My Sweet Valentine
Name: My Sweet Valentine
One-shot
Words: ~1, 700
Verse: G1
Genre: Fluff, fluff and more fluff
Rating: K
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, mentions of others
Warnings: None
Summary: A simple and normal Valentine's Day for Prowl and Jazz.
AN: Hope you like it ^^ R&R
Jazz lifted his head from Prowls chest plates, still drowsy. He looked at the room. Gray light coming form the window due to the rain from outside but it was warm and cozy scooted here with Prowl. The SIC was still in recharge from what Jazz could tell, with a hand loosely around the saboteurs middle. Jazz grinned when he realized what day it was.
He leaned up and kissed Prowl on the lips, "Wake up Prowler..." He murmured gently and kissed him again, "Whole new day ahead of us..." He give a chaste kiss again, but suddenly felt a hand behind his helm as Prowl pressed him closer. The kiss was sloppy and lazy.
Jazz loved it.
"Someone's eager today." Prowl said and started to wake up his systems. Jazz like to recharge a lot. So it was a surprise when the smaller mech had woken up earlier than Prowl.
"Yup." Jazz beamed, "It's Valentines day today and I've planned th'perfect dinner fer us!"
"I am sure you did." Prowl smiled gently and kissed him again. It was an unspoken rule between them. Jazz planed the bigger events in their relationship like Christmas or Valentines day while Prowl was the more subtle. Jazz didn't mind at all because when Prowl planned something...it was beyond perfect, just like the tacticians plans. Flawless. In every detail.
But today's Jazz's holiday turn.
"Ah..." Prowl pulled Jazz away, "We wont be able to leave the room if we continue this." He trailed off when Jazz kissed him again, more passionate this time.
"Ha, tell it to someone who cares." The saboteur murmured and continued to ravish the SIC's mouth.
With great reluctance (especially on Jazz's behalf) they broke the kiss and went to the washracks to get cleaned. Unfortunately there they engaged another make out session. It was like they were newly mates. It's not the bond that drives them that way. It's simply their love.
After that was done with the couple headed for the rec room to refuel. After greeting the bots that were in the room and chatting with some the couple went their separate way to fulfill their duties.
Prowl headed for his office. A lot of data pads awaited him. He sighed. The thing Jazz will never understand about his mate was the fact that Prowl enjoyed his work. He didn't mind having so much data pads to look over. Prowl had on many occasions confessed that it was strangely calming for his nerves. So Jazz let him do whatever he desired and only reminded him to refuel when the SIC got carried away.
"Lunch brake love!" Jazz beamed when he entered his office holding a cube for the SIC.
"Already?" Prowl checked his internal clock and yes, it was 12:37 PM in fact.
"Thank you." Prowl accepted the cube and shared a chaste kiss with Jazz.
"Gotta run Prowler. Sunny's waiting for me and Primus is he in a mood. He detests having patrol in such weather."
"Oh, I thought Huffer was his partner?"
"Yeahhh," Jazz started, "But I can't guarantee ol' Huffer will have all of his limbs after the patrol with a pissed of Sunstreaker about his finish. So we switched."
"You've had patrol duty five day's in a row now-"
"Relax love. We'll be gone for a couple of hours. I'll be back around 05: 30 PM so there's a lot of time for me to get cleaned and shined just for ya."
If Prowl could, he would have blushed. Luckily he couldn't.
"Then don't let me keep you." They shared a brief kiss, " Be careful."
"Yes sir!"
"Jazz."
"Always am Prowler." Jazz smiled and excited the office with Prowls now empty cube. Prowl sighed but a smile never left his face and resumed his reports.
Later that day Jazz returned muddied and wet. He grinned at Prowl from the office entrance and reminded his bonded not to forget their plans for dinner later today. He had to be ready around 08:00 PM. He confirmed it and Jazz left to get cleaned.
The next time Prowl checked the time it was 07:23 PM. He looked at the huge pile of pads Bumblebee has left him earlier. He still had time to look at them. He resumed his work intended to stop soon so he could polish as well.
Unfortunately just as he exited his office Optimus stopped him and asked Prowl to look at some battle plans that he needed. Never one to refuse Prime, Prowl accepted the task. He sat behind his desk with a heavy sigh. He knew Jazz had planned for them to go to a rather fancy place tonight, having booked it and all.
::Prowl to Jazz.::
::Jazz here. What's up love? You on yer way?::
It pained Prowl to do this, ::Unfortunately no. Is there a way to reschedule for 09:00 PM instead?::
::Uhh yeah, sure no problem Prowler.::
::Thank you Jazz.::
And Prowl resumed to work on Primes battle plans. He got so absorbed that when he looked up again at his clock he literally grimaced. It was 10:20 PM. Quickly standing up and hoping Jazz wouldn't be too upset he excited the office. His gift for the saboteur was nicely tucked in his subspace.
Unfortunately as he passed the rec room he couldn't help but growl in frustration. Apparently there was a scuffle between some of the mechs. Actually it couldn't be even called that because they were more wrestling rather than fighting. After quite an effort to brake it up (it was quite hard to reason with drunken mechs) Prowl resumed on his way to their quarters where Jazz was supposed to wait for him. He just hoped the saboteur wont be too upset with him, it was already 11:00 PM.
He entered their quarters only to find them dark and empty. Worried, he pinged his mate but got a short message to shower and meet him in the conference room. Prowl grimaced. Jazz was mad. So in order to make him feel bad they would talk work all night long.
Resigned, Prowl headed for the washracks. Half an hour later he found himself in front of the conference room, willing himself to enter. Fortunately (or rather unfortunately) for him, the door opened to reveal a saboteur.
Prowl expected a lot of thing. Mean remarks, snarks, yelling, even the silent treatment for ruining their evening. But he got none of the above. Jazz was grinning, his side of the bond pouring with love and adoration so strong it made Prowls legs wobble.
"J-Jazz?" He asked confused, stalling a crash.
"Happy Valentines Day love." Jazz murmured and placed his hands behind Prowls neck, bringing their lips together for a deep, sensual kiss. Prowl pressed the smaller mech closer and lost contact with time, giving in to the kiss, relieved, even slightly confused that Jazz wasn't mad. The opposite in fact.
Once the kiss broke Prowl looked apologetically at Jazz, "I'm sorry I ruined our Valentines day Jazz." He murmured and brought their foreheads together.
"What are ya talking 'bout Prowler? Ya didn't ruin a thing. And if I recall, there are still 24 minutes left of the 14th of February."Jazz grinned and proceeded to drag Prowl in the conference room.
Once inside he couldn't help but gap at the scene before him. There were red colored candles everywhere, some of them scented even. They were casting deep shadows on everything. Prowl had to stop himself from staring at Jazz. In this light the smiling saboteur looked simply exquisite.
On the huge table at the far end stood a small chest where little crystals were gently glowing. They were Praxian crystals. Prowl never thought he'd see crystals like them again. True, they were quite small and it'll probably be hard nurturing them but Prowl grew very fond of the gift the very instant he lied optics on it.
Low music was playing in the background from somewhere, perfecting the romantic atmosphere.
"You..." Prowl started, taking in the whole scene one more time before he looked at the beautiful creature he had the privilege of calling his bond mate, "You never had reservations for somewhere else. You've planed this from the beginning." It was not a question.
Jazz beamed, "I am bonded to a tactician who happens to be SIC of the entire Autobot army." Jazz smiled gently. Nothing but pure love flew from his side of the bond. "A SIC who happens to be very busy most of the time."
Jazz pressed close to Prowl and whispered in his audio, "I know you Commander Prowl. Better than you know yourself."
Prowl used his hand to pull Jazz's face away from his audios and crashed their lips. Prowl proceeded to drown Jazz in his love for the smaller mech. The strong feelings made Jazz's legs week and only thanks to Prowl did he stay up right.
It took all of Prowls self restrain to brake the kiss. He smiled gently at his mate, sent a quiet prayer to the gods, thanking them for the gift they have bestowed upon him.
"I have a surprise, my Jazz." He murmured.
"Oh?" Jazz looked curiously as Prowl pulled something from subspace. Were those...
"Tickets?" Jazz asked intrigued.
"Your favorite band is coming to town next week. I thought it would be prudent if just the two of us went to the concert."
"But the tickets where all sold out! Not even Blaster has one!" Jazz exclaimed, now joy and astonishment flowing in waves from the visored mech.
"I have my ways." Prowls tone dropped. Jazz shivered but grinned and pressed closer to Prowl, sending a simple command to lock the door.
"I'm sure ya do."
Prowl smirked, "Happy Valentines Day Jazz."
"Happy Valentines Day Prowler."