(Some nsfw in this chapter. Cause why not)

After a very lengthy explanation about why both you and Prowl came crashing down from the sky dressed in unusual garb IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE, why you were still covered in glitter (not that you didn't look FABULOUS!~), and why your hat is actually an endangered species of space bird, you could finally wine down back in the comfort of your own berth.

Though it didn't last long since the Decepticons stole Bulkhead to finish their space bridge. To which you found out the bots ship they took here to earth was actually the most powerful weapon the elite guard had ever created.

How the Elite Guard let this ship fall into the possession of a space bridge maintenance crew, you had no idea.

Then after that was said and done you turned around only to find that Sari had cybertronian parts and was freaking out on her newly freed organic site who wanted to explain but she wouldn't let him and you were just really tired.

You drove your face plate deeper into the padding of your berth as you listened to the sparkling aged organic complain, and ask you a series of questions so fast that you were sure it would be easier to keep up with a Trigoian Tri-helmed Sarlox.

Yes Optimus it was a great idea to dorm me with an organic child!

You sat stiffly up and marched out of the room earning a loud whine from Sari. She can deal with her own problems right now, you just needed a nap.

You rubbed under the brim of your hat as you opened Prowl's door and kicked it shut behind you. You quickly located his berth and flopped down into it. Faceplate hidden into the padding.

You heard a chuckle at the doorway.

"Sari not letting you rest?" He asked you could practically feel the smile in his tone

You stiffly nodded your helm in response as you heard him approach.

"I guess you can whine down here, you should know I'll be quiet." You heard him speak gently taking your hat despite your whine of protest, "Don't worry he's just going on the shelf."

You purred at the feeling at skilled servos gently rubbing your shoulder plates. Prowl straddled your stabilizers knee joints on either side of you.

Your protoform shivered at his gentle rubs. You tensed when you felt the heel of his palm press into your spinal strut you released a soft moan as he drug it up with a same force he pressed it on with.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." He tantalized

You released a shuddering vent as his servos palmed against tense cables in your back struts.

"Mm~" you released from your vocalizer, "There~"

All actions froze then the door wiped open and the yellow annoyance known as Bumblebee slammed onto the floor.

You turned your helm to glare at the three other bots in the doorway, both Prime and Ratchet looked like they were expecting something to see something different inside.

"Well now I know how Autobots feel about a bots privacy." You hissed through your denta.

Prime cleared his throat pipes, "I.. I apologize, I must get going."

With that he promptly left, the others soon following Ratchet squinting at the both of you before he left.

You blinked as the door was slammed signaling everyone left.

"Salty sea bags." You scoffed laying your helm on your folded arms

Prowl chuckled, "They mean well."

You rolled optics then jumped at the kiss placed behind your audio fin. Which then turned into a content purr as his servos slipped under your sides causing you to arch your spinal strut into him.

"Turns out they were half right about our activities...." he trailed off, "That is if you'll have me.."

You grinned back at the mech behind you, "How could says I no t' th' treasures ye 'ave on ye Prowler?"

He smiled almost relived and kissed your neckcabling and ground himself into your aft causing you to purr.

Soon enough you allowed your interface panels open causing the domino effect of Prowl opening his own and pressing the tip of his twitching spike against your anterior node. Which that caused you to buck your hips backwards greedily demanding having your valve to be filled with every delicious part of his spike.

Your vents hitched sharply when he forfilled that wish thrusting himself inside of you. Shuddering you arched yourself higher for him.

He took the hint and began to move himself in and out of you causing a moan to drip passed your derma.

He was quick to frag you harder causing you to place a servo over your intake optics fluttering offline in pleasure. Your other servo limply pawed at the berth trying to find purchase on the soft padding.

The sharp buck of his hips into your own caused something to stir deep within your tanks. A large ball of pleasure forming and tightening in he limited space it has been pushed in.

With a muffled cry you overloaded causing Prowl to spiral down into his own overload with a breathy moan into to back of your neck.

Your chassis heaved slightly and you smiled contently as Prowl pulled out and flopped down beside you.

"Lovely treasure Ye got thear Prowler."

"Don't ruin the moment with dirty jokes please."

"Mk."