Jazz sat and watched as Audrey worked lazily on her rundown pick up truck. He liked to watch her work, especially on hot days because that meant that she would only be in her baggy work pants and a sports bra.

She rolled her eyes knowing he was watching her as she leaned over the open engine of her truck.

"Enjoying yourself?" she questioned as she tinkered with the engine.

"Enjoyn' the view if that's what ya mean." the silver Autobot commented.

The mechanic straightened up and glared over her shoulder at the second in command. "Watch it shorty." she warned and he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, you're all talk." he replied with a smirk.

She threw her gloves at him but he did a stylish move like he was known to do and dodged them.

Francis looked up from his doggy bed and cocked his head to one side at the odd sight but then rested his head back down on the soft material and dozed off again.

"See? You woke up the dog." Audrey scolded him as he stood up and gazed down at her.

"You need to cool it little bitch." the Autobot replied and crouched down in front of her.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a little bitch." the mechanic chided the bot.

Jazz shrugged. "Sometimes." he said smoothly.

"Oh really." she said in mock anger.

"Really." he smirked.

She shook her head in defeat and smirked back at him. "You are a real piece of work." she said and moved closer to him.

"Yeah, I know." he replied.

"I never said it was a compliment." she replied, their lips almost touching.

"Yeah, but I took it as one." he said and tilted his head to the side slightly.

"What cha' waitn' for Jazzy-boy?" Audrey tempted him causing his smirk to grow.

"What? You to chicken?" he asked.

"Keep it up Jazz and you won't get any..." she replied getting slightly annoyed at his antics.

"Well, somebody's in a rush." he chuckled and earned a glare.

"Jazz..." she said dangerously low.

"Ah, quit your bitchn'." he said with a short chuckle and then brought his lips to hers.

She was still surprised at how warm his lips were despite him being made of metal. She loved the way it felt when they did this; it always felt like electricity running throughout her body.

She suddenly felt one of his clawed hands brush against her exposed abdomen and then one of his fingers gently trace down her stomach until it rested just above her wound, which was now only a pale scar.

He pulled away for a moment and looked at her with his ice blue eyes.

"Jazz, if you start-" she began but was cut off when he gave a low chuckle.

"Y'know, that scar suits you...you actually look like a warrior now and not a bitchn' and whinen' human female." he said and continued to laugh.

"I'd watch it shorty, cause you bitch and whine just as much as you say I do." she replied giving him a stern look, but her eyes gave her away and he grinned at his human companion.

"Primus, how did I ever get stuck with you?" he grinned and kissed her again.