Non-slash, but warnings apply nonetheless if two mechs standing close to each other squicks you... Sunstreaker shows that he's a mech of many talents
Dancing Sunstreaker
"This is utterly ridiculous," Prowl muttered to himself as he moved around the empty training room, holding on to an imaginary partner.
A CD player, placed on a bench nearby, played a smooth waltzy-jazz number, the rhythm of which Prowl was still trying to get the hang of. The problem? Prowl just wasnt a dancer. He simply did not have Jazz's natural grace and fluid movement, but since it had to be done, here he was.
He looked down at his feet as he attempted to launch into a turn, which was when an arm slipped around his waist, and a yellow hand took his white one. He looked up in alarm as Sunstreaker pulled him just a tad bit closer.
"Dont look at your feet," the warrior said, as he fell into rhythm with the music. "Dancing is like walking, it should feel natural."
"What are you even doing here?" Prowl asked, as Sunstreaker stepped forward with his left foot, forcing him to step back with his right.
"Its the training room isnt it? Came down to get a work-out, and well... you do need alot of work," Sunstreaker replied, as he began to slowly move Prowl around the room. "Relax alright, I'm not gonna rip your head off or anything. Just watch the shin-guards, I just had them polished."
Despite the warrior's words, Prowl still felt a little bit uncomfortable to be held in those arms that were just as capable of tearing a mech limb from limb. Still, he had to admit Sunstreaker did have a certain amount of gracefulness all his own.
"Where did you learn all this?" he asked as Sunstreaker carefully turned him around and gently pulled him back to him.
"Surprised?" the warrior asked in return. "I picked up a few things. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not an uncouth heathen, I can be a gentlemech when the situation calls for it." He began to step back. "Now you lead, I'll follow. Dont look down, look at me."
A little more relaxed than he had initially been, Prowl looked up into the yellow Lamborghini's face and began to move. Sunstreaker responded in turn, matching Prowl's steps fluidly, and with little effort. The black-and-white was a little astonished to see a hint of a smile on the usually-sullen mech's face.
"Now you're getting it," Sunstreaker said.
He stepped back, twirled Prowl round again and let go as the song ended, exiting through the door as silently as he had entered, leaving Prowl to wonder what exactly had just happened.