[fic] Role Play
13 February 2019 17:34![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wyntir_knightTitle: Role Play
Fandom: Transformer
Characters/pairing: Prowl, Sunstreaker, Prowl/Sunstreaker
Rating: T
Summary: Sunstreaker is bored and has decided to make it Prowl's problem.
A/N: I was going through my Google Docs folders and found this little ficlet written way back in 2016. I know that it was in response to a prompt of some sort but I can't for the life of me remember which prompt for which community.
“I’m bored,” Sunstreaker said as he entered Prowl’s office, locking the door behind him.
“And?” Prowl replied, never looking up from his monitor.
“And I’m bored. Does there need to me more than that?”
Sunstreaker sat down heavily in the chair across from Prowl and immediately put his feet up on the desk, knowing that it would annoy the Praxian.
“Then go do something. Bother your twin,” Prowl replied, not looking up, refusing to rise to the bait, and yet not ordering Sunstreaker out.
Sunstreaker pulled a box of energon goodies out of his subspace pocket, popping one in his mouth and tossing the box onto the desk for Prowl.
“Sides is out on patrol and the Hatchet’s refusing to clear me for duty,” Sunstreaker growled around the goody.
Prowl finally turned away from his monitor and looked at Sunstreaker, folding his hands in front of him on the desk.
“And what do you want me to do about that, Sunstreaker?” he asked, dispassionately.
Sunstreaker’s smile was predatory as he pulled his feet off the desk and leaned forward.
“I want a second opinion.”
A ghost of a smile pulled at Prowl’s lips. “I do believe that either First Aid or Hoist could help you. And I seem to recall that both Swoop and Skydive are progressing in their studies and could use the experience. Perhaps you could speak with one of them.”
Sunstreaker’s optics narrowed slightly. “I doubt that they’ll give me what I want. Now, am I going to get that second opinion or not? Doc?”
Prowl turned off his monitor and put away his data pads before turning back to Sunstreaker. Yes, he was busy, but he could make time if he restructured the rest of his day. And if he was being honest with himself, he did enjoy these diversions with this volatile twin.
“I suppose I could take a look at the problem,” Prowl said with a smile as he stood and came around the table to straddle Sunstreaker’s lap. “Now, why don’t you show me exactly where it hurts, so I can do a thorough examination.”
Fandom: Transformer
Characters/pairing: Prowl, Sunstreaker, Prowl/Sunstreaker
Rating: T
Summary: Sunstreaker is bored and has decided to make it Prowl's problem.
A/N: I was going through my Google Docs folders and found this little ficlet written way back in 2016. I know that it was in response to a prompt of some sort but I can't for the life of me remember which prompt for which community.
“I’m bored,” Sunstreaker said as he entered Prowl’s office, locking the door behind him.
“And?” Prowl replied, never looking up from his monitor.
“And I’m bored. Does there need to me more than that?”
Sunstreaker sat down heavily in the chair across from Prowl and immediately put his feet up on the desk, knowing that it would annoy the Praxian.
“Then go do something. Bother your twin,” Prowl replied, not looking up, refusing to rise to the bait, and yet not ordering Sunstreaker out.
Sunstreaker pulled a box of energon goodies out of his subspace pocket, popping one in his mouth and tossing the box onto the desk for Prowl.
“Sides is out on patrol and the Hatchet’s refusing to clear me for duty,” Sunstreaker growled around the goody.
Prowl finally turned away from his monitor and looked at Sunstreaker, folding his hands in front of him on the desk.
“And what do you want me to do about that, Sunstreaker?” he asked, dispassionately.
Sunstreaker’s smile was predatory as he pulled his feet off the desk and leaned forward.
“I want a second opinion.”
A ghost of a smile pulled at Prowl’s lips. “I do believe that either First Aid or Hoist could help you. And I seem to recall that both Swoop and Skydive are progressing in their studies and could use the experience. Perhaps you could speak with one of them.”
Sunstreaker’s optics narrowed slightly. “I doubt that they’ll give me what I want. Now, am I going to get that second opinion or not? Doc?”
Prowl turned off his monitor and put away his data pads before turning back to Sunstreaker. Yes, he was busy, but he could make time if he restructured the rest of his day. And if he was being honest with himself, he did enjoy these diversions with this volatile twin.
“I suppose I could take a look at the problem,” Prowl said with a smile as he stood and came around the table to straddle Sunstreaker’s lap. “Now, why don’t you show me exactly where it hurts, so I can do a thorough examination.”