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Blankets

Ever since he started living with Jazz two vorns ago, Prowl had become used to coming home and seeing some quite bizarre things that he simply store in a file named: 'Jazz. Don't ask.' Only for the sake of his sanity. Tonight was such orn.

"…What are you doing?" Prowl asked as he stepped into the kitchen, where the chairs were arraigned in a semi-circle next to the table. Various cooling and thermo-blankets were draped over the chairs and the table, creating a shelter of sorts.

From what Prowl could see, Jazz had used every pillow they owned and placed them on the ground. He had used chains of crystal-lights (that were hung up when Praxus had its Annual Festival of the Crystals), hooking them to the blanket so that the inside was lighted. Each crystal was of different color, creating a relaxing atmosphere that reflected nicely on Jazz's plating.

Tucked carefully at the side of Jazz were two of Prowl's favorite board-games and there was a bag of energon confections as well, that the visored mech was already munching at, grinning at him.

"It's mah fortress!" Jazz replied brightly, "Well, ours. Ah made it for the two of us."

"Why?" Prowl asked carefully as he walked into the room, kneeling at the entrance of said 'fortress', peering at the mech inside.

Jazz just shrugged, "Cuz I wanted to."

Prowl nodded very slowly, "I… see."

"Dummy." Jazz laughed, but neither in a cruel nor mocking laugh. It was gentle and filled with fondness, "Come inside!"

"I would rather… not."

"Aww, c'mon lover! Please!"

"Jazz…"

"Please!"

"Jazz…"

"I got yer favorite confection! The ones with that acid you like so much!" Jazz grinned at him in triumph as he saw Prowl's resolve crack, "And they're all yours for the taking!"

Prowl sighed in defeat (in his defense, he was feeling hungry at the moment) and carefully entered the fortress of blankets, careful with his wings not to ruin it. Once he was fully inside, Jazz turned off the lights in the kitchen, pulling a part of the blanket to close the entrance.

Now, the only source of light were he chains of crystals lights. Jazz smiled fondly at his lover and lifted a hand to trace Prowl's cheek, "Thanks for playing along."

Rolling his optics, Prowl relied, "As if I can resist you."

"True!" Jazz chuckled and handed him the acidic confections, smiling as Prowl eagerly put one in his mouth and then watched Jazz curiously, as the visored mech pulled one of the games and started arranging the pieces for both players.

"A couple of nights ago, ya said you never went campin' so…" Jazz trailed off, "Welcome to Camp 1:1 lover! The uncensored version." And purred the last part, nearly making Prowl choke on his candy.

"Well, I admit, I didn't expect this… ever." Prowl added as an afterthought, optics roaming over the board, a content feeling settling over him. This was… nice. Wonderful even. Different, yes. But different in a good way. Just like Jazz was.

"Seeming as you set everything up, I'll give you the honors of going first." Prowl motioned at the board, wings twitching in happiness.

Jazz just grinned and speakers emerged from his legs, adding the finishing touch to the night as music started playing.

Fireworks

"Prowl! Prowler, wake up!"

The enforcer grunted as he was tugged. He onlined his optics blearily only to see Jazz next to him, trying to pull Prowl out of bed. His chronometer told him it was very, very late (or early for that matter).

"Is everything alright?" The Enforcer asked. After all, no one got so excited in the middle of the night for nothing.

"Come on! You'll miss it!" Jazz tugged harder. It wasn't immediate danger – Jazz's field was too happy (ecstatic was more accurate) to be something bad. That alone was reason enough for Prowl to roll over.

"Jazz, it's late." Prowl said tiredly. He had a shift in three joors!

"No! C'mon! You HAVE to see it!" Jazz grabbed his arm and started pulling again. Even though it was tempting, Jazz didn't touch the door-wings. After all, he wasn't suicidal enough to actually start tugging them.

Prowl sighed, "See what?"

"Just come!" Jazz pleaded.

Prowl laid silent for a few more seconds, basking in the warmth and softness of his berth that Jazz was making him part with, before he stood up. Jazz eagerly led him out of their apartment, which seemed to confuse Prowl even more.

"Jazz?" Prowl questioned as they waited for the elevator. The mech was practically bouncing in his pedes. Primus, how could he be so energetic this late (or early if we wanted to be technical) at night?

"Ah wondered what woke me, but then Ah heard 'em again!" Jazz grinned at him.

"Heard what?" Prowl frowned. Perhaps this was serious, "Jazz, is it your hearing again? I told you to visit a medic – one's audios shouldn't be this sensitive." And the enforcer wasn't exaggerating when he said 'sensitive' – sometimes all the noise from the street on which their apartment building was next to, was loud enough to get in the way of Jazz recharging.

As always when it came to something medical, Jazz brushed him off, "They've always been like that! Now hurry!" And as he said that, the elevator doors opened and the smaller mech eagerly pulled Prowl on the roof of the building.

"What is it so important that you had to drag me out in the middle of the night?" Prowl asked, irritated.

"That." Jazz just pointed at the sky as another explosion went through. Colors exploded and lightened the night, reflecting on the Wild crystals that glowed in the park. As the light died down, the multiple stars could be seen again. The Cybertronian sky always was a sight that could steal make your vents stall. It was full Galaxies and Nebulas, always a constant for their word that added color to the dark night.

"Fireworks?" Prowl asked as he watched another one blast into the air.

"There's probably a bonding ceremony…" Jazz trailed off as another set was ignited in the sky, "I just wanted you to see them. I didn't want to record it – it's not the same."

Prowl didn't respond. But he didn't deny that it was beautiful as well. Instead he just watched as firework after firework filled the night with colors. Only Jazz would wake him in the middle of his recharge to see this.

"Sorry for waking ya." Jazz tore his gaze away, grinning, "But I didn't want ya to miss it."

Yet, if he didn't, he wouldn't be Jazz now, would he?

"It is alright." Prowl said quietly as the last firework brightened the crystals, "Now can we please go back to bed?"

"Sure!" Jazz took his hand and the two of them started heading for the elevator, "But did you at least like the show?"

Prowl hated lying, and he wasn't about to start now, "…Yes, I did. It was beautiful."

"I knew it!"

"Jazz. Bed. Now."

"Aye!"

If you have some cuddly/fluffy/cute/funny/silly scenes in mind, please do share and I'll see what I can do! ^_^