More birthdays! :)
Happy birthdays to hunterblues and tactile_contact! For Tact, I have a pair of feathered handcuffs and a TF of your choice to use them on for a whole 24 hours. (So long as it isn't Thundercracker, because I need him.) For Whirly-poo, I have...Well,
“Yeah,” I agreed quietly. “Yeah, he does need to know, Prowl. But there’s nothing that we can do about that, at least not right at this moment. I’ll try to contact him tomorrow, I promise. But right now,” I added, pulling him insistently down, so that he was laying on the recharge berth and I was laying alongside him, “you need to rest,” I finished with what I hoped was a devilish grin.
“Oh, really?” Prowl answered archly, although he submitted willingly enough to my demands. “You’re saying that now, but why do I get the sense,” he asked as I nuzzled at the side of his neck and he stroked the back of my head in silent encouragement, “that if you have your way, I won’t be getting any rest for at least the next…oh…two hours or so?” He was trying to sound annoyed, but I knew it was an act because his voice was all breathy and he gave me an encouraging look as I lifted my head to gaze into his eyes.
I stroked his cheek as I gave him my most lecherous grin.
“Because you’re just real smart that way, love,” I said. And then I kissed him, because I’d decided some time ago that I liked doing that. And then the world melted away…
…Until the intercom crackled to life and Optimus Prime’s most unwelcome voice announced that all Autobots were to report to the Control Room. Like, immediately. Groaning in disappointment, I rolled off of Prowl and thought about smashing the intercom above the recharge berth and then claiming that we didn’t hear the page because the ‘com had been inexplicably damaged. But even as the idea came to me, I knew that it wouldn’t work. One way or another, we’d be going to the Control Room, even if someone had to come in here and drag us there kicking and screaming. Optimus Prime wasn’t a guy who’d take “We’re busy, dammit!” for an answer.
Pushing myself up on one elbow, I looked down at Prowl, who looked as disgruntled as I felt.
“I demand a rain check,” I said, playfully skipping the fingers of one hand lightly down his chest.
“And I’ll make sure you get to redeem it ASAP,” Prowl promised with a soft, anticipatory smile before sitting up. After heaving a preparatory sigh and casting a wistful glance over his shoulder at me, Prowl stood and headed for the door. I followed slowly, reluctantly, wondering just how long it would really be before I’d get to use that rain check. Because as I walked out the door, I had a sinking suspicion that it wasn’t going to be anytime soon…
Oh, and for those who were interested in the fic that I mentioned yesterday... I think I might have found it, or at least some version of it. Heh. More info later today...if I have time. :) Darn work. :p
“Yeah,” I agreed quietly. “Yeah, he does need to know, Prowl. But there’s nothing that we can do about that, at least not right at this moment. I’ll try to contact him tomorrow, I promise. But right now,” I added, pulling him insistently down, so that he was laying on the recharge berth and I was laying alongside him, “you need to rest,” I finished with what I hoped was a devilish grin.
“Oh, really?” Prowl answered archly, although he submitted willingly enough to my demands. “You’re saying that now, but why do I get the sense,” he asked as I nuzzled at the side of his neck and he stroked the back of my head in silent encouragement, “that if you have your way, I won’t be getting any rest for at least the next…oh…two hours or so?” He was trying to sound annoyed, but I knew it was an act because his voice was all breathy and he gave me an encouraging look as I lifted my head to gaze into his eyes.
I stroked his cheek as I gave him my most lecherous grin.
“Because you’re just real smart that way, love,” I said. And then I kissed him, because I’d decided some time ago that I liked doing that. And then the world melted away…
…Until the intercom crackled to life and Optimus Prime’s most unwelcome voice announced that all Autobots were to report to the Control Room. Like, immediately. Groaning in disappointment, I rolled off of Prowl and thought about smashing the intercom above the recharge berth and then claiming that we didn’t hear the page because the ‘com had been inexplicably damaged. But even as the idea came to me, I knew that it wouldn’t work. One way or another, we’d be going to the Control Room, even if someone had to come in here and drag us there kicking and screaming. Optimus Prime wasn’t a guy who’d take “We’re busy, dammit!” for an answer.
Pushing myself up on one elbow, I looked down at Prowl, who looked as disgruntled as I felt.
“I demand a rain check,” I said, playfully skipping the fingers of one hand lightly down his chest.
“And I’ll make sure you get to redeem it ASAP,” Prowl promised with a soft, anticipatory smile before sitting up. After heaving a preparatory sigh and casting a wistful glance over his shoulder at me, Prowl stood and headed for the door. I followed slowly, reluctantly, wondering just how long it would really be before I’d get to use that rain check. Because as I walked out the door, I had a sinking suspicion that it wasn’t going to be anytime soon…
Oh, and for those who were interested in the fic that I mentioned yesterday... I think I might have found it, or at least some version of it. Heh. More info later today...if I have time. :) Darn work. :p