A/N: Based off of one of the drabbles I did in my Music Meme.
Also, it's based off of the scene in Elektra. For those of you who have seen it, you know what I'm talking about. XD
Prowl admired Bumblebee for a set few things: his happy, carefree ways, his inability to care about what any other bot thought about him, and how he could be so easily insubordinate; he was everything Prowl wasn't. Perhaps that's what drew them together. Now that he had Bee the way he wanted, he wouldn't settle for anything less. The ninja-bot wanted everything that Bee possessed, and he felt almost as if spark-bonding with the bot could grant him that.
And although Bee was easily annoying, something about him was easily lovable too. When Bee wasn't running around with Sari, and when Prowl wasn't meditating, the little mech was with the ninja-bot, in his arms, talking up a storm. Prowl couldn't say that he had ever been happier than in those moments--not that he would actually say it to anybot, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
He held Bee tighter at the thoughts, too unwilling to let him go as he jabbered endlessly about things Prowl knew nothing of.
After almost a megacycle of listening to the smaller bots words with a few of his own thrown in, whether in agreement or some small opinion of his, the ninja-bot figured it was time that maybe he could do something he wanted to do.
So, he slowly sat himself up, pushing the smaller yellow mech out of his lap tenderly, ignoring his question of what he was doing. He crossed his legs and motioned for Bumblebee to sit across from him. The younger bot did, sitting with his legs splayed open on either side of Prowl's knees.
"Bumblebee, cross your legs. I want to see if you can meditate."
"Aw, are you serious? You know I can't do that stuff…"
Prowl looked into the smaller mech's blazing blue optics, so full of life and an endless, young curiosity. The heat that shot through his systems made him relax all the more, "Please, just once. If you can't, I promise I won't ask you again."
The yellow bot seemed to consider it silently for a few astroseconds. Finally, he responded with a grin, "Alright, alright, but just this once, ninja-bot."
Prowl let the corner of his mouth pull upwards in the hints of a smile as he watched Bumblebee cross his legs and sit close enough to him for their knee joints to just barely brush against each other.
As soon as the smaller bot stopped moving, the larger mech began his instructions, "Offline your optics," he started, and watched as Bumblebee almost reluctantly did so. He shortly followed suit, satisfied that the little bot had done what he'd asked, "Now, even out your intakes, let yourself slowly relax," Prowl did as he articulated and paused a few seconds to allow Bumblebee to do the same.
It was unbearably still and silent for a few moments, and it was in that time that the older bot could sense movements in front of him. It felt like Bumblebee was waving his servo in front of his optics for a number of astroseconds until the other bot's energy field came incredibly close. In his processor's optic, he could feel the littler mech's face mere centimeters away from his own, most likely making rude facial gestures at him. Of course. How could he expect any less from Bumblebee, the close-minded, selfish, speed demon that thought he was above Prowl's stillness.
For the first time in a long while, Prowl had to make a conscious effort to keep a straight face because of the plan he was hatching in his processor, and the reaction he knew it would garner from Bumblebee.
He cycled deeply, but slowly as he soundlessly prepared himself for his harmless strike.
Swiftly, almost unable to be seen by the naked human eye, Prowl brought his hands up and let out a wordless yell, right back into the face that was in front of his.
With a yelp, Bumblebee fell backwards, collapsing in a heap of giggles at the joke he had so easily fallen for. Prowl watched the short yellow bot as he had his little fit. He allowed himself to grin, relishing in the amusement and joy that pulsed through his systems at making the small bot react so wonderfully.
He'd remind himself to loosen up a bit more often, just as long as he could spend more times like these with the devious little bot that he had let himself give in to.