Ok. Shoot my muse. The first half of this chapter went according to plan. Then my muse had a brainstorm! Lol. There WILL be another chapter and that WILL be it!
Prowl
"So…what do we do now?" he asked and my processor could only think of one coherent thing as I the full implications of Jazz's words sunk in - Jazz read my note and liked it!
I set the cup aside, slide off the berth, and gently took his face in my hands, my thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.
"You do realize that's a loaded question?" I smirked at him and then quickly covered his lips with mine, silencing his rebuttal.
It was just an affectionate chaste kiss on his lips devoid of passion, something I'd been yearning to do for a really long time. And it was all we seemed to need for the moment as Jazz sighed against me, resting his head on my shoulder. I in turned, held him content in feeling him so close. For he was mine now and I was never going to let him go.
"Ya should get some rest," Jazz murmured, nuzzling my neck. "There's still a couple of hours 'til the party." He jerked his head back, looking anxiously at me. "Ya 're goin' to the party, right?"
"It was on my agenda," I chuckled. "I was…well, I was hoping we'd go together. Only nothing has gone to plan today. I didn't want to assume…"
"It might not have gone to plan but the end result was the same."
I nodded, sighing softly when he pressed up against me once more. Primus, I could have stayed with him like this forever. I'd dreamed so many times of him in my arms, the feel of him pressed against me, the feel of him beneath my hands. As it was I barely had a chance to enjoy the moment before we were interrupted.
"I told you nothing physically strenuous!" Ratchet snapped from the doorway making us jump apart.
I winced at the sudden movement hurt my doorwing.
"We weren't doin' anythin' but huggin'!" Jazz shot back, his hand on my back in an instant massaging the sore joint.
"And Jazz did tell me to get some rest," I added, noting just how wonderful his soothing touch felt.
Ratchet glared at us both for a long moment before his features relaxed.
"Get going," he smiled. "Just remember to refuel again later and no high grade tonight for Prowl. It messes up his repair systems."
"Don' worry, I'll take good care o' him," Jazz grinned brightly.
"I'm sure you will," Ratchet snorted then disappeared back into his office.
I looked over at Jazz who sheepishly shrugged his shoulder. That grin seemly a permanent fixture on his faceplates now. My spark pulsed rapidly at the mere thought of being able to express my feelings opening to him now.
"Let's get ya to your quarters," he said, his hand grabbing hold of mine, interlacing his fingers with mine.
I set aside my normal tendency to shy away from such a public display of affection. A monumental step for me actually. Something I could easily get used to as long as Jazz doesn't get too enthusiastic when in public. I know him and have seen him many times in the past full on grope another mech he'd been dating.
I balked.
Primus was I really ready for that?!
"Prowl, ya ok?" he asked, his beautiful face coming into view with a look of concern etched upon it.
I smiled fondly, "I was just thinking about your natural…inclinations. Perhaps it'd be prudent of me to lay some ground rules."
"Such as," he smirked, tugging me forward.
"Public displays of affection should be limited to hand holding," I replied as we continued onward. "Hugging but no groping ones aft or fondling my doorwings."
"Pity," Jazz mock pouted, even sticking his bottom lip out. "Ya have such a nice aft for gropin' an' doorwings ta die for. What about kissin'?"
"Definitely not in public."
"Ah come on, give a mech somethin'. There are different kinds of kissin'. Some more acceptable in public than others."
"Honestly Jazz, I've seen you kissing in public. You only seem to have one kind," I chuckled, punching in my door access code.
"Now that jus' isn't true," he said, turning me around. "I'll prove it to ya! There's the brief affectionate kiss placed wit' tenderness an' care on the cheek, the nose, or…" I couldn't help but shutter my optics and sigh, feeling those warm lips pressing softly against the center of my chevron as he demonstrated. "So what Bluestreak said was true, yur chevrons are sensitive."
I slowly nodded, keeping my optics locked on his visor.
"Then there's the chaste kiss on the lips ya so expertly demonstrated," he smiled, caressing my face. Of course, he couldn't hold back and kissed me as I had kissed him before. "Then there's ma personal fav I think can be used for public displays o' affection - the leave 'em wantin' more kiss."
Once again, Jazz pressed his lips against mine. But then those lips parted and the intrusion of his glossa was more than welcomed. There was just something so sensual in the way his glossa deliberately slid slowly over and around mine. It was definitely a controlled, passionate kiss promising more to come. And I found myself wanting…needing more as he retreated and pulled away.
Primus Jazz was a good kisser!
"Ya ok?" he asked as I forced myself to regain my senses.
"I…um…I mean, yes I'm fine," I answered making him laugh. "Ok, so perhaps some kissing can be allowed in public then."
"I knew ya'd see things ma way," he smirked, kissing me intently again. Then he got uncharacteristically nervous. I even felt his hand tremble in my own. "So…shall I come pick ya up or do ya want to pick me up? Or do we meet at the recreation room?"
"How about I meet you in the recreation room," I suggested unable to resist caressing his face.
"Ok. Nine sharp."
"I thought the party started at eight."
"It does. But the party will be in full swing by nine an' no one would really notice ya come in. I know how ya don't like parties all that much. I'll even make sure we have a table off in a corner where we can be alone."
"Sounds delightful. I'll see you at nine then," I smiled and returned the favor by kissing him intensely. "See you later."
"Yeah…see ya later," he mumbled in a haze as he staggered a step or two before composing himself.
I reluctantly closed the door after watching him walk away for a few moments. Honestly if my systems had been running at a minimum of sixty percent efficiency I wouldn't have let him walk away. However, just those few deep kisses were enough for me to know I really needed some recharge. The emotional ups and downs of the day on top of my physical injuries took more out of me than I thought possible.
With an evening filled with so much promise, I eagerly set my internal alarm and initiated my recharge programs. It took a few minutes longer than usual for me to actually fall into recharge. My spark pulsed with excitement. My processor kept going over scenarios of how this evening would play out. I literally couldn't wait for tonight!
Alas, my exhaustion finally won out and I succumbed to recharge. For the first time in a really, really long time I had pleasant dreams. Not the usual death and destruction that haunted my recharge cycles. In fact, I was in the middle of a rather peaceful dream when I was abruptly pulled out of recharge a full hour before my internal alarm was schedule to go off.
"Finally, he's awake!"
"I told you he wasn't going to get up until later. Mister efficiency here doesn't understand the need to primp and preen himself for a big date."
Those were…femme voices? Familiar femme voices?
"Elita-One…Chromia?" I asked, bringing my optics online.
"About time you woke up Prowl," Chromia huffed, hers and Elita's faces too close for comfort.
"Come on soldier, up on your peds."
"Wait, what are you both doing in my quarters?" I demanded as they yanked me up onto my feet.
"We're here to get you ready for your date," Elita smiled while they dragged my across my quarters towards my private washroom. Chromia had trotted ahead and already had the hot water and solvent on in the shower.
"I am fully capable of getting my self ready for my date this evening and was planning on a shower."
"With what, a two minute shower and half-aft shine?" Elita countered.
"Don't you want too look good for Jazz?" Chromia added.
"My showers and shines are sufficient…"
"Enough for a soldier, not for your lover," Elita interrupted, giving me a hard shove into the shower.
I turned to protest only for Chromia to spray me in the face with the shower hose. And before I could even step out of the shower stall, I was assaulted by the two femmes as they started scrubbing my armor. Even worse, each time I'd protest I got a mouth full of solvent or water sprayed in my face. I didn't care for either and learned to quickly shut up.
"Whoa! Hey! I can wash down there!" I yelped, jerking my hips back.
"Stop being such a prude!" Chromia scoffed, smacking my aft with a solvent saturated towel, making me jerk my hips forward.
"It's not like we're asking to see your interface equipment," Elita snickered, scrubbing a rather private area before moving down my legs. "Besides, I've had experience in cleaning a mech."
"Are you femmes this rough with your sparkmates in the shower?" I winced when Chromia dug a bit too deeply into my wing joint.
"I never get this far with Hide in the shower," Chromia giggled.
"Optimus and I take baths because he's so tall. And of course I'm not rough. It's all…"
"Stop, I don't need a detailed description. The sound effects through the wall my office shares with Optimus' office are ample enough!"
"Oops, sorry," Elita blushed an even brighter shade of pink. "Anyways, we're not interfacing with you and have to wash you quickly since the wax and shine part is going to take longer. There. I'm done. Chromia?"
"Almost," Chromia chuckled wiping my aft with the towel, making me jump and yelp. "Jazz is right, you have a cute aft."
"Chormia!" Elita chided and the femme backed away. "Right, start rinsing him. Would you like us to dry you?"
"Honestly, does it matter now? I feel so violated already," I responded.
"Relax Prowl we're here to help you," Chromia smirked.
I narrowed my optics at them both. I knew these two femmes are like most femmes I've come across during my lifetime – they have ulterior motives. Plus, I know for a fact Optimus and Ironhide don't just let their femmes bath and wax another mech.
"So, what's the bet this time?" I asked they continued rinsing the solvent off.
"Told you he was smart," Elita said as she moved to grab some dry towels. "The bet is on when you and Jazz are going to bond. I came here to make you look as irresistible as possible. The sooner you both bond the better, if you get my meaning."
"For pits sake, we haven't even gone on our first date you're already betting on us bonding?!"
They both giggled.
Primus help me! What have I gotten myself into?!
"Seriously, Prowl, all we want is for you and Jazz to be happy," Elita smiled warmly. "Optimus and the other officers, including the femme contingent, all feel you both deserve it. This war has been hard on all of us. We must enjoy what happiness we can get."
I looked from Elita to Chromia. While they could be just as devious as the twins, they were also as honest and honorable as Optimus and Ironhide.
"Just be careful with my doorwings please," I pleaded in earnest. "The joints are understandably sore from the surgery still."
"That's the spirit!" Chromia cheered.
"I promise you once we're done, Jazz isn't gonna know what hit him when he lays his optics on you!" Elita exclaimed.
Up next will be the M rated chapter and the end of the story.
