Love like Music (Jazz x Prowl)

Waking up Beside You.

Jazz felt warmth through the bond. Enveloping him in a warm and tender embrace. Smiling, he onlined his optics, visor flashing softly as it powered on, illuminating the darkness of his room.

Suddenly a pair of arms tightened around him, instinctively causing him to look behind seeing a very familiar mech. However, seeing him in recharge, was a surprise.

Not wanting to wake him, Jazz slowly pried his arms off him and got out of the berth, making sure to kiss the beautifully armored shoulder before heading to the wash racks.

Jazz didn't have a problem with cleaning himself, more of getting wet was the problem. He hated water and for obvious reasons (Well learn that later.)

Turning the water on, Jazz stepped under the pouring liquid, feeling the heat of it seaping between his armor seams as he began to clean himself, thinking about a week ago. When he nearly lost Prowl.

Unbeknownst to him, a soft growl left his vocalizer at the memory. "That won't happen again... Ah promise...." He muttered. More to reassure himself than anyone else.

As the water dripped from his visor, Jazz hummed a soft tune, massaging his neck and tilting his helm back.
"Ah must'ah slept wrong"

Suddenly servos began to massage his shoulders and a smile slipped on his face. He knew this touch. "Prowl, yer awake early."

"I got cold and followed the music."

Jazz's wings twitched at that. Turning he hugged Prowl tightly, pressing his face in the neck cables lovingly.

"Jazz, don't forget we have a meeting today." Prowl rubbed his back, still half asleep.

"Ah don't wanna. I'd rather stay here 'n' be with ya." Jazz pouted, door wings faltering slightly.

Prowl frowned playfully, "I have to go and patrol the city. I can't be distracted."

"Who said distractions are ah bad thing?" Jazz flirted, poking some wires in between Prowls armor seams, watching as he tried his best to keep a calm facade. The bond they shared spoke other wise. The feelings of warmth, love and other things, pooled into the it quickly.

"Come on, dry off quickly or you'll be late." Prowl moved away with a smirk, walking out of the wash racks, leaving a pouting Jazz behind to dry himself alone.

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Jazz groaned into his servo, absolutely fragging bored out of his processor. This meeting had nothing to do with him. It was all Doc Bot and Ironhide. Medical things and trade. Nothing that has to deal with saboteur things.

On his visor, Jazz opened his files, games in particular and logged onto WOW. A human based game he'd came to enjoy playing.

To a normal mech, Jazz looked like he was listening intently. Sitting up straight and paying attention like a good 1st Lieutenant however...

"Jazz quit playing games like some sparkling and pay attention!" A wrench was thrown, barely missing his helm as he ducked quickly.

"What are ya tryin' ta do? Kill meh?!"

Ratchet stood up, practically furious. "This is important and you're goofing off."

Jazz frowned. "Who said ah was "goofin" off. Ya got no proof, an besides, it has not correlations with meh." He huffed, wings high with frustration. He should be with Prowl. Especially after what happened a week ago. Aggravated, Jazz began to drum his didgets vigorously on the table, a clear sign he we getting riled up. Something that the other mechs didn't want to see.