Make Me
By
WickedGame

AN: Okay, so a little background. I have not watched Power Rangers since I was a teenager. But, my oldest son is obsessed. He watches the first volume of Power Rangers SPD almost every day. So, I am very exposed to it. And, what usually happens when I watch something too much is I end up getting inspired. So, I end up writing a fic about the blue and pink rangers from SPD. Since the blue ranger, played by Chris Violette is so freaking hot, he got picked. And well, the pink ranger happened to be handy (see “Walls” for a little bit of their interaction that inspired the dialogue in this story). This is a one-shot, one-time thing. I do not own the Power Rangers or anything having to do with them.  

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It was a nice day at the command center. A day off, which was rare. They were all on call, but with the threat of the Troobian Empire gone, they could afford a little rest and relaxation. Bridge and Boom had gone into town for more computer parts. Jack had gone to visit old friends across town. Z had gone downtown to go shopping. And usually Sydney would have gone with her, to buy this or that. But today she was engrossed in a silly romance novel she had picked up at the bookstore. She lounged in the common room, lying on her side on one of the benches. Her feet were bare, with pink flip flops sitting on the floor in front of her. Her little pink toenails wiggled when she read something ultra sweet or something super hot. Her pink denim shorts were worn in and comfortable, and the white tank top she was wearing made her feel as if she could have been lying on a warm beach, drinking a mai tai.

She nibbled on a stray curl, and her eyes glanced at the blue ranger, Sky. As usual, he had decided to stay here instead of going out. The latest revision of the SPD manual sat in front of him, and he was pouring over it.

Sydney had been ignoring him most of the day, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep doing so. The novel she was reading was steamy, and she felt herself squeezing her thighs together quite frequently, trying to stem the flow of arousal. Her throat even became quite dry during some of these passages, making her cough slightly. When she did this, Sky would look up, mildly irritated.

Sky Tate liked to irritate her. That was the conclusion she had come to. He must get some sadistic joy out of watching her face turn pink with anger, and hearing her scoff of giving up.

Truth was, she liked Sky Tate. He liked to irritate her, she just plain liked him. He was gorgeous for one, with tan skin and brown hair. He had these big eyes, and a sinful looking mouth. When he smiled she melted. These smiles were very rare.

“Stop reading that book and play a game with me or something,” Sydney found herself saying.

“No,” Sky said succinctly.

Sydney sighed and went back to her book. In this scene, the heroine was getting her clothes ripped off by a pirate with soulful eyes. Sydney could just see Sky as a pirate, all rippling muscles and gruff demeanor.

“Put it down!” Sydney implored.

“Make me!” Skye told her, and he would live to regret those words. Sydney rose from her position and made her way over to Sky. He turned slightly in his chair, so that his legs were no longer underneath the table. He wore the expression of a smart ass when Sydney stopped in front of him.

“You know, I may be a girl, and a pretty one at that… but that does not mean you need to talk to me that way. Come on, you can put the book down and spend some time with me,” Sydney said imploringly, with her most winning smile.

“I said, ‘Make me’,” Sky had this mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and Sydney realized that he knew he was goading her. She thought Sky Tate was due for a taste of his own medicine. She would irritate him too, just not in the same way he irritated her,

“Okay,” Sydney shrugged her shoulder and moved in. In one move, she straddled Sky’s lap and locked her lips with his. They were so soft, and so sweet. A strangled sound issued from Sky’s lips, and his hands flailed in the air for a minute before dropping to his sides. Sydney wished he would put those arms around her, or return the kiss, or push her away. She wished he would do something, anything. But she kissed him sweetly, and then she let his lips go. She remained in her straddled position however. It felt too good to move.

Sky looked at her strangely. His face was a puzzle of different emotions. His eyes flashed in confusion, and his lips were slightly parted, as if they searched for breath. His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips, and then he ran his fingers through his short, brown hair.

“What was that, Syd?” he finally asked in an abnormally hoarse voice.

“You said to make you stop. It worked,” Sydney drew had never hated saying something so much in her life. She wanted to tell him that she had been dreaming of doing that to him since they met. She wanted to tell him she wanted him. She couldn’t. The words would not form. She started to unstraddle herself from Sky’s lap, after which she would retreat to her room to hide in shame. Sky did nothing to stop her retreat until she was almost at the door.

“Sydney,” Sky said her name, and she stopped as if an invisible wall had been erected in front of her. She silently blessed whatever gods made her name sound so erotic on his lips. Or maybe it was his tone? Raspy, with a hint of urgency. She turned around and faced the man she had loved for so long now.

“Yes?” Sydney asked. It was a loaded question, signifying both her acknowledgement of him saying her name, and a challenge to him. What did he want from her?

Sky walked over to the blond, and pinched a stray blond ringlet between his thumb and forefinger. He massaged that ringlet, and stared deep into Sydney’s eyes.

“Why did you kiss me?” he asked, male confidence brewing behind those eyes.

“To get you to stop,” Sydney told him, even though she could hear the lie behind the statement.

“You don’t just kiss someone to stop them, Sydney,” Sky told her.

Sydney stared into those eyes and felt like she was drowning.

“You don’t just kiss someone and then leave,” Sky drew closer to her, until their faces were only about six inches apart. She could smell the apple on his breath from when he had been eating one not that long ago. She could see his individual eyelashes as he looked at her. She needed to get a grip, needed to get away from this before she revealed too much. She removed her hair from his fingers and took a step back.

“I need to get out of here,” Sydney told him and herself, and she turned to leave. Sky’s hand darted out to capture her right bicep, and she felt herself being pulled back. Too late now.

“I said, you do not just kiss someone and then leave, Sydney,” Sky turned her around and planted her directly in front of him. He slid his right hand behind her head, cupping it, and drew her as close as possible before settling his lips on hers.

If Sydney’s kiss had been a study in sweet and chaste, Sky’s kiss was a study in a slow burning desire. He kissed her slowly, very slowly, peeling his lips away from hers gently. He kissed her again, sucking her pouty lower lip into his mouth and then letting it go. He repeated this action, and Sydney thought she might collapse from being weak in the knees. She was shaking as Sky’s tongue licked her lips in a silent request. Sydney opened her mouth, begging whatever gods were listening not to make her fall down now. Sky seemed to sense her distress, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. Sydney could feel every inch of him through his blue t-shirt and black pants. He was hard as a rock, but he managed to treat her as if she would break.

Sky slid his tongue lazily into Sydney’s mouth, finding her pink tongue to be soft and sweet. Their tongues met in a lazy, slow dance, stoking a fire neither one of them wanted to put out. Not now. Sydney brought her hands up to wrap around Sky, and ended up pulling up his shirt in the back so she could feel his skin. His back was hot, and nicely muscled. She ran her nails down his skin, and he arched his back, just a little. Sky ran the hand that had been at Sydney’s waist up until he reached her bra. With a well-placed pinch, her bra was undone, and Sky could freely stroke her bare back underneath her tank top. Her skin was satiny smooth, and so soft.

Sky broke off the kiss briefly, and looked into Sydney’s eyes.

“Do we want to do this here?” he asked her. Sydney nodded her head.

“No one is here. Our beds are too small. I do not see any other option, except not doing it,” Sydney shrugged her shoulders.

“Unacceptable,” Sky stated as he walked over to lock the door. He then moved to pick Sydney up. He carried her to a corner where they could not be seen by anyone passing by. Someone would actually have to unlock the door and walk in to see any inkling of them. Sky sat down, and Sydney straddled his lap like she had done when she first kissed him. This time she savagely took his lips, and they resumed their kissing, stroking tongue with tongue, and sucking on lips intently. Sky lifted the hem of Sydney’s tank top and pulled it up. Sydney lifted her arms, and their lips were broken momentarily as the fabric pass between their lips. Sydney slid her bra off of her shoulders and arms, dropping it on the ground. She now sat on Sky wearing only her shorts, and the wisp of panties beneath them. She reached for the hem of Sky’s shirt, and pulled it up and over his head, tossing it behind her. Now they were both bare-chested, and pressed against one another. Sky could feel Sydney’s hardened nipples pressing against his chest, and Sydney could feel his brown chest hairs stimulating those nipples, sending little shocks through her. Sky ran his hand up her ribcage until he could palm each breast in a hand. He massaged the soft but small globes, running a thumb over each nipple in circles.

Sydney let go of Sky’s lips and tilted her head back, moaning in arousal. Her blond hair was like a waterfall behind her, and she arched her back to make her nipples move towards him. He continued to work those nipples in small circles until Sydney was almost twitching. Sky looked around quickly before lowering his mouth to one of those nipples.

Sydney was shivering when Sky blew coldly on her nipples. Then she moaned as he slowly licked one, and then the other. Her nipples were standing at attention, begging for more. His tongue was hot and wet. It drove Sydney wild. Then Sky sucked a nipple whole into his mouth, and Sydney saw stars.

“Sk – Sk- Sky!” Sydney moaned, relishing the sensations, and loving the intense wetness between her thighs. Sky’s mouth was hot on her breasts, and then he switched, leaving the wet one to the unmercifully cool air in the room.