See chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 8 of InMoNochrome's story "Oneshot Collection" for details on this 'verse, Queen Jazz, King Prowl, and Scorpids.
Prowl's lips curled into a smile as he watched Jazz's softly-snoring form, the Queen's helm tilted back ever so slightly. Slowly, Prowl dipped himself into the oiltub, smiling wider as his Queen shifted to lean against him, recognizing his form even in sleep.
Prowl tilted Jazz's helm back again from where it now leaned against his shoulder. "So beautiful," he murmured to himself as he leaned down, kissing his mate slowly and tenderly.
Jazz's servos slowly wrapped around his shoulders as they kissed. As Prowl stroked his Queen's helm finials, Jazz gave a muffled moan into their kiss.
Pulling back, Prowl watched his Queen's optics slowly open, revealing their glistening white surfaces. Jazz usually had teary optics when just wakening from recharge. Prowl didn't know what caused it, but since Trailbreaker had said that it had been happening ever since the Queen was a sparkling, the King didn't worry too much about it.
"You make such a lovely sight, my dear Queen," murmured Prowl, watching Jazz's optics cycle and focus on him. After a moment, Jazz blushed heavily, servos coming up to rub at his optics.
"You deceive me," stated the Scorpid Queen without venom as he pecked Prowl's cheek.
"Never, my Queen," responded Prowl, leaning down to nuzzle Jazz's neck.
"Always take care of me?" quietly begged Jazz in a bout of insecurity, tilting his helm back, so compliant under his King's touches.
"Until eternity ends, my beloved."
"O my King, my wondrous King," sighed Jazz, leaning against his strong mate's body.
