(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly and Angel and any other OC's I've mentioned in previous chapters :))

(Authors Note: Hello my darling readers! I hope you've all been enjoying the story so far because I love writing additional chapters for all of you to enjoy. I apologize for the delay in update but I've been trying to give attention to my other stories as well, but I assure you all that there will be more to come in the future. Anyways, I also wanted to thank you for taking the time to read my story. Also, as a heads up, this chapter will mainly focus on Jazz and Prowl and will be full of sweet fluff, but since this story is rated T, I've kept it safe and age appropriate (I'm sorry). I've actually been thinking about writing an M rated, NSFW short story featuring Jazz and Prowl, but we'll see what happens. Anyways, enjoy the chapter and feel free to leave a comment. Until next time, stay safe, stay sane and stay awesome!)

"English"

::Comm. link::

{Cybertronian}

[HUD notifications/scans]

::Bond conversations::

:Speaker speech:

"Intercom"

Memories/flashbacks/stasis

{:Ghost/apparition speech:}

Chapter 18

-Months later-

The changing seasons brought new wonders for the tiny femme, as well as new challenges. Because of it now being winter, Filly could no longer use her alternative form while among the humans due to the amount of ice and snow along the roads and sidewalks. Therefore, whenever she wanted to go out for a drive, she had to stay within the warmth and safety of one of her creators or fellow Autobots.

Being as small as she was, she couldn't be exposed to the cold for long as her internal temperature would rapidly decrease. When that happened, Angel would be right there to provide her with additional warmth or she would bring her over to Jazz where he'd place her within his sparkling hold; which is where she was currently at.

Over the past few weeks, Filly had been spending more time within the warm, quiet chamber as a means to shield herself from the cooler temperature. While she enjoyed the changing seasons, her tiny body couldn't handle the cold as well as she liked.

Despite the Ark being located within a desert, the outdoor temperature was near freezing at times and occasionally there'd be snow upon the ground. With that, the Autobots tended to stay indoors where it was nice and warm, but they'd still have to go out on their patrols and deal with the occasional Decepticon activity. Thankfully, it wasn't a common occurrence as the Cons weren't too fond of the cold either.

At the moment, Jazz was lying in the berth next to Prowl while their little femme was safely nestled within his sparkling hold. A fond smile lined his face as he felt her slightly shift around in order to get more comfortable. His servo lightly rubbed over his chassis, to which he felt her send out a gentle wave of love through the bond. This love was also extended to Prowl and Angel who reciprocated her affections and responded in turn.

The Praxion was currently sitting atop the large berth while his sparkmate was comfortably nestled against him. "How's our little femme doing?" He asked while placing a servo over Jazz's chassis.

"Hmm, she's keeping warm in there. Poor lil' thing's been feeling chilled more often lately. I asked Ratchet about it and he assured me that she's okay. Of course, he also said that she's more susceptible to the colder temperatures because of her smaller size and frame."

"Understandable." He leaned down and tenderly nuzzled Jazz's helm, making the smaller mech smile with adoration.

"Remember when we first met?"

"How could I not," Prowl fondly smirked as the memories began flooding his processor. "I was called to address a noise complaint from one of the tenants in the apartment building you were living in at the time. If I remember correctly, you were attending a large party that had migrated onto the roof and you had been drinking too much high grade."

"Yea, that sounds about right," he chuckled.

"And after I managed to break up the commotion, you asked me if I could walk you back down to your unit, to which I agreed out of duty. But when we finally reached your door and I helped you inside, you suddenly turned around and thanked me with a kiss."

"What can I say Prowler, you were just too irresistible not to kiss. Ya still are," he winked from underneath his visor.

"You made me glitch."

"I did, didn't I," a fond laugh escaped his vocalizer. "But I did say that I was sorry."

"You did. And afterwards, I headed back to my patrol and assumed that was the last time I'd see you."

"But I proved ya wrong when I signed up with the Autobot Academy."

He smirked and gave a nod, "Indeed. I admit that I had my doubts that you'd successfully make it through the training course, but I'm glad that you proved me wrong."

"Oh? Ya doubted ma skills?" Jazz teasingly asked with a wink, to which Prowl slightly rolled his optics:

"Only in the beginning of our training; but you gradually started to impress me...and intrigue me."

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm," he gently tilted his chin up and planted a kiss upon his lip plates, to which Jazz suddenly felt soft, squirming movements from within his sparkling hold.

Upon opening his chest cavity where the protective pocket was located, Filly tumbled out and smiled up at her creators, "If you two are gonna interphase, then I'm gonna step out of the room for a while with Angel."

Both mechs shared a knowing look before Prowl finally spoke, "Alright; but if your temperature drops again please let us or Ratchet know."

"I will Papa," she nodded and gave both of them a hug, to which she then climbed down from the berth with Angel's help. The large cyberdog had stepped into the room as soon as she heard Filly's voice, knowing she either wanted to head out to play or just wanted her company.

Once their daughter and Angel had exited the room and the door was closed, Prowl looked down at his sparkmate and sensually asked, "Where were we?"

"Hmm, I believe you were gonna kiss me again. Correct?"

"That sounds about right," he nodded before leaning down and planting another kiss to his lip plates, to which Jazz responded by gently pulling him closer and sensually running his skilled digits along his thigh. At that, Prowl emitted a pleasurable groan before gently taking a hold of his servo and removing it from his leg, "As much as I love your ministrations, I'll be taking control of the situation now."

"Oh? Ya want me to lie back and let ya take care of me," he playfully winked.

He responded with a nod before suddenly pulling out a set of servocuffs from his subspace, "I was thinking about using these to restrain you while I pleasurably torture you."

Jazz felt his spark rate increase as a small dust of blue made its way onto his face plates, "Oh Prowler, you haven't used those on me in vorns. Does this mean what I think it does?"

"Mmhmm," he fondly smirked and cupped his cheek. "I'm feeling a bit nostalgic after the memories you recollected. So as of right now you will address me as Officer Prowl and obey my orders. Is that understood?"

"Mmm, yes Sir, Officer Prowl," he purred while his sparkmate cuffed him and gave a slight wink before slowly trailing kisses down his neck cables and stopping to nibble at the junction between his neck and shoulder plate. "Oh Officer…"

"Officer what?" He asked as he suddenly pinched the sensitive cable between his thigh and groin plating.

"O-Officer Prowl," Jazz moaned, which brought a smile to the Praxion's face.

"That's more like it," he whispered while sensually running his servos along his frame, making his sparkmate gasp as he skillfully fondled every sensitive nook and hot spot. He knew exactly where to torture him while being mindful not to overdo it to where he'd overload. Oh no. He wanted to make this last. Refraining from removing Jazz's interphase panel, Prowl internally smirked: he wanted him to beg for it to be removed.

Was it difficult to resist? Of course. But would it be worth it in the end? Definitely.

With that, he then slowly began to lick a trail down Jazz's frame while his servos skillfully found their way underneath parts of his armor and began fondling his protoform, making his back struts arch in sheer pleasure. "Oh Primus...Prowler…"

"That's Officer Prowl to you," he sensually chastised as he gave him another pinch.

"Mmm, are ya gonna pinch me every time I address you as something other than Officer Prowl?"

"I might," he growled against his abdominal plates while his digits lightly brushed against his groin plating.

"Hmm, then by all means Officer, pinch away," he smirked and gave his mate a wink from underneath his visor.

Prowl knew exactly what Jazz was trying to do and unfortunately, it was working. However, he could easily use this to his advantage if he played it smart. With a knowing smirk, he set his plan into motion and asserted his authority, "That's Officer Prowl to you civilian," he sensually replied before pinching his thigh cable and gently biting down on his hip, causing him to gasp:

"Oh Primus!"

XXXXX

Nearly an hour after the start of their pleasurable copulation, Jazz and Prowl laid completely spent and exhausted upon the berth. Their cooling fans were on high while their sparks raced within their chassis' as their overloads left them trembling in ecstasy.

"...Oh Prowler...that was...incredible," Jazz stated through bits of static.

"...I agree," he replied with a prideful smile. His digits then interlaced with his as he cuddled him closer to his frame and softly kissed his helm, "I love you brightspark."

The TIC felt his spark flip in its casing upon hearing that title. He knew Prowl wasn't one to use nicknames often, so when he did refer to him as something other than his designation, it was very special. For this, he decided to do something equally sparkfelt: with a smile, Jazz actually removed his visor and looked up at him with his pale (white) optics, "And I love you my dearest light."

The two mechs shared a tender kiss before Prowl gently brushed his thumb over the side of Jazz's face, "I missed seeing your optics without your visor on."

"I know," he softly replied as he placed his servo over his. "But this is a privilege meant for your viewing only."

"Then I'm honored," he sincerely stated before leaning down and kissing him once more.