10 Orders - Don't Lie to Me
I blame vejiraziel and this picture for me joining the 10_orders comm and coming out with this fic.
Title: Nightly Rituals
Pairing/Characters: Prowl/Jazz
Prompt: Don’t Lie To Me
Rating: lets say R for nekkie females
Warnings: human femslash
Summary: Prowl and Jazz wrap up the tail end of an undercover investigation. This is a bit of crack/AU, as you will see... Not beta-ed
Prowl crossed the room and sat on the bed as she picked up the phone and keyed in the sequence of numbers that would connect her directly to Optimus Prime’s encoded comm.link frequency.
There was a bit of static on the line before the connection was made and the Autobot leader’s deep voice sounded on the other end.
// Prowl, I take it you have an update for me? //
“Yes, sir, I do.” She took a deep breath. “Since my last report, Jazz and I have managed to track down several leads to the gang responsible for the murders of the four young… streetwalkers… who were abducted from their area of work.”
She hated to use the word ‘prostitutes’. Especially after she and Jazz had met and talked to some of the women during the course of the investigation they were carrying out in Holland’s infamous red-light district.
A series of kidnappings and murders had spooked the local populace of the area, and the local police force didn’t seem too concerned about the victims to prioritise it high enough for a proper investigation. Fed up with her colleagues’ indifference, a female constable had finally contacted the Autobots for help through a friend of Jazz’s. That had been a month ago.
// That’s good news, Prowl. I trust this assignment will soon be coming to a close then? //
“I’d give it a few days at most,” Prowl replied. “Jazz is still out talking to a new witness who finally came in with some new information. We should know something soon.”
She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was a little after 10pm and she and Jazz had parted ways at the police station about an hour ago. She’d come back to the apartment ahead of her partner to nurse a slight headache while Jazz talked to the witness. The headache was long gone, but she was starting to wonder why Jazz was taking so long.
// And how have you two been holding up in the bodies? Perceptor and Wheeljack have been curious about how well Autobots could manage in human bodies should the need arise in the future. //
Prowl smiled to herself. “We have been performing in optimum condition. Jazz has taken to the body like the proverbial duck to water, and while I needed a few days for adjustment on my part, I have now grown used to it to the point where most functions now feel quite natural.”
// I’ll be sure to let our science team know. I am sorry we had to give you two female bodies though. //
“It’s quite alright, sir. I believe being of the female gender actually aided our mission here.” She ran her fingers through her silver-tinted black hair, glancing at the clock again. “And it has been a fruitful learning experience.”
// Noted, Prowl… and the humans on the police force have been treating you well I hope? //
“They have all been quite helpful, our team in particular.” And she was probably going to miss the young women and few young men they’d worked with for the last four weeks once she and Jazz went back to their Autobot bodies.
The sound of a key turning in the lock caught her attention and she looked up towards the bedroom door waiting for Jazz to come into view.
// Alright. Anything else to report? //
“Well, Jazz has just arrived home. I’ll see what she has to report and-.”
// No, you don’t need to call me back. // Prime chuckled on the other end. // I trust you and Jazz to know what you’re doing. I’ll see you two back here once you’ve finished your assignment. //
“Acknowledged. Prowl out.”
She hung up and stood, going to the door of the bedroom and looking out to the living room where Jazz stood with her back to her, taking off her boots and socks. Prowl took a moment to admire the view.
“Prime doin’ okay?”
Of course, Jazz would have heard her the minute she came to the door. Being human had done little to diminish the other’s sensitive hearing and melodic voice aside from adding a lighter note to the sound.
“He’s fine. Just asked how we were managing in these bodies,” Prowl replied.
“I hope you gave him the family-friendly answer.” Jazz chuckled and stretched, her back still to Prowl. The black t-shirt she wore hugged her body and accentuated her curves while the fitted black jeans only highlighted her slender hips and thighs even more.
“Most certainly.” Prowl smiled slightly at the sight. “Though I suspect he knows we haven’t tested these bodies in just the field alone.” She tore her gaze away and went into the kitchen to get her partner a glass of warm milk.
Jazz meanwhile headed into the bedroom, combing tangles out of her jet-black hair with her fingers and letting out a tired sigh. As she stepped into the bathroom, Prowl came back in with the glass of milk which she set down on the bedside table.
As she turned to face the bathroom, Jazz reached up to take off her black-framed blue-tinted glasses, which was when Prowl caught the barely audible wince. Frowning slightly, she crossed to the bathroom in a few steps, caught Jazz’s upper arm and turned the tanned woman around to face her.
Jazz looked slightly surprised, but didn’t pull away, instead giving her a slightly sheepish smile when she saw Prowl’s gaze linger on the darkening bruise on her left cheekbone and the small cut over her right eyebrow.
“What happened?” she asked. “I left you to talk to a witness, and you look like you went a few rounds in a boxing ring.”
“Well the witness had information that couldn’t wait. She’d spotted one of our suspects in the area, so I followed her back to where she’d last seen him and there he was. Course when he saw me, he took off, so I went after him.”
“Alone…”
Jazz gave a slight shrug. “Ehh… kinda. Told the girl to get to a phone and call our dear Constable and sic her in the right direction. I didn’t wanna lose this guy y’see, so I followed him. He took issue with that, a few blows ensued.”
Prowl sighed. “That was foolish and dangerous, Jazz. What if you’d been attacked by more than just him?”
She reached to wrap her arms around her fool-hardy partner and heard the other woman give another pained wince when her arms touched her body. Immediately Prowl pulled back and studied her, frowning more. Jazz, for her part, looked even more sheepish.
“There were more, weren’t there?” she asked.
“Well, to my credit they look worse than I do,” Jazz replied. “And back-up came quickly to help mop up the place. Even better we now know where our number one suspect might be hidin’. We’re gonna raid tomorrow evenin’.”
“That’s not the point, Jazz.”
Jazz sighed. “Prowl, stop worryin’. I’m here and I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She slid her hands under her partner’s shirt to touch the warm skin of her toned abs underneath. Slowly she raised the fabric, glad and a little relieved when Jazz didn’t protest and instead raised her arms to allow Prowl to take the top off easier. “I was worried about you. Supposing they had guns.”
“I ain’t lyin’, babe.” Jazz allowed herself to be turned around once, completely at ease with the feel of Prowl’s eyes on her body. There was some light bruising on her back and torso, but nothing more serious than that. “And they didn’t. So why’re ya worryin’ about should haves and could haves?”
Prowl met her partner’s hazel eyes. “Because by all logical estimations, you should not have come out of four-on-one fight with just a few bruises and sore muscles.”
Jazz laughed and started to take off her jeans. “Y’know me. I live t’defy logic.”
Prowl smiled a little again. “Yes, I know. Sometimes I am grateful for it. Just don’t go out of your way to do it.”
She picked up the jeans once Jazz stepped out of them and turned to step back out of the bathroom to put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, trying not to linger on the thought that the sight of a slightly roughed-up Jazz in underwear was in fact rather sexy.
Jazz meanwhile started to clean the cut over her eyebrow. There was only a thin line of blood that had long since dried, but it still stung when the wet cotton touched it. She was so absorbed with it and the rest of her nightly routine that she didn’t notice Prowl come back into the bedroom.
The fairer femme sat on the bed and crossed her legs, watching Jazz through the open bathroom door as she undressed further. It didn’t matter she’d seen this so many times before since becoming human, it always captivated her. Jazz had an incredibly athletic body with abs that no few men would kill for if they ever saw them, but she still remained slender and curvy in all the right places.
Jazz glanced back over her shoulder at her and smiled, finally noticing that she had an audience. Prowl blushed at being caught, but didn’t look away, her bright blue eyes slowly trailing down Jazz’s back, aft and legs, letting the other female know with a look just how desirable Prowl thought she was.
“Patience, babe.” The tanned woman laughed and stepped into the shower, drawing the translucent curtain closed so her body became more of a silhouette.
Prowl heard her sigh when the warm water touched her sore body and frowned again. No matter how fit and tough Jazz was, she still didn’t like the sound of her lover and bondmate in pain. Shifting, she opened a drawer in the bedside table and took out a small jar of Chinese herbal balm.
One of the other policewomen had given her that on their second day as humans when the two had showed up sore and aching in their new bodies. They’d started to use it less the more their bodies got used to the lifestyle, but Prowl figured that Jazz wouldn’t mind a little of it right now.
She looked up to see Jazz’s steam-edged silhouette run her hands over her body and the scent of peaches drifted out into the room. She was likely washing soap off, Prowl surmised, shaking her head to dispel the rather suggestive thoughts creeping into her mind about what she’d like to do to Jazz’s lovely naked and wet form right now.
“Are…” She cleared her throat. “Are you hungry?”
Jazz turned off the water and peeked through the curtain, reaching for a towel. “Not really. A little too tired t’be hungry.”
Prowl smirked. “You’re a terrible liar, Jazz.” She headed out to find her partner something to eat.
“Well, I can’t be good at everythin’ now can I?” Jazz chuckled as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around herself, her damp hair lightly brushing her tanned shoulders.
She crossed the room to pick up the glass of milk and slowly drink from it, her eyes trailing over Prowl’s lean body from over the rim of the glass as she came back in with a plate of oatmeal cookies. The extremely short black running shorts highlighted the long fair legs, while the fitted white tank top hugged curved and showed off those lovely shoulders.
“See something interesting, Jazz?” Prowl asked.
“Yup!” Jazz picked and held up a cookie before dunking it into the glass of milk and taking a bite. “Thanks.”
The other woman gave an uncharacteristic snort and poked Jazz in the side. “Cheeky fragger.”
“That’s why ya love me.” Jazz grinned and took another bite of the milk-soaked cookie, munching away happily.
“No, that is not,” Prowl retorted, but her lips twitched with a hint of a smile.
“Don’t lie to me.” Jazz threw back the line Prowl had used on her earlier. She offered Prowl a bite of the cookie, which Prowl accepted, using the opportunity to get close to Jazz and steal a kiss.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she murmured against Jazz’s lips. “Now stop talking and finish eating.”
Jazz laughed and sat on the bed with the milk and cookies while Prowl shifted behind her and started to rub her shoulders with a light but firm pressure. She sighed and shifted so she was sitting between Prowl’s legs, leaning back slightly against her bondmate.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
Prowl continued to massage her shoulders and neck while she ate and drank, occasionally pausing to place a light kiss on the exposed skin. She could feel the tension in Jazz slowly slipping away as the other woman relaxed and she started turning the rub into something a little more sensual, listening to Jazz give a soft sigh of contentment as she finished the last cookie and drained the last of the milk.
“Take that towel off and lie down for me,” she murmured into Jazz’s ear.
She reached for the balm as Jazz set the plate and glass down on the floor and stripped off the towel, hanging it over the back of a nearby chair. She unscrewed the lid while Jazz laid back on the sheets, and took a moment to run her eyes over the front of Jazz’s nude body, over her neck, breasts, torso, hips, down her thighs to the shapely calves.
Jazz watched her with an amused smile and draped her arms above her head and over the pillow. “S’not like you haven’t seen any of this before y’know.”
Prowl poked her gently. “Hush and let me enjoy my view, miscreant.” She leaned over and kissed the cut above Jazz’s right eyebrow tenderly. “Show me where it hurts?” She brushed her lips lightly over the bruise on her left cheekbone. Her fingers drew out a generous amount of balm.
“I can just sleep off the ache, Prowl.”
“I know, but I hate the thought of you in pain. Show me, please?”
Jazz relented and ran her fingertips over a few areas on her torso that ached, but didn’t have any bruising to indicate that it hurt. Prowl followed her lead, rubbing the balm gently into every sore muscle, at this point focused more on easing her pain than turning her on. She was gentle and tender, something Jazz appreciated very much.
She reached out with a hand and ran her fingers through Prowl’s hair, lightly stroking a cheekbone with a thumb and making the other femme smile as she worked, her hands creating a slight warmth where she rubbed to further relax the tense muscles.
“I’ve said it before, but thanks, Prowl.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad to do this for you.” She leaned over and kissed Jazz softly on the mouth, fingers stroking lightly over the side of her ribcage while she captured and suckled lightly on her lower lip before murmuring, “Turn over.”
“Somethin’ in mind?” Jazz did as she asked, removing her hands from under Prowl’s top where she had been stroking along her spine, and shifting to turn onto her front so her back was exposed to Prowl again.
She wrapped her arms around the pillow her head rested on and made a soft noise when she felt Prowl straddle her aft. A quiet laugh came from said Prowl and she glanced back to see her partner smiling down at her and shaking her head.
“I have a lot in mind of what I’d like to do to you,” Prowl answered. “But my first priority is to take care of you and make sure you are comfortable.”
There was a bruise on the lower right side of Jazz’s back that was darker than the others and looked like it might have come from a kick. Prowl touched it lightly with her fingertips and frowned at the wince it produced from Jazz, who opened her eyes and looked back.
“He got lucky.”
“I see that. Don’t worry about it Jazz, I’ll take care of it.” What’s done was done; Prowl knew there was no use arguing about it.
She worked on rubbing the balm into the bruises and massaging the rest of Jazz’s back, along her spine and up to her shoulder blades, listening to her bondmate sigh in relief as the pain left her.
“I’m sorry I worried you,” came Jazz’s quiet murmur.
“It’s alright, Jazz.” Prowl kissed her shoulder. “Just let me take care of you now.”
Her hands continued to rub and stroke Jazz’s back, fingertips pressing firmly into the peachy-brown flesh and feeling for the harder knots to ease out. Jazz’s skin was still warm and damp from the shower and just feeling the smoothness of it beneath her hands made Prowl squirm slightly.
Jazz shifted beneath her with a soft noise of trust and need that sent a tingle up her spine. She leaned forward and brushed Jazz’s jet-black, blue-tinted hair away from her face, kissing the rosy cheek softly. A hazel eye met hers.
“Prowl?”
“Shh… just relax, Jazz.”
“Okay.”
Prowl smiled at her and pushed back, starting to work on her shoulder-blades and nodding to herself with satisfaction when the knots loosened and eased out. She started to get more liberal with her kisses, trailing them from one shoulder to the other and then brushing her lips along Jazz’s spine as she moved back down her partner’s body.
She had just reached the small of her back and was about to run her hands over that shapely aft when she sensed a change in Jazz’s breathing. Looking up she saw that her bondmate’s eyes had closed again and her chest rose and fell slowly with each deep breath of sleep.
Blinking briefly at this sudden turn of events, Prowl laughed softly to herself and shook her head as she gazed fondly on her other half.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, she climbed off Jazz and stood, putting the balm away and taking the plate and glass to the kitchen sink - either one of them would wash it in the morning. Right now all she wanted to do was cuddle up with her lover for the night, even if she was asleep.
Coming back into the bedroom, Prowl stripped off her clothes and climbed in on the other side of the bed, gently nudging Jazz so she could free the blankets. As she lay back and pulled the covers over them, Jazz shifted in her sleep and turned so she was facing Prowl, cuddling close to her and resting her head partly on her shoulder.
Prowl gave her a wry look, but she was long used to Jazz’s quirky sleeping habits that she never took issue when Jazz decided to use any part of her body as a pillow. Instead she simply cuddled her closer, stroked her back and kissed her forehead lightly. Jazz never stirred, finally comfortable and secure.
“Sweet dreams, Jazz.”
Holding her bondmate close, she finally shut her eyes and fell asleep.
~END.
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