Prowl gazed at the rain with a pensive air.
“You know I would kill him for you if you like.”
The black and white police car glanced over at the red female with a small smile. “You are not hunting down and killing a human, Arcee. We are to apprehend and turn him in to the human authorities. Those are our orders.”
She looked out of the open hangar across the abandoned air field. The runway was nothing more than cracked rubble and weeds that came almost to their knees covered the ground. The hangar itself was littered with odd bits and bobs from its days as a working airport. “He is a murderer. In the past killing has been the only way to deal with one.”
“Times have changed,” he replied, not commenting on how she had begun to lean against him. It was pleasant to feel that familiar yet not warm weight against his side after so long. She had started the behavior on Cybertron, and he had never tried to shrug her off. Instead he allowed the intimacy, even going so far as to wrap his arm around her waist.
“And we both know that some things never change,” she returned as she began to lightly run her fingers up and down the inside seam of his doors. Prowl let out a little purr of pleasure at the delicate touch to his most ticklish part. She laughed quietly and a little cruelly as she laid her head on his shoulder.
“And we know that some things do,” he shot back, gesturing to her body leaning against his.
She made a disgruntled sound, but didn’t argue. The pair stood quietly for awhile, simply watching the rain as it fell on a cool spring morning on Earth leaning into each other. The only sounds were the rain on the metal roof and the quiet revs of their engines.
“I still think we should just kill him.”