigor.
"Uh! Give it to me, Stud!" Maggie gasped back, clinging helplessly to him. There was no way she could've lasted more than a few minutes, not with Jazz was moving like the powerful machine that he was. Her whole body shook like a leaf when she came, crying out loudly.
"Yeah... That's good, ain't it?" purred Jazz, still thrusting into her to draw her orgasms out longer.
"Oh God...Oh God..." Eyes crossing, Maggie collapsed breathlessly against his chest. She didn't need to see to know Jazz had a smug grin on his face. And with good reason. Hot damn, he's incredible! This was a perfect end to an otherwise rough day, she decided, sighing blissfully. "Mmmm. You sure know how to show a girl a good time."
"You betcha," he chuckled, playfully toying with her sun-bright curls. Jazz shifted to stretch out on the grass, Maggie draped over him like a warm, snuggly blanket. For awhile they just lay there together, basking in the afterglow. Finally, at length, he spoke. "I got some oil left, if you're up for a round two."
Why, you... Maggie buried her face in his chest to smother her laughter. If Jazz had his way, they'd be at it 'til dawn! "I appreciate the offer, but...." She yawned dramatically. "Maybe some other time."
"Okay, time to get you home," Jazz decided, and helped her to her feet. "I'll even tuck ya into bed."
"Would you, kind Sir?" She batted her eyes at him. "I'd greatly appreciate it."
Grinning, he did a perfect imitation of Rhett Butler. "It'd be my pleasure, Miss Maggie." He held out an arm, which she took, and walked her over to the Solstice.
Such a gentleman, sometimes. Maggie thought with a smile as he fetched her clothes, and even helped her inside the car/him after she'd gotten dressed. Well, a gentlemen most of the time. On the way back to her apartment she ended up falling asleep, thanks to Jazz's latest choice of music: Kenny G. Totally unfair of him.
"Yo, Maggsie." His holoform nudged her awake. "Yer home."
"Whut?" she mumbled, blinking fuzzily at him. "Comfy..."
"Heh. C'mon, Sleepin' Beauty." He walked around to the other side and scooped her out. A delicate snore was Maggie's answer. "Aww. That's cute."
She snuggled into his arms, which Jazz heartily enjoyed as he carried her up to her apartment. Luckily, there were no nosy neighbors outside to see, and the door lock was easy enough for him to open. Moments later he had her tucked into bed, as promised. "G'night, Hon'."
"Mmm..." Maggie rolled onto her side, a smile on her face.
Wondering what she was dreaming, Jazz left and headed back to base.
The End
Author: Merisel
Disclaimer: The Autobots and Maggie Madsen belong to someone else.
Warning: Smut
Note: LJ cut is being difficult again. Grr
"Damn torture devices," Maggie grumbled. Wearing a brand new pair of pumps to work had been a Bad Idea, but she couldn't find the mates to her other three pairs. They could be hiding under her bed, or the sofa, or even somewhere in her closet. And thanks to a dead battery in her alarm clock, she was running late this morning and didn't have time to waste tearing her apartment apart.
Now, at the end of a long day, Maggie wearily trekked through the huge military base in search of Sunstreaker. Normally she'd call a taxi -- her own car had decided to break down last month and she'd been putting off buying a new one -- but a Lamborghini was a hell of alot faster. Not to mention cleaner.
A check of his usual haunts at the base turned up no sign of Sunstreaker, or his twin. Or any other Autobot, for that matter. Maybe another straggler's come to Earth, Maggie guessed. There'd been a few in the past couple weeks, and thankfully none as rude as Cliffjumper. That one still tossed an occasional barb her way. She always had a clever retort ready for him, refusing to take his surly demeanor personally. Like water off a duck's back, that was her motto. Sighing, Maggie gave up and started back toward the front of the base. Taxi time. She pulled out her cell phone and had just started dialing when a horn blared out right behind her.
She gasped, almost jumping out of her Blahneks, and spun around. There was a very familiar silver Solstice not five feet away, idling. "Jazz!"
The window rolled down to reveal his holo. He squinted at Maggie. "Whoa, baby! You're so bright I gotta wear shades!"
"Uh...thanks. I guess. What's up?"
"Well, since ya asked, I've been in a real funk lately. Only you can put the joy back into mah stick," he quipped.
"Jesus Christ..." She shook her head. Someone was in a goofy mood. "Seriously??"
He laughed at the look on her face. "Just kidding. Wanna ride home?"
"Yes, please!" Maggie wasted no time climbing in when the passenger door popped open for her.
The door closed and Jazz sped through the gated exit. "Go ahead and take your shoes off," he advised. "I saw ya gimping back there."
Gratefully kicking off the pumps, she flexed her toes and winced. Thank God Jazz wasn't as fastidious as some Autobots she knew. "So where is everyone? You're the only Bot I've seen around."
"Blaster sent a message that he'd be landing sometime today, so they all headed off to meet him."
"Oh." That piqued her curiosity; what would an Autobot named Blaster be like?
"I'll catch up with 'em later." Jazz shrugged, then grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Couldn't pass up the chance to help a damsel in distress."
Just how long was he watching me? Maggie wondered before responding in her best Southern accent, "Why, thank you, Sir Jazz. You truly are a knight in shining armor."
He chuckled, then asked, "You going to watch the meteor shower? Should be visible soon."
Damnit, that's tonight! She mentally face-palmed. "I'd love to, but...I just want to get home and rest my poor feet."
"Well, it just so happens I'm real good at giving massages."
"--Really?"
Jazz nodded, all seriousness. "Sure. Just ask Prowl. I also know a perfect place for you ta watch the meteors."
Now, why would a robot need a massage? Must have something to do with Jazz's hands being magnetized, she guessed. At any rate, his offer was way too tempting to refuse. "Sounds wonderful, Jazz. Thanks."
"My pleasure," he said, winking at her.
I bet! Jazz could be so outrageous.
The radio turned on, cranked up as loud as it could go. Black Betty by Ministry. Maggie only recognized it because it was currently one of Glen's favorites. Which was probably how Jazz first heard it. She wasn't sure if it could legitimately be called a song, since the lyrics were more screamed than anything else.
To her surprise, Jazz started singing the lines. And much better than Ministry's lead singer, too. "She's so rock steady. Bam-ba-Lam. And she's always ready. Bam-ba-Lam. Whoa, Black Betty. Bam-ba-Lam" It was a weirdly catchy tune, she had to admit when she caught herself singing along with him.
The Solstice's roof rolled back then. Laughing, Maggie untied her hair, letting the wind whip through it. Jazz turned the radio off once the song was over. "Hey, mind if I call ya Blonde Betty?"
Maggie gasped in feigned outrage, poking his holo in the side for good measure. "Yes!"
"Ok, ok," he snickered. "I'll just call ya Sweetheart."
Rolling her eyes, Maggie looked out the window. Jazz had taken the freeway, leaving the city behind. A drive through the country was always nice. The radio turned back on, this time playing a song by The Traveling Wilburys. His taste in music certainly ranged and wide.
After a few more miles he turned off the highway, down a dirt road and into a forest, threading his way through trees. They eventually thinned, then gave way to a clearing. Jazz slowed to a stop, the door opening for Maggie.
"Wow.. It's beautiful here." She looked around at the meadow, dotted here and there with clumps of white and blue flowers. A small stream ran through it, not far from where Jazz parked.
Jazz smiled widely. "So ya like it?"
"Like it? It should be on a postcard!" Smiling back at him, Maggie got out. Her feet immediately complained. "Ow..."
"That bad, huh? Hold on a sec." Jazz's holo was by her side before she could even think about trying to walk over to the inviting-looking water. He swept her up in his arms.
Maggie wrapped an arm around his neck, more than ready to be pampered after the day she'd had. He carried her over to the creek, setting her down at the creek's edge. Just two small steps forward, and she let out a sigh of relief. Not only was the water wonderfully cool to her sore feet, but the soft mud was equally soothing. She stood there for several minutes, enjoying the make-shift spa treatment, until the sun set and it started getting dark.
"Feelin' better now?" Jazz asked when she left the creek.
"Much better, thanks, but I stll want that massage." He had promised one, and she wasn't going to let him out of it.
"Heh. Thought you would."
Before she could take another step he scooped her up again. She made a token protest. "I can walk, Jazz."
He flashed that grin again. "I know, but you make an awfully nice armful."
"Flirt," she laughingly accused.
"You betcha!" Jazz smirked, walking over to a patch of lush, thick grass where he laid her down. "Hey, look, there's some of those meteors."
Maggie looked upward. Sure enough, bright flashes of light streaked across the night sky. Do those meteors pass by Cybertron, too? She was about to ask about that when Jazz began rubbing her feet. All thoughts flew out of her mind.
Damn, he was a fabulous masseuse! Strong, firm strokes, his fingers pressing in deep, but not enough to hurt. By the time Jazz finished massaging both feet, she'd practically melted into a puddle. Well, except for her calves. He must have sensed that, and gave those tight muscles some extra attention. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped her.. "This is heavenly."
"Heh. You're welcome, Hon'." Jazz's holo moved to stretch out next to Maggie.
"I hope none of them are Decepticons," she said, half-joking as she looked back up at the meteor shower.
"Nahh." He shook his head. "Wrong signatures."
"That's a relief." Smiling, Maggie glanced around, noticing that Jazz's car form was playing another song, quietly this time. His holo began singing it, too.
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died
Moved by the song's poignant hopefullness, Maggie quickly forgot all about the meteor shower. Do other Autobots believe that a Utopia was possible, too? Optimus Prime and Ratchet, certainly, but do the curmudgeons like Ironhide and Cliffjumper? She kept quiet and just listened. Silence filled the air when the song ended. Turning on her side, Maggie met Jazz's intense gaze. She couldn't deny that she'd found his roguish charm attractive -- not to mention that gorgeous bod he used as a proxy --- but right now, at this very moment, she felt closer to him than to anyone else in her life. Which was why, when he leaned in, she let him kiss her.
This time it was Jazz who pulled away. "--Maggie?"
She couldn't really blame him for being wary, considering all the times she'd turned him down. Well, not tonight. "Yes, Jazz," Maggie affirmed.
A smile bloomed on his face, and his eyes actually gleamed. Maggie wasn't sure what to make of that. Triumph, maybe? Was competing with Sunstreaker his motive in all this? No, she decided. That sort of crass behavior was typical of human men. Jazz wasn't human, and definitely not typical.
She half-expected him to pounced on her right then and there, but Jazz surprised her yet again and went for more kisses. Long, deep ones that made her toes curl. He really did have a lovely mouth; well-formed lips that were just the right balance between soft and firm. In fact everything about him was just perfect.
"Mm..Nice..." mumured Jazz, breaking the kiss to nibble on her left ear.
"Ah!" Maggie squealed, arms flailing.
He immediately stopped and leaned back. "What wrong?"
"That tickled," she confessed, and just knew her face was turning bright pink. Well, it wasn't her fault! She'd never had someone chew on her ear before!
"Not quite the affect I was goin' for..." Chuckling, Jazz leaned over her again, ducking his head. There was an soft snick sound. Maggie caught a glimpse of a small round object sailing through the air past his car form - which was now playing My Sharona, of all things. Five more buttons followed the first in rapid succession.
"Hey! That shirt's a Ralph Lauren!" Maggie tried to act stern, but all she could manage was a weak, lopsided frown.
Jazz snerked at her lame attempt. "I'll get ya a new one. A dozen, even."
Oh, I am SO holding you to that! Maggie silently vowed. Jazz was more careful with the rest of her clothing. The chill night air gave her skin goosebumps, but Maggie hardly noticed. All of her attention was on Jazz. She reached a hand out, trailing her fingers through his hair and down his sculpted chest. "You feel so real. Even your..." she trailed off, eyes dropping to his groin.
"My ivory skyscraper of amoré?" supplied Jazz, with a Chechire Cat grin.
For a full ten seconds all she could do was gape at him. "Oh, my God! You did NOT just call it that!"
"Too flowery, huh? How 'bout iron bar of ectasy?" he deadpanned.
"You... You're such a dork!" Maggie managed through horrified laughter.
"Aww. Ya love me," Jazz purred, laying a ravenous kiss on her. Then he put his 'iron rod' to it's proper use.
Moaning his name, Maggie wrapped her legs around Jazz's back. Iron was actually a pretty accurate description; he felt like velvet-wrapped steel inside her. And did he know how to move his hips! With each thrust she was pushed a few inches across the slick grass, and bumped her head against something hard; one of the Solstice's tires.
"Whoops. Sorry 'bout that." Jazz snaked an arm around her waist and rose to his knees, then set her down astride his thighs. "This how ya want it, Sugar? Nice and hard?" he whispered huskily next to her ear, thrusting with increased vigor.
"Uh! Give it to me, Stud!" Maggie gasped back, clinging helplessly to him. There was no way she could've lasted more than a few minutes, not with Jazz was moving like the powerful machine that he was. Her whole body shook like a leaf when she came, crying out loudly.
"Yeah... That's good, ain't it?" purred Jazz, still thrusting into her to draw her orgasms out longer.
"Oh God...Oh God..." Eyes crossing, Maggie collapsed breathlessly against his chest. She didn't need to see to know Jazz had a smug grin on his face. And with good reason. Hot damn, he's incredible! This was a perfect end to an otherwise rough day, she decided, sighing blissfully. "Mmmm. You sure know how to show a girl a good time."
"You betcha," he chuckled, playfully toying with her sun-bright curls. Jazz shifted to stretch out on the grass, Maggie draped over him like a warm, snuggly blanket. For awhile they just lay there together, basking in the afterglow. Finally, at length, he spoke. "I got some oil left, if you're up for a round two."
Why, you... Maggie buried her face in his chest to smother her laughter. If Jazz had his way, they'd be at it 'til dawn! "I appreciate the offer, but...." She yawned dramatically. "Maybe some other time."
"Okay, time to get you home," Jazz decided, and helped her to her feet. "I'll even tuck ya into bed."
"Would you, kind Sir?" She batted her eyes at him. "I'd greatly appreciate it."
Grinning, he did a perfect imitation of Rhett Butler. "It'd be my pleasure, Miss Maggie." He held out an arm, which she took, and walked her over to the Solstice.
Such a gentleman, sometimes. Maggie thought with a smile as he fetched her clothes, and even helped her inside the car/him after she'd gotten dressed. Well, a gentlemen most of the time. On the way back to her apartment she ended up falling asleep, thanks to Jazz's latest choice of music: Kenny G. Totally unfair of him.
"Yo, Maggsie." His holoform nudged her awake. "Yer home."
"Whut?" she mumbled, blinking fuzzily at him. "Comfy..."
"Heh. C'mon, Sleepin' Beauty." He walked around to the other side and scooped her out. A delicate snore was Maggie's answer. "Aww. That's cute."
She snuggled into his arms, which Jazz heartily enjoyed as he carried her up to her apartment. Luckily, there were no nosy neighbors outside to see, and the door lock was easy enough for him to open. Moments later he had her tucked into bed, as promised. "G'night, Hon'."
"Mmm..." Maggie rolled onto her side, a smile on her face.
Wondering what she was dreaming, Jazz left and headed back to base.
The End