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Please R&R
(okay this idea sprang out of my Bambi impression a few days ago. And was looked over by the lovely Star Fata because of my rubbish spelling. I apologise if any characters are OOC)
Jazz had to admit, it was an ingenious use of the empty room. As he watched Prime lying flat on his back and skidding straight into the walls of the now icy floor, he felt that he should find the Twins and see what decorations they wanted for their funeral. After he had set the date with Prowl of course, he amended, with a glance at his bondmate. Prowl was just pushing up from his previous forward lunge, rubbing his slightly clawed fingers across his chevron to see if anything had broken. Prowl's golden optics were narrowed at him, his doorwings rising into a sharp 'v' that made up his infamous 'Someone Is Going to Die' death glare, the one that had been known to send Autobots and Decepticons alike running in terror.
"Jazz, you have five seconds to explain why there is black ice in the base." Prowl rumbled, the threatening effect lost as he scooted towards the door on his aft, his claws digging into the ice to allow him to stop as he reached Jazz's pedes. "And comm Ratchet while you're at it."
Optimus was still looking a little dazed as he began to sit up. "Is anybody else seeing the mini-seekers?"
"Shall I call Ratchet first?" Jazz laughed, clasping his hands as if he was praying as Prowl slowly stood up to tower over him.
"Very well." The Praxian mech said, frighteningly calm even as Ratchet appeared a few breems later, cursing the Twins to the Pit and back. The medic spared Prowl a scan and then dragged their Prime back to his med-bay still grumbling and cursing as a few humans stared at them passing in shock. "Now Jazz…"
The silver Saboteur tried to make himself as small as possible without actually transforming. Prowl stared him down.
"You look awfully guilty Jazz." Prowl suddenly purred into his audio, sending shivers down his frame.
"Guilty?" Jazz asked, trying to sound innocent as Prowl steered him into the wall beside the new indoor skating ring. "Why would you think that Prowler?"
"The fact that I'm your Bondmate and I know you inside and out doesn't come into it?" Prowl asked trailing his claws along the saboteur's hip, teasing a few wires. "Jazz, please tell me where the Twins are hiding."
Jazz let out a moan as Prowl silkily bribed him, whispering in his sensitive audios and tweaking wires.
"You're not playing fair" he gasped as Prowl found a particularly sensitive wire, stroking it with dangerous claws .
"I'm a Tactician." Prowl reminded him with a low chuckle of amusement. "I'm not supposed to play fair."
"Fine!" Jazz finally cried, sending the desired location across their bond. "Happy now?"
"Very much so." Prowl purred, before turning and striding off down the corridor, pausing briefly to lock the door to the unauthorised skating ring, leaving his bondmate shuddering in the corridor.
"Damn it Prowl!" Jazz grumbled stalking off to the washracks. Plotting revenge on his bondmate. "He'll be recharging in the rec room tonight!" The frustrated mech swore.