50 Manifestos to the Epic Love of Carlos
Standard Disclaimer: Power Rangers do not belong to me, I still own nothing! Really wish I did, though. Sorry for the long wait. I really was planning to finish this ASAP, but then everything I wrote sounded wrong. My plot bunnies ran away. Also I'm never going to post for the sake of posting. So to all of you, Rye Lee and JasonLeeScottFanwho reviewed and waited so patiently, this is for you. Glomps & huggles all. , P.S.-Yay for sandboxes, insomnia, and being hyped up on meds! (boo for stomach viruses, though) Read and review even if it's just to say this sucks. That aside: On with the show!!! :-D
Battle
Everyday
was a game testing his patience, endurance and toleration. Andros
had no problem at all making it known they were invading his personal
space. Carlos had no problem making it known he didn't give a damn.
Wait
Patience wasn't a virtue Carlos lacked but even he often wondered how long he supposed to wait until he could give in to his desire and let his emotions run free without risk of overwhelming and scaring their "fearless" leader with advances he was not familiar with, or was he?
Drive
"Oh thank God!" Climbing out of the car and practically running to the driver's side. Ashley said teaching Andros to drive would be fun…she lied. "Dude you are a menace to society. Now give me the keys and step away from the vehicle." For a guy who had piloted a huge ship threw meteor showers, avoided black holes, dodged and returned laser blasts with vicious aliens, driving a car shouldn't have been a problem. Too bad no one mentioned to Carlos that Andros had road rage.
Safe
Carlos was a living breathing oxy-moron. He unnerved Andros with his seemingly all-knowing, calm, yet decidedly understanding presence but he never felt more secure in his being than when he was around.
Shadow
Andros was fascinated with the rise and fall of his toned chest, gorgeous abs, and thinly veiled lower half. The blinds casting filtered light in all the right places, lending shadow to a beautifully vivid picture of sated sex and sweet dreams.
Believe
He believed in Andros. He knew that their leader wouldn't steer them wrong. He knew that he wouldn't let them down. Carlos could see it wasn't in him to fail. Andros didn't know how too. He had to believe or all hope would lost. Especially as they pursued what often felt like a wild goose chase around the universe for Zordon, a floating head whom they had only met once. He believed in him because he believed in them; even when they didn't believe in themselves, and that said it all.
Gentle
Carlos
laid Andros down as carefully as he could, unwilling to disturb the
peaceful expression; sleep was hard won for the work-a-holic,
insomniac. So whenever he finally fell out Carlos didn't have the
heart to wake him.
Time
Time
stops when brown eyes meet hazel and time standstill when lips
connect. And they've got all the time in the world.
Soul (inspired by rivulet027's Sleeping Better With You)
Andros had always been convinced he met his soul mate in the bouncy, effervescent yellow ranger from earth. But time spent with and in the calm black ranger's inner sanctum he realized that he most likely had his soul confused by brown eyes and a bright smile, because the feelings he slowly developed for Carlos had nothing to do with color and everything to do with mutual love, respect and understanding.
Perfect
He
knew there had to be a God, when he let his fingertips explore his
sleeping lover's smooth back ever so careful to not wake him; if
for no other reason than the fact that he felt blessed everyday to
wake up next to, live and, be in love with the man next to him.
Life
was good, damn near perfect.
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