Pairing: G1 Prowl/TFA Bumblebee

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Touching, kissing, admiration

Requested by Echo Stargazer

"Hey, don't touch-that's my helm, hello?!" Bumblebee swatted the servos calmly poking at his plating in curiosity.

"Peculiar indeed, I don't remember Bumblebee being as feisty as you but I'll admit, you are cuter," Prowl smirked.

The yellow mech blinked a second before angrily narrowing his optics and peering over the white and black chassis with a residing frown. This wasn't his Prowl, not the nature-loving, slow-but-steady Prowl he was used to. And "cute?" The REAL Prowl would never call him cute, only obnoxious or impatient at most. His Prowl would be scowling at his every move, his every spoken word but this one was just smiling and prodding at his features like he was some sort of exotic creature. It was annoying. This must be what the butterflies felt like in the Detroit park Prowl loved to hang around.

"I am NOT cute!" Bumblebee gritted through his denta.

Prowl merely glanced at him, still keeping a soft smile, "Perhaps I should tell the others that you are here so we can figure out a way to get you home."

Bee sighed, "Thank you; finally you have some sense."

"But…I kind of want to keep you because you're so adorably obnoxious."

Tires screeched in the back of Bumblebee's processor as his hopes to return to his universe were crushed before him. This wasn't how he wanted this day to go. He blinked unfavorably before gesturing with utmost confusion.

"Wha-you can't do that! I can't stay here!"

Prowl suddenly got too close for his liking and clasped his chin with a purr, "I know you can't and I promise I'll get you home someday but until then, I wonder if there's a way to tame your odd behavior. I certainly never had this much trouble with my Bumblebee but you are such a special case, I simply can't pass on this opportunity to find out everything about you."

At that point, Bumblebee gave up. He knew there was no way to talk Prowl out of letting him go, but that didn't mean he couldn't twist Prowl's expectations against him. Of course if he was anything like his Prowl, it would definitely be hard but like this Prowl stated, he had plenty of time.

"So now what, Prowl, you going to lecture me on how to be a good bot while we wait for you to try and get me home? I'm not one for elongated speeches. They make my fuses short-circuit."

Prowl studied his temperament with a growing intrigued expression before speaking, "I assume that's what your Prowl does?"

Bee scoffed, "Yeah, he's really into doing the right thing and all that stuff about nature being 'our friend' nonsense. He likes to meditate and annoy me and-"

Suddenly, Bee was pulled into a somewhat sloppy kiss with the taller mech's glossa invading his mouth. He struggled a little against it even if it seemed amazing. But the fact that it was the counterpart to a close teammate made it awkward and made him grimace a brief second. When he finally pushed away, he slid his arm to brush over his mouth with a frown. "What the frag, Prowl?!"

Prowl chuckled, "I figured I would save the lecture for someone more capable. Besides, how else am I going to keep you quiet during our time together? To be honest, I just wanted to know if you tasted the same as mine. I am not disappointed to find that you are sweeter."

Bumblebee began to blush madly, "Y-yeah well…that was still uncool. A little warning next time?"

"Where would the fun be in doing that?"

"You're definitely not my Prowl," Bumblebee muttered.

AN: Don't usually do this but a lucky winner had their choice crossover chosen and I tried to perform adequately though G1 is not to my best knowledge.