Title: Just Dance
Author: iron valkyrie
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Warnings: ...pointless fluff? /shrugs
Summary: "S'not foolishness, Prowl, just a little dance~"
Notes: for Masq. It was requested on the smut meme, but it's fluff instead xD; Because this pairing isn't at the top of my list, so... I was a little unsure of myself. Hopefully it's okay. |D
"Now why would I want to participate in that sort of foolishness?"
Jazz shook his head, but continued on, undeterred. "S'not foolishness, Prowl, just a little dance," he replied, smiling in his most charming way. Prowl only cut the Porsche a look.
"Need I repeat myself?" he glanced at the table surface where two empty energon cubes sat. "Besides, I just refueled - why should I exert myself right after?"
"Aw c'mon - it doesn't have to be an exertion~" Somehow the saboteur managed to make his voice simultaneously sing-songy and a touch whiny. It was all in teasing, though, that much was told by the way his visor flashed and the grin he wasn't quite suppressing. Standing, he grabbed Prowl's wrists, tugging on them gently. With a sigh, the tactician allowed himself to be led from his seat. Seemingly delighted, Jazz continued to pull, leading the way - backwards, even - out of the tangle of empty chairs and tables. "No one's even here, ain't no harm in a little... rumba?" With that, a peppy tune began to play from the speakers on Jazz's hips.
"That does not make it less silly," Prowl quipped, arching an optic ridge down at his mate.
Jazz chuckled, suddenly switching the music drifting form his speakers to a gentle, sweeping melody. "Maybe a waltz," he remarked, more to himself than Prowl. Grinning again, he slid closer to the Datsun, switching his grasp to hold his hand instead of his wrist.
Another hearty sigh escaped the tactician. "Very well," he replied, though there seemed now hint of real reluctance in his tone. "One," he added. "I have things to do."
Jazz just smiled and led them back, easily stepping into the rhythm of the music.