Hello and sorry for the long wait, I couldn't think of anything to write about. Any way, enjoy! :-)
Warning: Implied smut. Only implied!
I can't believe that I have forgotten this part for so long!
Disclaimer: The Transformers belong to Hasbro, I do not own it, I only own Stellaris. No copyright violations intended.
Stellaris woke up the next morning, still next to Prowl. She placed her hand over his spark chamber, for it had slipped off at some point during the night, and let out a breath that she didn't know that she was holding when she felt his spark beating in his chest. She checked the monitors to make sure that he was still stable and sighed in relief that he was. Prowl groaned as he began waking up and Stellaris turned once again the face him.
"How are you feeling?" she asked him.
"Better" he said, smiling at her.
"That's good."
"Yeah"
"The crew will be glad."
"I suppose."
"You're not going back to work anytime soon."
"I understand"
"You're still going to try to anyway, aren't you?"
"You know me so well?"
"Ah, Prowl, you're alive." First Aid interrupted. " I mean awake! You are awake, that is what you are." He corrected nervously.
"Yes, First Aid, I am 'awake' and feeling better as well." Prowl said.
"That is good to hear. Fortunately, you will make a full recovery and you can return to light active duty in three weeks time." First Aid replied.
"Thank you, but may I ask, when will I be released to my quarters?" Prowl asked.
"You have already been cleared so if you're feeling up to it, you can leave now." First Aid answered.
"I believe I will, thank you again." Prowl said. With some help from Stellaris, he was able to stand, but only with her supporting him. Together they walked over to the other side to the room where Stellaris helped Prowl into a makeshift Cybertronian sized wheelchair. She began to wheel him out of the med bay room and towards their own shared quarters when First Aid came over and whispered to Stellaris "He's still recovering so take it easy on him, alright?"
"Aid, I'm not going to yell at him, I'm not mad." She whispered back, trying to sound as jokingly innocent as possible.
"That's not what I mean. You know exactly what I mean." First Aid said to her, seeing right through her 'act'.
"I know what you mean Aid, trust me, we'll be fine. No interfacing, I promise." She told him. With that, she pushed the wheelchair out into the hallway. As she and Prowl made their way to their quarters they where greeted by many bots. Jazz was by far the most ecstatic and Bumblebee was a close second. Both were telling Prowl how great it was that he was alright and how scared everyone had been.
After the long walk from the med bay, the two had finally reached the door to their room. Stellaris entered the security code, closed the door, and wheeled Prowl inside. Once in their quarters, Stellaris helped Prowl into their bed and took a seat in a chair next to him. For a moment the two just sat there, or layed there in Prowl's case, without even speaking. The moment was both silent and extremely awkward. The awkward silence was broken by Stellaris when she said "We can't wait any longer Prowl."
"I know." Prowl said.
"I say as soon as your fully healed, we bond. What do you say?" She asked him.
"I agree, but I have to admit, I do like the idea of having a human wedding ceremony and I know that you do as well, but from what I've heard, those events take a lot of planning and preparation." He told her.
"We have at least three weeks, we can do it." She insisted.
"Alright" he said.
"You scared the scrap out of me you know." She said.
"I apologize" he told her.
"No, First Aid warned me so I'll have to go easy on you, but I think that you need a bit of punishment." She said.
"Then do what you think is necessary." He said, understanding what she was letting onto. After he said that Stellaris got up out of her chair, walked over to the front of the room, and locked the door.
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