Song Drabble - Prowl/Jazz

[quidamling]

When Dolphins Dance - Sting
(an instrumental of Englishman in New York and When We Dance)

No matter where Jazz went, he managed to saunter there.  Prowl was the more sedate mech by his side.  The silver frame would circle his black and white bonded, seemingly moving twice the distance as the tactician did with all of his spins and doubling back.  The mech managed to find a beat, creating his own music and dance around the steady tempo of Prowl’s footfalls.  At first it looked like it would drive the logical mech out of his expansive processors, and initially, it did.  But Jazz slipped little touches along plating, a hint of a caress over a doorwing as he moved.  It was a true expression of his personality and his love for his mate, so logically, Prowl couldn’t help but love the quirk.

 
“Jazz, isn’t that a stupendous waste of energon?”

“Be yourself, not matter what they say, Prowler…”

 
Eventually, Prowl took to taking the long way around, simply to spend longer walking with his beloved.

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It was soon after the launch of the Allspark, and teams were breaking up to attempt to retrieve it before Megatron.  Jazz found Prowl in front of a computer terminal and quietly got his attention with a stroke to a shoulder.  Smooth silver digits took elegant white hands, with the same grace Jazz which imbibed all of his movements, but a tremor shook through them. 

 
Prowl made a soft sound, concerned.

 
“Let’s you and I go for a walk, Prowlie-bot.”

 
The tactician nodded and followed his saboteur, out of the base, held dark in case of attack, and to the rooftop out beneath the stars.  Jazz’s normally brilliant smile was dimmed, but still dazzling.  “You know the orders coming through?”

 
“Yes, Optimus will need you with him.  I am slated to lead another team.”  Prowl stopped, looking up at the lights twinkling through the dim atmosphere.  He was drawn back by a touch to his cheek.

 
Jazz circled Prowl then, running his hands over the mech, setting every part of his being firmly into his memory.  A hitch of wings and Prowl stopped his mate before him, pulling him in for a deep kiss.  Then he made a rare reversal, spinning around his silver mate, mapping Jazz’s form just as had been done to himself.  Without a word, Jazz joined in, creating a complex whirling dance between the two of them, movements and touches and glances.

 
“Just to hold your image in my spark until I see you again…"