Author's Note: Warning! Fluffy romance fic ahead! Mwhahaha. Yes, I know, I couldn't help myself. Another one shot fic with my very favorite characters- Jazz and Jynx. No, I don't own Jazz I only one Jynx. Enjoy! R&R!

Captive

Light blue finger tips gently explored smooth contours of Jazz's face as his lips hungrily sought out hers. Slowly, his hands migrated, moving to caress the small of her back as her blue hands caressed the tense cords in the back of his neck. Jazz's head dropped back as a deep sigh passed through his half open mouth. He needed this. Just a chance to catch his breath and live in the moment. Slag, he'd been so busy that he'd almost forgotten his own mate. Not to mention he'd been stressing out so much that his processor threatened to shut down twice in the last week. And for Jazz… that was a lot of stress and he didn't stress easily.

Jynx leaned forward and kissed his bottom lip. "Relaxed now?"

Jazz just grunted, dropping his hands to his side and letting his optics flicker off. The femme chuckled softy and continued to work the tight cords, nuzzling his jaw with her nose.

"Have I ever told ya jus' how much I love ya?" Jazz murmured, his visor still dark indicating that he hadn't yet activated his optics. Primus it felt so good to just relax! He could get use to this…

Jynx smiled as she planted another kiss on his cheek. "About five minutes ago."

"Then you're past due." Jazz's grin broadened as he suddenly rolled over and pressed his lips to hers gently only to have Jynx pull him closer, running her hands along his helmet. The saboteur just grinned around her lips.

Moments like this were so hard to come by anymore. Hell, just being able to see his mate was something that was more like a luxury. Life seemed so much faster, so much more chaotic. If only time could slow down.

All available Autobots, please report immediately to command center. I repeat, report to command center. This is a code red.

"Why does that always have to happen at the worst times?" Jazz moaned, tapping his fingers on the berth next to Jynx's head with a clicking sound, his head face down on the berth.

"Who knows. Maybe Prowl has a sixth sense for these things." The femme muttered darkly.

"With Prowl, it's possible." The saboteur gave in with a sigh and reluctantly got to his feet, checking his ammo in his plasma rifle on the table. It still had a full charge. "Gunna come along to hear the debrief?"

The femme shrugged and sat up on the berth, watching as her mate moved from one side of the room to the other, gathering weapons and ammo. "I suppose. See what trouble you're getting yourself into so I can shoot you for it later."

Jazz chuckled, "no need ta worry 'bout me, Love. I'm th' master o' disaster, aint I?"

"Yeah that's what worries me." Jynx muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

The saboteur smiled lopsidedly and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I swear I'll behave, alright? No worries." Jynx just shrugged, pouting with her bottom lip sticking out.

"Awh com'on, I'll be back soon, Jay. No puppy dog pout…"

"But Jazzz…."

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"Any idea where Jazz is?" Prime looked over to his second in command as they both made their way to command center. "He didn't come to the drill this morning."

The black and white officer's brow suddenly furrowed. "You didn't get his memo then?"

"No." Prime stopped and looked down at Prowl.

Wordlessly, Prowl brought out a data pad and handed it to Prime, a frown still marking his features. Prime scrolled the list quickly coming to a note at the bottom.

Sorry I can't come to the drill right now but if you leave your name and number I'll get back to ya!

P.S. Sorry Prime, Jynx held me captive.