Almost there! Three more to go. There were so many options for fog it was hard to pick the one I wanted to do. But I love fluff moments. Sorry, I'm a girl, I can't help it! Please enjoy.
10. Fog
His processor was still whirling in the pleasurable fog that had consumed him. He was reluctant to emerge from it having never experienced such a long night of intensely passionate interfacing. Oh he'd had lots of all nighters with lovers before but nothing this intense, this invigorating, this spark jolting. And all this from the most unlikeliest of mechs on the most unlikeliest of Earth's holidays.
In hindsight, he supposed that logically it made sense for this to occur on Halloween night. All the other mechs, including their Prime, were celebrating the night's festivities in the recreation room by consuming large amounts of high grade and eating energon treats laced with one of Wheeljack's highly intoxicating drinks.
That's where his evening started off as well. He'd intended to get just as inebriated as his friends only to be surprised when a tender hand reached around, stroking the sensitive plating on his lower back. It was accompanied by that mesmerizing husky voice whispering into his audio receptor, 'Come with me, please.'
He had no idea that by complying to those four little words that he'd end up like this with the mech he'd secretly been in love with for so many countless vorns dating back all the way to Cybertron and Iacon where they first met. He snuggled closer to the mech and let a giddy giggle sound from his vocal processor as he felt like the luckiest mech in the galaxy at the moment.
"What's so funny?" that husky voice asked, nuzzling his helm, kissing his audio receptor.
"I just can't believe I'm here with you right now. Exactly where I've wanted to be for so long."
"Hmm, it gives me satisfaction to know you're happy," the mech sighed contently.
"You do know I'm never letting you go. Not after having the best night of overloads in my entire life!"
The other mech chuckled, "I was only happy to oblige."
"And then some. I was pleasantly surprised. Yet some how I always knew that beneath that tight aft, stoically handsome face of yours was a deeply passionate mech dying to come out."
"Only for you Jazz," Prowl murmured. "Only for you."