Title: Slap-Slap-Kiss
Rating: PG
Continuity: G1 ish
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Bluestreak
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never have, probably never will.
Prompt: 4. Slap in the face.
Feb. 9, 2013
It wasn't often that Prowl and Jazz's arguments got so heated that everyone in the room felt that they should leave. It did happen, though, and this was one of those times.
It had started small. A little complaint/question; Prowl asking Jazz to turn his audio-shattering music down. From there, it had just degraded into a full out shouting match. No one really knew how, or what exactly had prompted the downward spiral. To tell the truth, no one really cared. They just knew that when Optimus Prime's right and left hands got into fights like this, it was best to evacuate the blast zone.
So that's what they did. They casually filed out, one at a time, desperate not to attract the black and whites' attention.
The argument went on for a long while, the two shouting over each other. The loud screams went on uninterrupted for almost half an hour ("A new record!" Sideswipe had cheered quietly from where he, his brother, and Bluestreak were peeking around the doorframe).
Then there was a loud Clang!, and everything was quiet.
Prowl stared at Jazz, fingers barely brushing the dent on the gray cheek plating. Then he pulled back and landed a hard return slap across the saboteur's face.
They stared at each other for a long moment, then lunged forward. Their lips met in passionate embrace, and stayed there. (Sideswipe, from behind the door, was making gagging motions while Bluestreak giggled.)
The black and whites separated, fans whirring loudly. "Primus, Ah, love ya," Jazz whispered.
"And I, you," Prowl returned.
They kissed again, slaps and arguments forgotten.