50 Manifestos to the Epic Love of Carlos (done in sets of ten)
Standard Disclaimer: Power Rangers do not belong to me, I still own nothing! Exceptions being my laptop, which needs a new battery, my manga, and anime DVDs. But I am however once again taking the cahracters out of their sandbox and playing with them in mine. So don't sue.
Note: I saw this by another author in the Smallville section and figured I'd use the same concept for PR. This is an attempt to tame my uncooperative plot bunnies by actually writing something. Also character points of view may swap back and forth, and are done in sets of ten. Mostly AndrosxCarlos, but be warned Zhane may attempt to snatch him back :-S
Motion
He was all quick jabs, fast sweeps and gorgeous slashes. Poetry in motion; sheer controlled but restrained power. No wasted movement. It never failed to amaze Andros how fast a learner he was.
Young
It was days like this that reminded him just how young Andros really was. It was so easy to forget with his consummate frown and serious expression. But throw him on basketball court and it was like he was another person.
"Are we going to play, or are you just going to quit on me. But considering your score, I wouldn't blame you if you did" smirk in place, ball in hand.
Need
His body was a fixation. His touch was an obsession. His kiss was an addiction. It never failed to amaze Carlos the sheer need that he could feel for one person.
Wall
Random unknown fact about Andros, he truly hated walls. They were a nuisance. They were hard to maneuver around in battle. They simply begged for property damage. But more than that they harmed Carlos. To see his body flung from side to side and then right through not one but two of them. Pushed to his limit, it takes all of him not let loose his true aggravation and frustration against one.
Mad
He was pissed beyond belief. He didn't know whom to be madder at. Carlos for taking the shot meant for him. Or the one who shot Carlos.
Helpless
It's been such a long time since he had felt this helpless. How could one man render him so? Body racked with unshed tears, fear, heartache and insecurities of un-imaginable levels. And then silenced with one glance, and gone with a kiss.
Naked
Beautiful golden skin marred by scars lay naked on silky sheets. Another sweat soaked body covering his as desire mounts and strong hands and soft lips touch, caress, taste and inevitably bring ecstasy.
Missed
"Paperwork can wait"
Days like these were nice reminders to Andros that he was truly missed. That and Carlos really hated long off planet missions. If the lips covering his, the hard body and extremely evident erection pressed against him was anything to go by.
Vision
He was my angel, a true sight to behold day or night. Sleep or awake. Happy or sad. Spekaing calmly or yelling. But there was no greater vision than that, when he lay in my arms sated and spent.
Last
It never failed to amuse Carlos how Andros always had to have the last word. He found it funny really, almost childishly cute, especially when he knew Andros knew he was wrong.