Pillow Talk - Jazz/Bee fluff fic
I've been in a bit of a writing drought. Haven't had time, life in the way, etc.
Was given this prompt from Jo. Jazz/Bee - Pillow
This is the result.
Pillow Talk
Bumblebee had no sooner walked into his quarters before he was met with a quiet “poof” and a slowly falling wall of feathers. Curiously, he looked into the room to find a rather dazed looking Solstice.
“Jazz?”
“Bee!” Jazz said, startled, and quickly hid the remains of whatever had contained the feathers behind his back.
“What happened?”
“Nothin’!” the other mech said, quickly.
Too quickly.
Bumblebee looked around his quarters, noticing nothing out of place, sans the still lingering feathers. That and the now missing pillow he’d recently acquired from a local store. Jazz sighed and guiltily held out the now demolished remains of the pillow.
“I’m sorry, Bee…I didn’t mean to- I…that is, um…”
The yellow mech looked on as Jazz continued to ramble, reaching to take the bits of tattered fabric from him.
“I haven’t seen you in a few days and it had your signature on it and I just wanted to…*sigh*…I really am sorry, Bee.”
Bumblebee looked at the fabric, then the mech and back to the fabric. Jazz twitched, nervously looking at his companion as if awaiting judgment. Though he had contemplated teasing the mech further, Bumblebee dropped the scraps, wrapping his arms around Jazz’s neck.
“Missed you too.” Bumblebee said, chuckling at the relief on Jazz’s features. “You didn’t have to destroy my pillow though…”
“How was I supposed to know it would spontaneously implode?” Jazz said, pouting.
“Okay then, Wheeljack-”
“Oi!”
“You get to be the one to explain to Ratchet just -how- you managed to get feathers stuck in your transformation cogs.”
Jazz gave the Camaro a pouting glare which was quickly countered by an all too amused expression. Silver shoulders drooped in defeat.
“He’s going to blow a gasket…”
“Hopefully not one of yours.” Bumblebee countered, gently pulling a tiny white feather from the area around Jazz’s communication receiver horns. “C’mon, lets get you cleaned up a bit before we see the old doc.”
Jazz willingly followed the larger mech out of the room, attempting to shake off feathers in the process.
“Oh, and Jazz…” Bumblebee called, over his shoulder.
“Yeah?” Jazz replied, stopping his shakes.
“You get to be my pillow later.”
The Solstice stood dazed for a few moments before hurrying and following the other mech out, suddenly very happy he’d had such an accident.
Was given this prompt from Jo. Jazz/Bee - Pillow
This is the result.
Pillow Talk
Bumblebee had no sooner walked into his quarters before he was met with a quiet “poof” and a slowly falling wall of feathers. Curiously, he looked into the room to find a rather dazed looking Solstice.
“Jazz?”
“Bee!” Jazz said, startled, and quickly hid the remains of whatever had contained the feathers behind his back.
“What happened?”
“Nothin’!” the other mech said, quickly.
Too quickly.
Bumblebee looked around his quarters, noticing nothing out of place, sans the still lingering feathers. That and the now missing pillow he’d recently acquired from a local store. Jazz sighed and guiltily held out the now demolished remains of the pillow.
“I’m sorry, Bee…I didn’t mean to- I…that is, um…”
The yellow mech looked on as Jazz continued to ramble, reaching to take the bits of tattered fabric from him.
“I haven’t seen you in a few days and it had your signature on it and I just wanted to…*sigh*…I really am sorry, Bee.”
Bumblebee looked at the fabric, then the mech and back to the fabric. Jazz twitched, nervously looking at his companion as if awaiting judgment. Though he had contemplated teasing the mech further, Bumblebee dropped the scraps, wrapping his arms around Jazz’s neck.
“Missed you too.” Bumblebee said, chuckling at the relief on Jazz’s features. “You didn’t have to destroy my pillow though…”
“How was I supposed to know it would spontaneously implode?” Jazz said, pouting.
“Okay then, Wheeljack-”
“Oi!”
“You get to be the one to explain to Ratchet just -how- you managed to get feathers stuck in your transformation cogs.”
Jazz gave the Camaro a pouting glare which was quickly countered by an all too amused expression. Silver shoulders drooped in defeat.
“He’s going to blow a gasket…”
“Hopefully not one of yours.” Bumblebee countered, gently pulling a tiny white feather from the area around Jazz’s communication receiver horns. “C’mon, lets get you cleaned up a bit before we see the old doc.”
Jazz willingly followed the larger mech out of the room, attempting to shake off feathers in the process.
“Oh, and Jazz…” Bumblebee called, over his shoulder.
“Yeah?” Jazz replied, stopping his shakes.
“You get to be my pillow later.”
The Solstice stood dazed for a few moments before hurrying and following the other mech out, suddenly very happy he’d had such an accident.