For the next several orns things continued as normal between them, except for the secret smiles whenever they accidentally brushed servo's and the shy pauses whenever Prowl caught Jazz staring at him or vice-versa.
Prowl considered himself a vary patient youngling but this had gone on long enough, he just had to know! "Prowler? Wha's a matter? Why are you lookin' at me like tha'?"
Prowl went through with it before he chickened out, damning the consequences he kissed Jazz.
For a breem Jazz didn't move and Prowl thought he'd made an awful mistake.
As he started to pull away his spark at breaking point Jazz placed a hand on his neck pulling him closer kissing him back. Prowl's doorwings fluttered his spark soaring at an ultimate high, distantly he could hear Jazz purring. When they parted Prowl burrowed his face into Jazz's neck cables "Love you Prowler."
Prowl froze. Love? Jazz loved him. He had a general idea of what love was, like he loved his Creator in a family way, Jazz loved music because it made him happy, but love in this sense was adoring someone who meant everything to them wasn't it? Satisfied with his logic Prowl wrapped his arms around the other black and white "Love you more."
Jazz's purring got louder.
That evening Prowl stared off into space a dopey smile plastered on his faceplates, he was missing Jazz but the excitement at the thought of seeing him again the next orn was great compensation. Sharpshot commented "You seem cheerful."
Prowl sipped his cube smiled still in place "I feel great."
His creator smiled "I am glad to hear it. Greystorm is coming over tomorrow."
Prowl didn't even twitch "That is nice."
Sharpshot refilled his cube "He has grown into a youngling."
Prowl's good mood vanished "Really?"
His Creator nodded "I know it is a surprise. We thought he would be a sparkling for at least another four decacycles. Well this is good for the pair of you, you are both one step closer to being bonded."
Prowl forced a smile "Yeah. Great."