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Ages are addressed in here, for those of you concerned. I would like to think of Tommy to look like how Jason D. Frank actually look likes in real life, except maybe a little less tattoos. God he's a beautiful man. I would like to thank The Writing Therapist for beating this for me! So, thank you so much! I appreciate all of those who reviewed, followed, or anything else of this story - it means I'm doing something right. I want to write an action story but I have no experience and this is kind of like my gateway to learning how to do that. Lastly, please leave me some feedback. If it gets to dull in places or if something sounds stupid or repetitive, blahblahblah. Let me know! Thank you!


As Kira stood under the beaming sun in her mentor's backyard, she was beginning to think this was a bad idea. Dr. Oliver had a good five acres of land, maybe more, but there wasn't any sign of shade unless you went back inside. They haven't even started and she was already sweating. 'I'm going to die here, I just know it.'

"First things first: always do warm-ups." The thought of bending over to touch her toes made Kira's back ache and she absentmindedly winced.

"What, want to quit already?" Dr. O quirked a grin. She may be a fellow Ranger, friend, and his student but that didn't mean he was going to be going easy on her. Somehow he doubted she would even want him too.

"Nah. My back still hurts a little from being thrown into the tree the other day, but I'm good to go! So, what kind of warm-ups did you have in mind?" Tommy made a mental note to look for any signs of pain when exercising her back. He'd been thrown into a tree one too many times and knew how it felt.

"We stretch first to loosen up the muscles and then we go jogging. Sound okay?"

"Perfect."

"Great. Now, the first stretch I want you to do us just breathe." She sarcastically started heavily breathing and he rolled his eyes.

"Stand with your feet together, hands at your side, relax your neck and inhale slowly for five seconds. Hold that breath for five more seconds and then slowly release that breath for five seconds. Do this five times. I'll also be warming up with you."

"Alright. I can do that. I used to do this to help me calm down before performing." Kira took her stance, closed her eyes and began.

Tommy closed his eyes and started his usual morning ritual. Today was different, however. There was the usual breeze blowing, the intense heat (which had yet to bother him) and the sounds of the local animals. If he concentrated hard enough, he could even hear the sound of loose leaves blowing in the wind. Something else was added to the peaceful scenery today.

Kira.

He popped an eye open to see how she was doing and his other eye swiftly opened as well. Kira was a striking young woman, he'd admit. With the sun shimmering down on her and her sandy hair in pigtails, she looked peaceful. Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

He blinked back memories of a Pink Ranger he used to call beautiful.

'Watch it, Tommy.' He bit down on the inside of his lip as his eyes locked onto a bead of sweat and followed the liquid trail from below her ear to the hollow of her neck, down her clavicle, and then disappearing inside her shirt, where her chest was slowly rising up and down. Before he knew it, his eyes retraced that line.

'Son of a bitch.' He placed both hands over his groin until his growing problem went away. Not that she could see anything. 'Right. Stop that Tommy.' He began to sweat.

Clearing his throat, he began the next set of warm-ups. "Next we stretch the back." It was small, almost unnoticeable, but there was a look of worry on Kira's face.

"Stand with your feet together, inhale deeply then lift both our arms over your head with your palms facing the sky, stretching your arms as high as they'll go. Then bend down and touch your toes for five seconds and then stretch it out again for another five seconds." Once again, he demonstrated the technique. He watched as Kira copied his movements five times.

As Kira stretched skywards, loosening the lumbar muscles, Tommy couldn't help but notice how her tank top would rise up and he caught a glimpse of her stomach. Not to mention that her breasts were being pushed his way. He could also see down her shirt whenever she bent over to touch her toes.

'Get a damn grip!'

"Good. How's your back?" He eyed her response.

"Doin' okay. I never thought to stretch it out." She seemed to be in good shape so he continued.

'Good.' "Then lets stretch it some more. This time, stand with your feet apart. Perfect. Now cup your hands behind your neck and slowly rotate just your middle section from left to right. That's good. Since you said your back was hurting, I want you to do this ten times."

Inwardly, Kira winced. Her lower back was starting a light throb. But since asking for extra lessons was her idea, she would deal with it. So she hid her grimaces as her teacher tortured her muscles through thirty more minutes of "warming-up." She had to bend and touch her toes again. Do fifteen push-ups and sit-ups, twenty jumping jacks, and they were just now calming down by repeating the breathing exercise.

She looked at the person who was currently trying to make her have a heart attack. His body looked strained, even though he was trying to relax. Like something was bothering him. But she was happy to find him sweating just as much as she was. "You okay Dr. O?"

He gave a half grunt/half nod. "Ready for the next part?" That was a mischievous smile if she ever saw one.

"Depends. What is it?" She placed her right foot behind her just in case he decided to start throwing punches.

"A two mile run down the road. A mile there and a mile back." He was staring her down now. 'A challenge, huh?' Fine, she would bite.

"Cool. But if I get there first, you have to tell me more about your early days as a Ranger." He gave her an incredulous look.

"I mean, if you wouldn't mind. I'm just really interested in hearing about the others and what it was like and Zordon and Alpha and-"

"Kira."

He was looking at her in a way that made her toes curl, giving her a smile that he rarely showed to anyone. Her heart rate increased. "Sir…"

'Stop biting your lip Kira.' "I would be more than happy to tell you all about the good ol' days: if you can beat me there." He gave her a wink and started walking towards the road, taking his place on the runner's side.

As she stood beside him, she smirked. "Don't go easy on me old man!" She used his stunned expression to her advantage and took off at a light pace.

"Hey, that's cheating!" He took off after her. "And I'm not old. I'm only 25." He muttered to himself. He caught up to her in no time.

"Cheater."

"You didn't say there were any rules." She snickered at his hurt expression.

His only response was to call her a cheater again. She stuck her tongue out at him. "So how often do you do this?" Tommy glanced at his running partner and looked away at the sight of her chest jiggling up and down as she ran.

"E-Every morning. Or night. Depends on if I have a lead on anything Dino or if Mesogog's minions want to make an appearance."

"Geeze Doc. You're a busy man." It was silent after that and Tommy didn't like that. He couldn't get his mind of the sight of her glossy skin and bobbing chest. The image buried itself in his mind and made its way to his groin where it gleefully gave him growing pains. 'Not again!'

As he stumbled around for a second to readjust himself, Kira gained the lead. Apparently he was an ass man because he couldn't take his eyes away from her peach-shaped bottom and all of its roundness.

His hand twitched and he found himself wanting to grab a handful of her ass and squeeze. 'She probably has enough to overfill my hands.' He looked at his huge palms and imagined Kira's bottom in them. Or her chest.

He promptly tripped over his feet.

He didn't land on solid ground of course. Oh no. Nope. Because fate was against him today. He had to trip right into Kira's back and what'd'ya know? He was laying on top of that fine ass he was ogling just seconds ago.

'Straight out of a damn romance novel.' Tommy grunted and shifted to the right to get up but was cut off by a moan from the woman below him. He looked down and jumped up, but not before noticing the end of a bruise on her back. 'My hips have a mind of their own, it appears.' He helped her up and tried to hide his erection at the same time. Some inner voice reminded that she had just felt his erection, so why bother?

Tommy scanned her over. Other than being red in the face, she seemed fine. "I'm sorry. I hit a rock and tripped. You okay?" He gave her his best 'I'm really worried and totally not thinking about squeezing your ass at all,' smile.

"Y-yeah. I think so. Watch where you're running next time bud!" He cracked a smile. She was either appallingly calm about this or pretending she didn't notice. He chose the latter option. 'Come on Tommy, you can do this. She's your student. And underage.' That inner voice he had recently acquired reminded him that she would be legal in three more weeks. And not his student anymore either.

'Not helping!'

"Good to hear it. Let's head back." He turned tail and started walking, not jogging.

"Sooo…does this mean I win? You know, since I technically was there before you…" He pretended to ponder the question for a minute. Kira pouted and he gave in.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You win. This time." He chuckled at her grin.


Back at Dr. O's house, Kira was about to come out of her skin and was jumping at almost anything. Her cheeks were painted a permanent red, her heart was about to bust a vessel and her body felt like she was standing next to a raging fire.

She couldn't get rid of the feeling of him pressing into her. His weight felt good. She was sure that he didn't meant to push his erection into her, but you could also say that she didn't mean to push back. He was hot, heavy, and thick against her thin running shorts.

She wanted to feel it again.

'So this is how it happens. This is how I melt in a puddle of goo and die.' She was being irrational and she knew it, but she was overwhelmed.

"I have a question." Kira squeaked and turned to Dr. O.

"Huh?" Was she in trouble, because she felt like she was with the way he was staring at her like that.

"Have you seen the bruise on your back?" Bruise?

"What bruise?"

'So she doesn't know.' His expression softened. "I didn't mean to, but when I tripped," she flushed. "I noticed a dark bruise on your back. Maybe from being thrown into the tree the other day?"

"Oh. Most likely. But it's just a bruise; it'll be gone in a few days." She waved the problem away.

"I know, but I don't want you in pain. I have something that'll help you." He disappeared into his bathroom and then came back before she could say she was alright. He was holding a brown jar that looked oily.

Kira pointed at it and backed away. "What the hell is that?"

"This is my little secret. It's called Castor Oil. I use it on any injury and it's gone within a week or two, depending on how bad it is. Take a simple bug bite: put a dab of it on and it's gone with the hour." She was still weary.

But she took the bottle he offered her anyways. "Umm…thanks. I'll be…right back." She muttered as she walked into the guest bathroom. Eyeing her regular clothes that still littered the floor, she decided to keep wearing her exercise clothes.

With a vague thought about how she liked her clothes laying around on his floor, she eyed the bottle before lifting her shirt up.


As Tommy gulped down a bottle of water he drew himself some lines. Ranger stuff was Ranger stuff. Teacher duties were teacher duties. Simple as that. But Kira was also a close friend because of said Ranger stuff. Yes, they were closer than a teacher and student should be, but they needed a good bond in order to work efficiently in the field together as Rangers. Any other thoughts would have to go away. It was just wrong. Besides, he could lose his job. Nodding to himself, he sipped some more water.

When Kira stumbled into the living room looking worried and anxious however, those lines he just drew himself went out the window.

"What's up?'

"Imighthaveaproblem." She blurted.

"Ohh-kay. What's wrong?"

"It's…well…You know how…Ugh." She cupped her face in her palms.

"Kira."

She straightened her back, squared her shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. "Can I just show you? I don't mean to be out of place, but it'd be easier if I could just show you." Her face looked like it was fire. He thought about those damn lines before he nodded. He took a sip of liquid courage. Well, water anyways.

Kira turned around and damn if she didn't lift her shirt and sports bra over her head and hold them to her chest.

Tommy Oliver spat his drink out for two reasons: one, the woman he had been ogling earlier just took her shirt off in front of him in his house, and two, her back was one giant purple map of a bruise. Almost web-like. He pushed his hormones through the back door.

"What the hell? Are you okay?"

"Umm, yeah. I just…I just can't…reach." Her head hung low and he could just see her blushing from his seat.

Oh. Well then. 'Dammit Kira, You're not making this easy for me.'

"Ah. Okay. Want my help?" 'No Tommy, she just took her top off in front of you and told you she couldn't reach her back for no reason. Yeahp. That's it. Genius!'

'Oh dear god, please. You can touch me anywhere!' She bit her cheek to contain her excitement.

"P-please. If you don't mind. It's bothering me." She squeezed her legs together.

Tommy knew he was in for it when he nodded and told her to follow him to his bathroom. He couldn't conjure up a decent explanation as to why they were going to his bathroom instead of the kitchen.

The air around Kira grew tight and thin as she followed him to his bathroom. Her teacher's bathroom. Even though the door was open and the bathroom was bigger than her bedroom at home, she still felt like she was stuck in a confined space with Dr. O. She held her clothes tighter to her chest.

'Oh screw this! I'll be 18 in three weeks. I'm entitled to a damn crush.' Trying not to look desperate as she stood in front of his mirror, she slightly loosened her limbs. As Dr. O stood behind her, his heavily muscled body overshadowed her. She felt more exposed than ever. She felt small compared to his athletic build. But she also felt safe, like he would protect her from any damage.

'He would you idiot. We're fellow Rangers.' Kira trailed her eyes from some tattoos that she hadn't seen before and met Dr. O's eyes in the mirror and she nearly moaned. 'What a man!'

Tommy bit his bottom lips as their eyes met and reached for the bottle. As the slick gel poured into his hand, he steeled himself against the onslaught on hormones that was about to bombarded him.

He rubbed his hands together and looked at Kira one more time. She smiled. He breathed deep and set to work. Trying not to throw caution to the wind, he placed both hands on her shoulder blades; rubbing his thumbs in circles as he went up to her shoulders and then back down, repeating it until he saw her visibly relax.

Her head fell to the right, exposing her long neck. Images flashed through his mind of bending her against the counter and attacking her neck with his tongue and teeth and pulling on her tantalizing pigtails while his hips attacked something else.

He nearly did.

But he chose to bite down hard on his tongue instead.

His fingers tightened on her sides and Kira let out a low moan. As his erection throbbed against his sweat pants he rubbed his fingers before realizing they were on the sides of her breasts. He snapped his fingers over her back and gently rubbed the top of the bruise. 'Dammit Tommy, you should've put pants on!'

He noticed that she winced as he skimmed the middle of the bruise so he paid more attention to that area. As he reached her lower back he realized that one of them had taken a step closer to the other because he was once again pressing against her.

She didn't say anything about it, though.

Quite the contrary actually. Kira was staring at him with a fire in her eyes that made his blood boil and his toes curl. He took a bold step and pressed against her more.

She bit her bottom lip and licked the wound as he dipped his thumbs into her shorts and skimmed the top of the round bottom he admired. His hands almost completely enveloped both of her sides as he brought his massive palms up and back to the side of her breasts, gently squeezing with his fingertips. He was still staring in her eyes.

Her breath hitched and she mentally cursed the tall man with the thick, spiky black hair that was currently standing behind her and pressing his large erection into her. She gambled with fate and slightly pushed back against him. Her eyes hooded over as he let out a hot breath against her ear.

Dr. O was the one to break the silence.

"Go get dressed and let me wash my hands. I'll take you home." His voice was strained, almost raspy.

"Why?" No way in hell she wanted to leave now!

"To be honest, I don't want to train you with your back like this. I don't it to hurt you anymore than it already is. Training can wait until it's gone." She gave him her best pout and he gave in. "Fine. You can still come over to do warm-ups, but that's it. If you're lucky, I might let you help me clean the lab." He gave her his best stern expression and she laughed.

Like standing in her teacher bathroom half naked and dry-humping was completely normal.

"Okay."


The ride home was silent, aside from the radio, but not uncomfortable. In fact, it was a very peaceful dusk as they pulled up to her home.

"Thanks Dr. O. For everything." Giving him her brightest smile, she headed towards the door.

"You're welcome." He muttered as he watched her hips sway. "Wait!"

At his shout, Kira turned around.

"Same time tomorrow." She nodded and walked in her house and he drove off.

"Mom? Dad? Anyone home?" When she was greeted with silence, she did a very un-Kira like thing.

She squealed.


Even though no one else was there, Tommy slammed his bedroom door shut behind him. He hastily unzipped his pants and palmed his pulsing erection, already dripping with pre-cum.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time Tommy?"