*runs for bus*
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ante_luceTitle: ((I'll be witty later!))
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Prowl. Jazz.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
They walked towards the living areas, Jazz going off on random tangents, Prowl making the appropriate ‘yes, I’m still in the land of the functioning and listening to you’ noises in response. As a certain door came up, the tactician tilted his head at the Ops mech and commented lightly.
“Prowler, Prowler, Prowler. You’ve been calling me that all night.”
“I think it’s cute.” The visored mech shrugged, smirking at him, only to stall when the Datsun stalked towards him, the look in the chevroned mech’s optics setting warning bells off in Jazz’s processors. “Prowler?”
“Prowler again. I’ve outgrown the need for such… childish pet names.” Prowl drew even closer, making the Porsche back up until his back hit the door. The tactician’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. I know you saw off Sunstreaker just now.”
“You didn’t want him hovering over you. And I know you’re too slagging polite to tell him to go frag himself.”
“Perhaps I wanted his attentions.”
“Right. Then you would’ve stopped him from leaving, and he should’ve had the manifolds to stick around.”
“Who would? You’ve marked me as yours since the moment you laid optics on my person. Calling me Prowler, when no one else dares. Staking your claim before anyone could get ideas, Jazz? Well, congratulations. I’m here. I’m yours. Time to claim your prize.”
Jazz made a startled sound as his door slid open, making him stumble backwards into his darkened quarters. Prowl followed, his stride into the Porsche’s den smooth and unhesitating.
“Frag, Prowl! That’s not what I was doing!”
“Oh? Do enlighten me, then.” Doorwings twitched almost cheekily, and the Ops mech glared at the tactician.
“I think you already know damn well what my explanation would be.”
“It’s always better to hear it from the Ops mech’s mouth.” A white fingertip brushed across the saboteur’s lips, and Prowl smiled slowly at the other mech’s quick intake of air.
“… Protection. Was protecting you.”
“Protecting me? From what, pray tell?”
“Look, I knew from the moment I saw you that you hadn’t… And no one else seemed to realise it either. And once you hit… this,” A black hand was waved vaguely at the Datsun’s form. “There’d be a lot of bots tempted to get their hands on you, with or without your okay. But if others thought I was interested, it’d slow them up enough for you to realise what was happening and be able to make your decision.”
Belatedly, Jazz realised the other black and white had moved his arms about his waist, trapping him, bringing a warmer than average chassis to rest against the Ops mech’s when Prowl made his response, sounding rather amused at his predicament.
“I see.” A brief laugh, and the saboteur’s optics went dim as that sound filled his audios, then flared to full brilliance when the SIC’s voice came from much nearer than before. “My hero.”
The doorwinged mech smirked. He could see Jazz’s processors screaming ‘too close, too close fartooclose!’ at the frazzled mech, while at the same time trying to respond to Prowl’s warm frame, to the scent the tactician knew he was giving off, one that was growing stronger the longer he spent pressed to the Ops mech. Then he was spun around, as the saboteur clearly reached breaking point, dashing free of the chevroned mech’s hold to leap for the door, putting the locked barrier between himself and the Datsun.
“M’no one’s hero.” Jazz muttered distractedly as he leant back against the metal panel. “Just didn’t want you to lose the option, like I did.”
“Jazz.” The Porsche shivered at the understanding in Prowl’s voice.
“Prowler, don’t, ‘kay? I came out fine.”
“Mmm. Alright.” The tactician softly agreed, but his next words were loaded with mischief, and the Ops mech found out exactly why when his door slid open again, spilling him into the Datsun’s waiting arms.
“But you do realise I was the one who unlocked your door in the first place?”
Stunned, Jazz could only make the following protest. “Mech, I think that’s cheating.”
“Maybe. But I’m not above a little unfair advantage.” Lips were pressed just once, chastely against the side of his helm before Prowl let him go.
“You’ve gone through a lot of trouble to allow me my choice. I suppose it’s only fair to let you do the same. I choose you, Jazz. When and if you decide you want me, you know how to find me.”
Then the mech stepped out of the room, past the stunned Porsche, and continued down the hall towards his own quarters.
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Prowl. Jazz.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
They walked towards the living areas, Jazz going off on random tangents, Prowl making the appropriate ‘yes, I’m still in the land of the functioning and listening to you’ noises in response. As a certain door came up, the tactician tilted his head at the Ops mech and commented lightly.
“Prowler, Prowler, Prowler. You’ve been calling me that all night.”
“I think it’s cute.” The visored mech shrugged, smirking at him, only to stall when the Datsun stalked towards him, the look in the chevroned mech’s optics setting warning bells off in Jazz’s processors. “Prowler?”
“Prowler again. I’ve outgrown the need for such… childish pet names.” Prowl drew even closer, making the Porsche back up until his back hit the door. The tactician’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. I know you saw off Sunstreaker just now.”
“You didn’t want him hovering over you. And I know you’re too slagging polite to tell him to go frag himself.”
“Perhaps I wanted his attentions.”
“Right. Then you would’ve stopped him from leaving, and he should’ve had the manifolds to stick around.”
“Who would? You’ve marked me as yours since the moment you laid optics on my person. Calling me Prowler, when no one else dares. Staking your claim before anyone could get ideas, Jazz? Well, congratulations. I’m here. I’m yours. Time to claim your prize.”
Jazz made a startled sound as his door slid open, making him stumble backwards into his darkened quarters. Prowl followed, his stride into the Porsche’s den smooth and unhesitating.
“Frag, Prowl! That’s not what I was doing!”
“Oh? Do enlighten me, then.” Doorwings twitched almost cheekily, and the Ops mech glared at the tactician.
“I think you already know damn well what my explanation would be.”
“It’s always better to hear it from the Ops mech’s mouth.” A white fingertip brushed across the saboteur’s lips, and Prowl smiled slowly at the other mech’s quick intake of air.
“… Protection. Was protecting you.”
“Protecting me? From what, pray tell?”
“Look, I knew from the moment I saw you that you hadn’t… And no one else seemed to realise it either. And once you hit… this,” A black hand was waved vaguely at the Datsun’s form. “There’d be a lot of bots tempted to get their hands on you, with or without your okay. But if others thought I was interested, it’d slow them up enough for you to realise what was happening and be able to make your decision.”
Belatedly, Jazz realised the other black and white had moved his arms about his waist, trapping him, bringing a warmer than average chassis to rest against the Ops mech’s when Prowl made his response, sounding rather amused at his predicament.
“I see.” A brief laugh, and the saboteur’s optics went dim as that sound filled his audios, then flared to full brilliance when the SIC’s voice came from much nearer than before. “My hero.”
The doorwinged mech smirked. He could see Jazz’s processors screaming ‘too close, too close fartooclose!’ at the frazzled mech, while at the same time trying to respond to Prowl’s warm frame, to the scent the tactician knew he was giving off, one that was growing stronger the longer he spent pressed to the Ops mech. Then he was spun around, as the saboteur clearly reached breaking point, dashing free of the chevroned mech’s hold to leap for the door, putting the locked barrier between himself and the Datsun.
“M’no one’s hero.” Jazz muttered distractedly as he leant back against the metal panel. “Just didn’t want you to lose the option, like I did.”
“Jazz.” The Porsche shivered at the understanding in Prowl’s voice.
“Prowler, don’t, ‘kay? I came out fine.”
“Mmm. Alright.” The tactician softly agreed, but his next words were loaded with mischief, and the Ops mech found out exactly why when his door slid open again, spilling him into the Datsun’s waiting arms.
“But you do realise I was the one who unlocked your door in the first place?”
Stunned, Jazz could only make the following protest. “Mech, I think that’s cheating.”
“Maybe. But I’m not above a little unfair advantage.” Lips were pressed just once, chastely against the side of his helm before Prowl let him go.
“You’ve gone through a lot of trouble to allow me my choice. I suppose it’s only fair to let you do the same. I choose you, Jazz. When and if you decide you want me, you know how to find me.”
Then the mech stepped out of the room, past the stunned Porsche, and continued down the hall towards his own quarters.
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Date: 2009-08-18 11:32 am (UTC)Yay, first post! Can't wait for Jazz to finally come to his senses and go get *his* Prowl!! :D
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Date: 2009-08-18 02:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 11:43 am (UTC)*Holds up bunny/carrots to feed current(right current?)bunny*
Flustered Jazz, mischievous prowl please?
This was gold!!!
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Date: 2009-08-18 01:38 pm (UTC)Now I must go and save all these page links to my favorite story bookmarks for later re reading :)
D
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Date: 2009-08-18 02:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-18 02:30 pm (UTC)But Prowl will make it all better, no? >:3
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Date: 2009-08-18 02:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 03:41 pm (UTC)Ooh, a mischievous Prowl is wonderful. :D
Good work!
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Date: 2009-08-19 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 04:13 pm (UTC)Whirly
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Date: 2009-08-19 02:08 am (UTC)Well done - a refreshing change... I keep thinking I'm reading a tame fic spin-off from the kink-meme - cuz there was one about coming of age not too long ago (though it starred Bluestreak).
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Date: 2009-08-19 04:28 am (UTC)What might that story be, and where can I find it please?
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Date: 2009-08-20 03:54 am (UTC)It's this thread (http://community.livejournal.com/tf2007fun/506446.html?thread=16720462#t16720462) on the kinkmeme. (Careful, link is *NOT* worksafe!)
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Date: 2009-08-27 04:50 pm (UTC)You might need some Febreeze
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Date: 2009-08-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-19 02:43 am (UTC)*sigh* I LIKE this bunny!
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