A/N: This is mine (Moonblaster13) and was a request from Vale Angel 1987 and I had fun with it. Enjoy!Suggestions and requests are fun! Give me a challenge! I dare you.
WARNING! OCs involved! (Moonblaster's the OC, though I am willing to write other people's OCs if you so wish) BE NICE!
Prowl/Moonblaster (G1)
"Stress"
"If I catch you two pulling a stunt like that again, I'll have Ratchet remove your transformation cogs!" Prowl yelled angrily from inside his office. The twins had just pulled another stupid prank, and Moonblaster could tell that the cop car had just about had enough.
"Alright, alright, Prowler. No need to get your cables all in a bunch." She heard Sideswipe say. "You have our words." The femme could just picture the twins holding up their right hands with fingers crossed behind their backs.
"Yeah, seriously." Sunstreaker added.
Prowl sighed. "Like your 'words' mean anything. Get out."
The door opened and Moonblaster watched the dynamic duo walk out, muttering excitedly.
"So..." Sideswipe started. "Wanna try it again?"
"Are you kidding?!" Sunstreaker's face was aghast. "You heard what he said! OF COURSE I DO! He gave us a challenge!"
Sideswipe nodded. "We just gotta make sure he doesn't catch us, this time."
Moonblaster sighed and shook her head. If Prowl only knew what he just did... The femme stepped forwards and knocked on the door to Prowl's office.
"Who is it?" The cop car called through tiredly.
"Jus' me." The femme responded as she opened the door a crack and peeked in.
"Oh. Hello, Moonblaster." He greeted. What brings you in here?"
The femme stepped into the room. "I..uh..over'eard the twins walking out of 'ere." She paused. "D'you know what you've done?" Prowl gave her an inquisitive look. "You've given them a challenge. They're gonna try it again without you catching them."
Prowl rolled his optics and gave a slight chuckle. "I don't get paid enough for this." He joked.
She scowled at him. "Prowler, I'm serious. When's the las' time you 'ad a good recharge?"
He hesitated, then replied with, "Before I met them."
She shook her head. "You are full of stress." To which the mech responded with a mumble that sounded like, "You don't say. I wonder why." She scowled at him again, carefully scrutinizing every aspect of his demeanour. "When's the las' time you 'ad a good lay?"
"I-WHAT?" The mech interrupted himself, optics wide. "What does that have anything to do with stress?!" He exclaimed.
"Well, it's proven that sexual release helps relieve stress." The femme replied, knowing full well, what was coming next.
"You would know, wouldn't you?"
"Hey, that was mean."
Prowl sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just..I'm a bit on-edge."
Moonblaster chuckled. "So I noticed. Prowl, let me help you. Just give it a go." She smiled. "Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back."
The cop car couldn't help but smile at this and nodded his consent.
Moonblaster grinned broadly and promptly disappeared, vanishing into thin air. At his confused expression, she explained. "This room is--by no means--sound proof. So, I figured we'd go to your personal quarters. And I don't want to ruin your reputation, so I figured I'd go...incognito."
Prowl smiled. "Despite your reputation, you always were clever." With that, he opened the door and walked towards his room, Moonblaster following soundlessly behind. He was stopped once, by Optimus Prime, who inquired as to where Prowl was going, and if he was alright. The cop gave a fake--but wholly convincing--yawn and responded that he was just going to try and slip in a much-needed stasis nap before the twins pulled another dumb stunt. After Prime gave a thoughtful nod, Prowl proceeded to his room.
Barely a second had the door been closed before Moonblaster became visible and began removing her armor. Prowl's optics widened. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Truth was, he hadn't been intimate with anyone since before the Ark left Cybertron; he never had time. The femme smiled.
"Right. You're a virgin." She smirked as all but the armor over her port clattered to the floor.
The mech frowned. "I am not."
"Prove it, then."
He glared at her, then averted his optics sheepishly. "I forget how."
She shook her head and smiled as she stepped closer to him, laying a very suggestive hand on Prowl's chest. "It's from too much time with the twins. Here," She began, removing his chest plate. "let me remind you." With that, she began slowly "undressing" the mech, leaving his codpiece alone, not even touching it. She didn't need to touch it to know about the growing bulge underneath it. When he moved a shaky hand down to remove it, she stopped him. "Uh uh uuhh-uuhh..." She said, a smug smile on her face as she wagged one red finger at him. "You are much too eager. What 'appened to the calm, composed Prowl that all us trouble makers 'ave come to fear?" He didn't respond, simply giving her a pleading look. "Alright, fine. I can tell how much you need this any'ow." Not another word was spoken before Moonblaster relented and removed Prowl's codpiece, so that his neglected mech-hood happily sprang out. She didn't hesitate in grabbing onto it and the mech gave a desperate groan. The femme moved her face to his audio sensor and whispered, "How d'you wannit, honey?" as she slowly jerked him off. He suddenly regained his strength and some coherence as he began to push Moonblaster towards the bed.
"Can you take a hint?" He asked as he shoved her onto the bed and got on top.
"If you can call it that." She responded, rubbing the sensitive tip with her thumb. She felt him tense up and handed over the reins, but not before she kissed him square on the lips. He struggled for a bit, but she grabbed onto his head with both hands and he soon relaxed, provoking the femme by sneaking his glossa through his own lips, then gaining entry into her mouth. They moaned as one for a brief second, as Moonblaster ended the kiss and grinned at the mech. "I'm giving you control, Prowl." She said. "Do with me what you like. And have fun with it, for once in your life." The femme smiled.
Prowl didn't waste any time in spreading the femme's legs apart. He did hesitate, though, before pushing into her. Instead, he positioned himself at her entrance and looked down at her, his optics nearly misted over with lust. Moonblaster smiled; she wouldn't be laying under him for long.
Without warning, Prowl shoved himself in, earning a sharp gasp from the femme as he began pounding her port, making her moan loudly. In and out he moved, allowing himself a small grunt of pleasure. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like this, and he intended to savour it. Underneath him, the femme writhed, groaning, moaning and panting as she neared overload with Prowl.
The mech grunted and gave one last, deep thrust before he took his release inside the femme, screaming his ecstasy for the world to hear.
"Whoa, easy." She gasped as the mech fell to his forearms. "Tell the 'ole world, will ya?" She smiled.
Prowl returned the smile and promptly went into standby.
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The very next morning, the twins found themselves smack-dab in Prowl's office again, by orders of someone who had had quite enough of their antics; Optimus Prime himself.
Moonblaster couldn't resist--she had to listen in on this one.
"Honest, Prowler, it was all Sides." Sunstreaker's voice said guiltlessly.
"Was not! You distracted him!"
Prowl sighed, but it didn't sound like he was frustrated or upset. It sounded more like he as content and stress-free. "Whatever, you two. Get out of here." He said smoothly.
"OK! Fine by me!" Sideswipe said as the door opened and the twins stepped out. As soon as the door was shut, the red twin began muttering frantically to his counterpart. "Alright, something's definitely wrong with Prowl. He didn't yell at us!"
Sunstreaker nodded vigorously. "We should get Ratchet to check him out."
Sideswipe gave an evil sort of giggle. "And while we're there..."
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Sorry it took so long, guys, I was swamped with all kinds of crap. It's official, as of now. Jermaine Voorhees is part of the staff for this on-going fic. NO THANKS TO YOU GUYS WHO DIDN'T VOTE! (Most of you) Anyways, R&R, please.