camfield | Contentment

Prompted by Dell
Prowl/Jazz - mechpreg

Prowl gave a vent of exhaustion as he eased his sore frame to the berth. With his doorwings and now armorless midsection, the only real feasible position he had for sleeping was on his side on the edge of the berth. A position he found to be the least uncomfortable, and more often than not was tired enough to let him recharge.

Jazz sat at the end and took one pede in hand. Magnetic pulses probing between tight fitting armor plates to soothe overtaxed neural lines and hydraulics. Unkinking any wires or cables that had crimped up in their extremely limited space.

Every now and then there was a pained grunt when Jazz hit a particularly sore spot, but otherwise both mechs were quiet in the dim room. Enjoying each other’s company and the soothing ministrations being lavished on Prowl’s pedes.

It was only when both had been massaged into looseness that Jazz lay down against Prowl’s distended abdominal plating, stroking the swollen protomass with a gentle hand. His other found one of Prowl’s and they lay like that, curled around each other, until the next morning.