Title: Dancing
Rating: PG
Warnings: implied mech-smex
Summary: Prowl had a very different take on what proper celebration dictated… well, not too different.
Notes: It's finally happened. I have enough random drabbles to create a little nesting place for them. Enjoy the first installment!

Intently focusing on the report in his hand, Prowl almost didn't hear the music blasting from Jazz's quarters as he passed. The standard volume level was higher than usual, though – Jazz's mission must have gone exceptionally well – so Prowl was alerted to the fact that the little saboteur had returned.

Smiling to himself, (discretely, lest anybot else see), Prowl paused his exodus to Prime's office – the report could wait; his mate was back! – and opened the door.

The blast of sound that hit him was enough to knock his audio receptors offline. His optics nearly followed at the sight of lover, too.

"Jazz, what in Primus's name are you doing?"

"Dancing!" was the cheerful answer, but "fritzing out" was closer to anything Prowl would have guessed. No part of his sleek form seemed to be motionless – jumping, jiving, shaking, wriggling, leaping.

His mission must have gone very well.

Prowl folded his arms across his chest, bringing one hand up to cover his mouth, trying to look like he was thinking but in actuality covering the smile that was twitching at the corners of his lip components. Once he thought himself suitably contained, he moved the hand away to – very loudly, to be heard over the music, and with only minor sincerity –scold his mate.

"Jazz, you do realize that I would be well within my rights as your commanding officer to put you in the brig for violating so many rules, among them disturbing the peace, failure to report to your superiors for proper debriefing upon returning t-OOO – ! "

His last word was turned into a bit of an invective as he was unexpectedly seized by the wrist and jerked into the room, report flying from his hand.

"So lock me up, cop-bot!" Jazz dared him with a lecherous grin. "Cuff me! I've been a baaaaad mech!"

He had not ceased to move, but his dancing turned from the spastic, energetic jive to a decidedly sultry and alluring invitation. Hips pressed firmly against those of his mate's, he swayed and bobbed from side to side. One hand was cupping his aft, forcing Prowl to move along with him, while the other reached behind him for the control panel and shut the door.

Fortunately, no bot was in the corridor to witness anything. Even when Prime did wander by a few breems later in search of Prowl, wondering where he'd disappeared to, all he could hear from within Jazz's quarters was the continuous blasting of music.

All for the best, he mused to himself, smiling absently as he bent to pick up the report pad from the floor and headed back to his office.