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Admittedly, with his lackluster experience with situations like this, and just a general lack of knowledge, Prowl didn’t expect much when he got the ping to join Jazz in his quarters after his shift. He was quite aware it was their 3rd anniversary tonight (thank you Smokescreen) but in the past, missions, meetings, and attacks have taken precedence over the celebration of their conjuxing. Also, it doesn’t help that past relationships gave him no real knowledge of what to expect or prepare for this, so you can’t blame him that-
“Prowler babe? You still with me?”
Right, he’s in Jazz’s quarters faced with.. This absolutely bizarre mash-up of Cybertronian and human anniversary customs. There were rose petals just covering the floor (63% chance they wouldn't get cleaned up for a half-orn due to constant busy schedules between them), weird fake candles covering every surface, and a small table that didn’t even exist in Jazz’s quarters till tonight; And Jazz..
”Your visor is pink.”
Oh slag it all, he had not meant to say that out loud. Apologize, apologize-
Jazz chuckled, “Quite the astute observation, Chief Tactician Commander Prowl, the tacnet come up with that one?”
Prowl scowled, “You and I both know-“ No, no. No. He was not biting the bait so Jazz could drag him into another session of goading him into doing what he wanted without (serious) question. Not to mention Jazz was wearing that stupid smug smirk he got when he knew he was nearly about to get one up on Prowl. He hated it, and wanted to get rid of it.
(98% probability kissing him would work.)
What?
”Jeez Prowler, cmon, don’t be a stranger!” Jazz guided him to the small two-person table, pushing him to sit down.
Here he got a good look at the…
Cybertronian-sized human dining china.
His mouth opened and closed a few times while he worked to restart his vocalizer and clear the static.
”Jazz..” He started slowly. “What is this?”
”Well it’s obviously our anniversary dinner crystal darlin’!” Jazz exclaimed. He hung on Prowls shoulders, pressed between his doorwings flat to the Praxians back.
”Yes, I can see that Jazz, but where did you get it?” He stressed. “I haven’t seen this in either of our quarters at any point and this would’ve taken at least an half-orn of planning!”
Jazz pressed his derma to Prowls chevron, “Cool it lover, don’ work yaself into anotha’ glitch on our night!”
”Then explain this,” A broad sweep of the arm over the room, “Jazz.”
”Well first off lover, I’m not head of spec ops for no reason yknow,”
A kiss to Prowls audials.
”So it’s insultin’ ya thinkin’,”
A kiss to the crease of his optic cover.
I couldn’ have managed,”
A kiss to his nose tip.
”Without gettin’ caught.”
A wet smack on the lips.
Prowl cringed, flinching away from Jazz just to be followed and peppered with more wet smooches.
”Also, I hid it all over at Raj and Hounds place.”
That earned him one of those signature “I’m the Second-in-Command so you better shut up right now” looks. Jazz snorted.
Prowl sighed and leaned back into Jazz’ grip.
”Too much?” Jazz queried.
”No, no.. Just, not expected.” Prowl tilted his head back, a small smile gracing the cupids bow of his lips. “This is very nice Jazz, thank you.”
”O’course lover.”