Sorry for the shortness, but I've been so busy at school, plus having an afternoon job doesn't help. Its been hectic around here, so instead of doing overly large chapters about various couples and keep you all waiting forever, I've just decided to do sharter chapters, focusing on one pairing at a time.

Any way this chapter was a bit rushed, so if its so horrendous that you cant stand reading it just let me know and I'll redo it XD

"Prowly…" The silver mech asked innocently, shuffling over to the white femmes desk on his knee plates, his hands entwined and pressed together over his head in prey. How in the pit he got his optics that big was beyond the tactician.

"What ever you want, no."

"But Pro-o-o-owl!" He whined pitifully placing his chin on her lap.

Sigh "What Jazz?"

"Come watch a scary movie with me." And there was the big optics again. Shimmering from side to side whilst poking out his lower lip in a cute little pout.

No matter how controlled the second in command wished she was, she could never/will never be able to say 'no' to that face and Jazz knew it.

The silence settled for a bit before the white femme sighed and stood. She had to step over the saboteur to get to the old metallic locker to put her data pad away, though the silver mech didn't care.

"I'll take that as a yes." He smiled goofily up at her before standing. The saboteur grinned and grabbed the femme by the hand before pulling her out of the room.

By the time they made it to the lounge Prowls entire lower arm was numb.

"Remind me again why I agreed to this." She dead panned before sitting on the over comfy sofa designed especially for them, though Prowl didn't want to think of how many chickens had been killed to get enough feathers to fill the cushions.

"Cause ya love me!" Jazz replied merrily from where he was standing over the large cupboard housing the bases DVD collection. 'If only that was true.'The young mech sighed before pulling out the cover of 'The ring' and popping it into the machine. It was hard for the autobots to use such small devices but they managed. That is until Ironhide gets hold of something and completely destroys it in his giant hand.

The white femme wriggled uncomfortably and tried to remove the trembling silver mech from her lap.

"Jazz, you should try to remember that human movies are fake." She grunted, giving a large shove. Jazz fell to the ground in a heap with a resounding clang.

Prowl chuckled smugly at the scene, that is until a hand darted out from the side of the couch and dragged her down. The femme let out a quiet squeal and toppled quiet ungracefully down onto the mech.

"Ha! Who's laughing now?" A voice filtered from somewhere behind and underneath the tactician as she glanced around at the tangled mass of limbs they had become.

From somewhere to the side Jazz's head emerged and he rolled over her. Placing his sharp fingers on either side of her helm, the saboteur started to push himself off her but stop.

"Primus your beautiful." he sighed with out thinking.

Prowls optics widened as she gazed up at her friends unvisored face plate. "W-what?" she stuttered sitting up, angling her arms behind her for balance.

At her question Jazz seemed to snap out of his daze enough to realise what he had just said.

"Oh.. I, uh.. Just.." His rambling went on but Prowl was too focussed on the fact that the third in command was still laying atop her to listen.

Noticing the femme get a far away look in her optics, Jazz stopped.

"Prowl?"

At the mention of her name, the femme snapped her head up to look at the saboteur. His optics shone with so much confusing and desperate hope. Thinking that the femme was angry he continued his babbling. The femme suddenly realise how much the mech had been flirting with her the last couple of days. To say she didn't feel anything back was a lie, but she didn't know what to do about it and just shrugged it off. Until now she just thought the mech was being friendly and just trying to help her through the rough patch of just being turned into a femme.

But this was Jazz! Her best friend since she was little, the thought of being more then friends with him before had made her cringe and dismiss it. But now, what ever was in that explosion did had turned it into a possibility.

"And it just came out I didn't rea.."

"Jazz, you have five seconds to kiss me before I come to my sensors."

All words of rambled apology sputtered and died in the mechs throat at her words.

"Ya, serious?"

"Two seconds!"

A look of disbelief crossed the mechs face as he reached down to brushed his lips across hers. 'Must be a dream' He concluded but decided to just enjoy it while he had it.

"Two seconds is all I need." He whispered and captured her lips with his.

The femme tilted her head to the side and pressed up towards him, every thing was just so surreal, it screamed 'dream' to the mech, especially when Prowl wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him in deeper.

When he pulled away, her optics were half shuttered and a gentle smile played across her face.

"We shouldn't be doing this." she stated optics flickering back to his. The silver mechs face fell, this was where the femme of his dreams turned into some hideous monster and tried to eat him just as he woke up.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was for the femme of his dreams to wrap her legs around his waist and reach up to bring him back down for another heated kiss.

Their nasal plates pressed together as they pushed past each others lip components to engage their glossa's.

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This was how Optimus found his second and third in command as he reached the rec room, intending to grab a cube of energon on his way to his quarters after a long day in the office.

The doors swished open and he swiftly made his way to the energon dispenser in the far corner. He didn't even realise what was going on in front of the couch until and heard a strained grunt coming from the lounge area of the large room.

The massive bot approached the back of the large cream coloured sofa cautiously and peered over.

His optics widened in astonishment when all he could see was Prowls legs crossed over Jazz's hips while they engaged in a frenzied make out session.

Not sure what to do, the blue and red mech cleared his throat and watched in amusement as his two highest ranking officers broke apart and glanced up at him in horror.

"Optimus?!" Prowl gasped in shock as Jazz jumped off her faster then he'd ever seen the mech move before.

"Er.. Hey there boss man." Jazz greeted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his helm in embarrassment.

"Hello Jazz." He replied, raising an optical ridge, that was the last thing he had expected to see that afternoon. "As much as I hate to do this to you Prowl, but your late for parol."

The femme's optics widened as she glanced at her internal clock, "Slag!" she shouted before rushing from the room, leaving Jazz standing there uncomfortably.

"I ah, have to go.. clean.. my.. chicken, Bye!" he stuttered and ran passed the towering mech, leaving him there alone.

Optimus let out a tired sigh and shook his head. "Well, that was unexpected."

Hope you liked it! Much love,

MGW