Together
pjlover commented that she'd like to see more of this 'verse... and hey, it's an excuse for more shameless P/J fluff, so who was I to refuse the bunnies?
Title: Together
Rating: K
Continuity: G1
Jazz vented again as his bondmate's arm curled tighter around him. It wasn't like he didn't like recharging with Prowl - he loved it, actually. Waking up to the soft warmth of his love, wrapped around each other...
He just wished that Prowl could choose some more conventional places to recharge.
Because, as much as he liked waking up with Prowl...
Well, having a slightly amused, mostly frustrated Prime staring down at him as he came out of recharge kinda ruined the whole “romantic atmosphere” thing.
“Prowler,” Jazz said, nudging the recharging Praxian.
Prowl rumbled his engine once before he tightened his grip - again.
“Prowler. C'mon. 'S time t' get up.”
“No.”
“Yes. C'mon. Th' Prime needs his desk back.”
“Don'-”
“If ya say 'don' wanna,' Prowl, Ah'm gonna elbow ya. In th' doorwing.”
Finally, the Praxian cracked a golden optic and peered up at the Prime. After a moment of staring, he vented, slumped, then deftly pulled himself and his bondmate to their pedes. “Fine.”
Jazz sighed as he was led - dragged - from the room, tossing a two-fingered salute over his shoulder.
The Prime just watched as his Second and Third left, a small smile on his face, and considered ordering Grapple to make a desk for their room that they could recharge under, instead of taking up his.
Title: Together
Rating: K
Continuity: G1
Jazz vented again as his bondmate's arm curled tighter around him. It wasn't like he didn't like recharging with Prowl - he loved it, actually. Waking up to the soft warmth of his love, wrapped around each other...
He just wished that Prowl could choose some more conventional places to recharge.
Because, as much as he liked waking up with Prowl...
Well, having a slightly amused, mostly frustrated Prime staring down at him as he came out of recharge kinda ruined the whole “romantic atmosphere” thing.
“Prowler,” Jazz said, nudging the recharging Praxian.
Prowl rumbled his engine once before he tightened his grip - again.
“Prowler. C'mon. 'S time t' get up.”
“No.”
“Yes. C'mon. Th' Prime needs his desk back.”
“Don'-”
“If ya say 'don' wanna,' Prowl, Ah'm gonna elbow ya. In th' doorwing.”
Finally, the Praxian cracked a golden optic and peered up at the Prime. After a moment of staring, he vented, slumped, then deftly pulled himself and his bondmate to their pedes. “Fine.”
Jazz sighed as he was led - dragged - from the room, tossing a two-fingered salute over his shoulder.
The Prime just watched as his Second and Third left, a small smile on his face, and considered ordering Grapple to make a desk for their room that they could recharge under, instead of taking up his.