Okay another quick drabble of my indulgence fic fix Snapshots.

In this drabble Prowl is already home on his leave of absence.

Disclaimer: No Ownage - No Sueage
This is not beta'd, any mistakes are all mine.  dark_daebereth put the red pen of doom away XD 

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The door slid open in to what looked like a warzone, toys were scattered all over the floor and Prowl carefully navigated his way through the assault course of building blocks, stuffed mechs and turbo-foxes, a little sensor play mat, still plugged into the vid-screen and a special exercise gym that Bluestreak would lay under and play with all the dangly toys and musical buttons attached to it.

Prowl smiled, he was more than aware that looking after Bluestreak was a full time job the sparkling never seemed to run out of energy or chatter.

Loud giggling filled his audios as he headed toward the bedroom Jazz and he shared grinning widely at the sight.

Sprawled on the berth was Bluestreak, his feet kicking in the air as Jazz loomed over him. Every so often Jazz would lean down and blow a raspberry against Bluestreak’s midsection, sending the sparkling into howl’s of giggles, warbles, tweets and a funny little purring noise that was new to Prowl.

Quietly stalking into the room, Prowl leaned over the pair, Bluestreak noticed him and his arms opened wide, fingers flexing in a grabbing motion, which Prowl knew was Bluestreak’s way of asking to be picked up, he wanted to but Prowl had something else in mind first.

“What is it Bluestreak, you wan’ pickin’ up?” Jazz questioned the little sparkling, he was about to move when he felt something against his back.

Prowl bent over and blew a raspberry on Jazz’s back, causing the mech to release the most ridiculous squawk Prowl had ever had the pleasure of hearing.

“Oh,” Jazz spoke staring down at their sparkling, “ya Father is gonna get it now.”

Prowl stood up, arms folded across his chest and stared down at Jazz, one optic ridge quirked up in a challenge, which Jazz willingly accepted.

The black and white mech leapt off the berth and ploughed into Prowl sending them both to the ground, where they tussled until a scream had them both up on their feet and staring at Bluestreak.

Wide blue optics that leaked big, rolling tears and a beautiful bowed mouth that trembled had them both on their knees beside the berth. “We scared ‘im,” Jazz spoke in a horrified tone, Prowl just calmly picked up the shaking sparkling and held him against his chest, allowing Bluestreak to curl up against him, that strangely fascinating new purring sound humming through his little body.

“Is that his...?” Prowl swallowed with difficulty, a small smile gracing his lips as he leaned his head further down, so his audio could press against the sparkling’s head. He was in awe of hearing that sound, and yet saddened that he couldn’t have been here to witness the first time Bluestreak’s engine came alive.

“Yeah, I woke up one morning and he was turning it over, I wish ya could’ve seen it Love, he was trying so hard, he had the cutest pout on his face.” Jazz crooked a finger and nudged it against the stuck out bottom lip of Bluestreak, who warbled and wrapped his whole hand around the finger.

“I’ve missed him,” Prowl stroked the grey helm, before tracing the tiny chevron. “I wish I didn’t have to leave again.”

Jazz nodded, “I know Lover, I don’ wan’ ya t’go back either.”

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His leave of absence had only been for a few days, but Prowl made sure to capture many images of his family. Even though credits were still tight, Prowl had insisted that they spend his days on leave going out and enjoying themselves.

They visited the state square, which held all the buildings of prominence, and a kind femme took a picture of Prowl, Jazz and Bluestreak together outside the Law Courts.

They bought some Energon Candy for Bluestreak, and whilst Prowl was explaining some art in the Iacon Gallery, Bluestreak had managed to get hold of the bag and scoffed the lot. The sparkling was buzzing with energy, they soon had to leave the quiet gallery after Bluestreak’s screams of delight, and insane giggles had many bots staring at all three of them and tsking.

They’d sat on the steps and laughed at the sparkling who sat perched on Prowl’s thighs, his wings fluttering as he warbled to his creators, with exaggerated arm movements, clearly telling them something of great importance.

Then came the moment that Prowl had never witnessed before, and on reflection he was rather glad for that.

Jazz had mentioned that Bluestreak could get ‘a little huffy’ when he wanted to. Prowl took it with a pinch of rust thinking that he could handle their little sparkling’s moods.

However, when the tantrum occurred, Prowl wished he could melt into the road and not be associated with the terrifying little monster Bluestreak became.

In fairness, they’d had a long day, and Bluestreak had become over-excited several times that day, and was now tired. He didn’t want to look at anything else and he didn’t want to be carried by his creator Prowl, he wanted his creator Jazz, and by Primus, he was going to get his way.

Prowl had stilled the moment Bluestreak had started struggling, then tried to readjust the sparkling’s position in case he slipped out of Prowl’s arms. Bluestreak however, was having none of it, and let out a wailing cry.

This was soon followed by howling, coughing, choking, and many tears. By the time Jazz, who had popped into a little indoor market, had returned Prowl was holding out at arm’s length the demon spawn of the pit. His face scrunched into a look of absolute humiliated horror as Bluestreak kicked his legs, thrashed his arms and even got his little wings in on the act, which kept batting against his Father’s fingers.

Prowl turned a glare on Jazz, who laughed at Prowl, Jazz took the sparkling from Prowl, snuggling Bluestreak  on his shoulder as he continued to cry and carried on shopping.

Prowl watched as Jazz ran a lone finger down between Bluestreak’s wings and the sparkling soon subsided into jagged little cries before slipping into a much needed recharge, his little head tucking into the seam between Jazz’s neck and shoulder.

“How many times has he done that?” Prowl queried, wondering if there was something glitching with Bluestreak.

“Oh, about two or three times a day, depending on his mood,” Jazz answered nonchalantly.

Prowl stared wide opticed at him, “Jazz, have you not taken him to the medics?” His voice was a little louder than he expected, and his terse query only got a snicker as a reply.

“Prowl,” Jazz turned to him still brushing one finger over Bluestreak’s back, laughter in his voice “this behaviour is perfectly natural for any sparkling, I can assure you, even you probably had your fair share of tantrums.”

Prowl just stared.

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Jazz stared at the white and black mech as though Prowl had just declared he was actually Primus himself, in other words as though the mech was completely insane.

“It will be fine.” Prowl reiterated, carefully approaching Jazz and wrapping his arms around him. Brushing gentle kisses against Jazz’s cheek, before moving onto his lips, it was Prowl’s favourite way to calm the rattled mech.

“What if something happens?” Jazz pulled back, meeting Prowl’s optics.

“Such as?”

“Well...Something,” Jazz shrugged not wanting to voice all the terrible ideas that often went through his processor in regards to Bluestreak.

Prowl merely pulled Jazz back into a tender kiss, before murmuring, “You trust Smokescreen, don’t you?”

It was a low blow and Jazz couldn’t find any words to retaliate against it. He trusted Smokey; they had become very good friends, almost brothers in the time they knew each other, and Jazz knew he was insulting a good mech in his behaviour, but he couldn’t stop the fear inside him.

Jazz tried to pull away from another kiss, “Just for the evening,” he compromised.

Prowl shook his head, “For the night, the whole night.”

“No,” Jazz pulled away completely, “he’s never had a night without me there, and I can’t do this to him.”

Prowl stroked a thumb along Jazz’s cheeks, brushing them over those beautiful lips, “your gorgeous like this,” he whispered running his whole hand down Jazz’s neck, touching delicate wires and watching the mech shudder from the feelings rising within.

“One night, that’s all. We’re not abandoning him, and we’ll make sure he’s recharging first.” Prowl stepped up to the mech once more, tilting Jazz’s head up to look into that electric blue visor. “He won’t even know we’re not there,” Prowl promised.

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Smokescreen cast a humorous glance to his cousin before nodding once more adding a “Yes Jazz, of course Jazz,” in all the right places. Jazz was essentially giving Sparkling 101 to Smokescreen and the mech was kind-sparked enough to realise that listening through this lecture would help to allay Jazz’s fears, and give Prowl the night he desperately wanted with his bonded.

Finally, Jazz ran out of things to say and went into the room where Bluestreak was recharging. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, Bluestreak had huddled himself into a ball, lying on his front, wings and aft stuck in the air, a thumb stuck firmly in his mouth. Jazz placed a gentle kiss on his sparkling’s cheek, and stroked the little wings before moving back to Prowl’s side.

Prowl left Jazz for a moment to kiss Bluestreak good night, and to wish him pleasant dreams before coming back and grasping Jazz’s shaking hand. He smiled at his bonded, whispering how proud he was of his brave Jazz.

Prowl knew he wasn’t immune to the feelings himself, he was just as scared as Jazz at leaving Bluestreak with his Uncle Smokey for a whole night, but Jazz refused any serious touches whilst Bluestreak was around, and Prowl was, for lack of a better word, horny.

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It had taken quite a while to finally reach home, and Jazz dragged his feet every step of the way up to their door.

Prowl was trying to be patient, he really was, but Jazz’s moodiness was starting to kill his passion completely.

When they both finally stood in their lounge, facing each other Prowl wasn’t sure he had made the best decision, Jazz looked utterly miserable.

Deciding that perhaps it would be best to comfort his bonded Prowl encased the mech in his arms and snuggled his head into his shoulder, humming that same tune he loved.

He swayed to the notes and finally Jazz’s arms circled him, whispering the words in time with Prowl’s humming.

They slipped into an easy, gentle dance and Prowl led his bonded around the room, both plucking up smiles for the other as the mood lightened.

Prowl placed a small kiss on Jazz’s nose before twirling him around and through the door of their sleeping quarters. They stopped beside the berth, Prowl still holding Jazz’s hands, thumbs tracing idle patterns on the smooth metal.

He moved his hands, tracing up arms to shoulders, slipping fingers into the seams at the neck and listening to Jazz’s breathing hitch.

Stepping closer, hands running over the beautiful curved chest of his bonded, down to his midsection, fingers dancing over the transformation seams, before dipping in and caressing sensitive wires and nodes.

Jazz stumbled forward, leaning against Prowl as he continued his assault. Jazz’s own hands came up to give back some of the pleasure Prowl was lavishing on him. Both mechs breathing was becoming ragged and they were finding it harder to support their own weight.

Prowl pulled back first, leading Jazz down to the berth, covering his bonded with his own body as legs intertwined feet running over joints as their bodies moved together.

Prowl raised himself slightly wondering if he should take the next step he craved, unsure to Jazz’s reaction. Their touches, though arousing, had still been timid. This was the first time they had made love to each other since that fateful night that they bonded by accident, and Bluestreak was conceived.

As if to answer the silent query, Jazz whimpered and gave a nod to Prowl, his chest opening to reveal the spark that Prowl had barely remembered after that hazy night.

He opened his own chest, and leaned down, sparks hovering just out of reach. “Are you sure?” Prowl asked, needing to be sure, “this won’t—”

“Its fine,” Jazz cut in, “the Doc checked me over the other day, and he said it was safe.”

“Can you...” Prowl wasn’t sure he wanted to ask this question.

“Yeah, but as long as you don’t go activating anything again, it’s safe.” Jazz smiled mischievously at him, before sobering, “I can always get the Doc to remove the—”

“No,” Prowl spoke sharply, he wasn’t sure why the thought of Jazz having his procreation software deleted alarmed him so. He didn’t dwell on it as he gently lowered himself onto his beloved, and felt the rush of euphoria as hungry sparks collided with each other, merging into one crackling blue orb.

Prowl leant down further pushing the merged sparks together as he placed a hungry, hot kiss on Jazz’s mouth, glossa entwining as their sparks did, curling around, licking, sucking, tasting. It was pure bliss as the crescendo within them rose up finally overflowing through them and sending them both into overload.

Jazz off-lined immediately and Prowl knew it was through tiredness. His training was hard, but he suspected that looking after Bluestreak was harder. Jazz was having to take the place of two creators whilst Prowl was away and from the bond he knew the fear of Prowl leaving him was still there, buried deep inside where Jazz thought Prowl would never find it.

Placing a kiss to his beloved’s head Prowl whispered, “I won’t ever leave you again if I can truly help it.”