A/N: I wrote this several months ago, and I apologize in advance if it's bad. But I am going through writer's block at the moment, and experienced some technical difficulties about a year back, and lost almost all of my stories. Both finished and in-progress works. And this was one of only two stories that were already finished, and I felt confident enough to post.

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Sexual Content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers.

He's seen her in a bikini before. Plenty of times, and it never bothered him before. He'd be lying if he said he never noticed she was an attractive girl, because he had noticed. But he had never quite noticed it in this way before, because she was one of his best friends. She was dating his best friend. His brother in everything but blood. He shouldn't be staring at his girl like she was a piece of meat, as while she was wearing a bikini. This certainly wasn't how he had imagined this visit going. She suddenly comes towards him, laying next to him on a towel. She waves a bottle of sunblock in front of him, her lips moving. 'Please don't be asking me to put some sunblock on her back.'

"Jason?" He finally snaps back to reality. "Do you need some sunblock?"

He takes the bottle from her wordlessly, inwardly sighing in relief. And the next few days of his visit aren't any easier. And she seems completely oblivious to his newfound attraction to her. But if he was honest with himself it started long before that. Long before the peace conference. Long before Tommy entered the picture. It just took him this long to realize it. But he pushed those feelings to the deepest recesses of his heart, became something of a player.

Zach and Trini were obviously worried about him, and tried their damnedest to get the truth out of him. But when he heard about the letter, he couldn't deny that he'd felt a pang in his chest. And by the time Tommy had asked him to receive the gold powers, it had finally started to feel like he was getting over her. What he had with Emily had been good. But within months, his life had taken a turn for the worse. The gold powers had almost killed him, and Emily had ended things. And just like that, he found himself sleeping on Zach's couch for a while, before he finds himself back in Florida, knocking at Kim's door. She opens the door, wrapping her arms around him the second she does. "Nice to see you too."

She pulls away from him, her arms still around him. The smile disappears from her face, her breathing heavy. She finally connects their lips, her lips are soft and warm against his. He snakes his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She, in turn, pulls him inside her apartment, pulling them both down onto the couch.

"Jason?" And the daydream was over. "You coming inside?"

They end up spending the summer together, and his feelings seems to grow stronger everyday, while she still seems completely oblivious to his feelings. After spending the summer together, he invites her back to Angel Grove with him. But he should've known that things never stay good for long when it comes to them. And afterwards, he heads home, dead set on just going to bed. (And try his hardest not to dream about kissing her, even if he knows it's not going to work.) He's in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, when there's a knock at the door.

She doesn't know how long it actually takes for her to knock on his door. She had changed, but then rushed to his place, before she could change her mind. He's one of her best friends, she's supposed to be able to tell him anything. Tell him the truth. 'Just tell him how you feel.' Tommy's words echo in her ears. She sucks in a deep breath, knocking on the door. Jason opens the door in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, and her breath hitches. She's seen him shirtless before. But never when she was about to confess her feelings to him. "Hey, I thought we could, um-"

She trails off, unable to get the words out. He gives her an out, "watch a movie?"

"Yes. Um you can pick."

He raises an eyebrow, a look of shock on his face. "You want me to pick the movie? You always want to pick the movie."

"Well, I want you to pick this time." He laughs, seemingly accepting the answer.

She shifts uncomfortably, as the scene continues to play out on the screen in front of her. She looks over at Jason, who seems relatively unbothered by scene. She's suddenly hot, reminded of her purpose for coming here. And the fact that he was sitting next to her shirtless. She bits her lip, and tries her best to focus on the movie. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I fine." She lies.

"You aren't uncomfortable?" She shakes her head. "It's not like you're a virgin."

It's an attempt at humor, but it certainly doesn't help her current situation. "Well actually, I am... a virgin."

The smile drops from his face, and she could almost hear him swallow. "Really? You and Tommy never... and the other guy?"

"No. It never felt right with Tommy. And the other guy," she pauses, unsure of how to continue. But instead she turns the attention onto him. "What about you?"

Why she suddenly wants to know? She doesn't know. But she does, even if there's a chance she won't like the answer. "There were a few girls while I was away. And Emily."

It hurts. More than it should. But she couldn't be surprised. They were both college freshman age, and anyone would be lucky to have him as a lover. She doesn't say anything in response. Until he speaks again, "what about the other guy?"

There was no way out of this now. "I, well that's actually why I came here tonight. I love you. You're the guy."

Her words hang in the air between them, as he says nothing in response. She stands up, and was almost off the couch, when he suddenly grabs her arm. His hand moves up to cup her cheek, his lips brushing against hers. "I love you too."

Their lips finally connect. She pushes him down onto the couch, kissing down his body. She pulls at the draw strings on his sweatpants, pulling his pants down, his erect organ resting against his thigh. He really was every girls dream. She catches the tip in her mouth, stroking with her hand what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Several profanities escape his mouth, his breathing heavy. He strokes her hair, as she continues to suck him. She keeps stroking him, licking up and down his impressive member, feeling it twitch under her hand. She catches him in her mouth again, sucking all the way down, gagging on his size. A rather loud groan escapes his throat, his head falling back against the couch cushion.

"Let's move to the bedroom." He lifts her into the air, catching her off guard, but she wraps her legs around his waist anyway. He kisses her once again, before laying her down on the bed, spreading her legs. He runs a finger against her sex outside of her panties. She moans at his touch, just as he pulls her panties off. She moans again as she feels his breath against her center. He finally presses his tongue to her swollen wet folds. Her back arches, and he pushes her back down onto the bed. He slips his tongue into her entrance, sucking at her folds. He rubs at her clit with his finger, reveling in the sound of her screaming his name. And prays with everything in him that it's real, because it feels so real.

Realizing that she was close, he lifts her shirt over her head, grabbing a condom from his nightstand. He positions himself at her entrance, slowly thrusting inside of her, his eyes never leaving hers. He wipes the single tear from her eye, reconnecting their lips. He kisses her neck, finally moving against her. She grabs the back of his neck, as he rests his forehead against hers, whispering sweet nothings against her lips. She screams his name once again as he hits her sweet spot, her back arching beneath him. (Sleeping with a gymnast apparently had its perks.) She wraps her legs around his waist, allowing him more access. She orgasms, her body shaking with pleasure. She slumps against him. He gives into a few more thrusts, moaning into her neck, as he reaches his own orgasm.

Exhausted, they settle underneath the blankets, and she rests her head on his chest. He wraps his arm around her, still praying with everything in him that it's real. Some part of him knows she's going to be gone when he wakes, just like always.

He wakes up to the sun shining through his bedroom window. It doesn't take long to notice that he's naked, or the hickies on his chest that disappear beneath his blankets. His 'dream' replays in his head, only now considering that it wasn't a dream at all. The bed shifts, an arm now loosely draped over his stomach. Kim blinks her eyes open, smiling at him. "Morning."

"Morning. So... about last night... we shouldn't have done that."

"What do you mean? Do you regret it?"

"No! But Tommy-"

"He knows Jason," she cuts him off. He blinks at her. "I talked to him before I came here last night. He's the one who told me to come to you."

She touches his face, suddenly close. "The only thing standing in our way now is ourselves."

And just like that his last defense had been knocked down. So he kisses her. "Hmm when do you have to be back?"

"Next week. But let's not focus on that right now."

"Move in with me."

the end.