Disclaimers: I still don't own them.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! It seems that someone did guess right! But I won't say who, just yet. I left a few more clues in this. It may be a while for chapter 3 since my original chapter 3 wouldn't make it a day on FF.net.
Chapter 2: Decisions
The battle was finally over. Lothor's alien-of-the-week was destroyed. And the six of us wait around until the Scroll of Empowerment is sent and the alien grows. I hang back, watching him interact with the others. And I suddenly find myself wishing that these Ranger uniforms weren't spandex. His ass just looks so good in spandex. And in jeans. Especially those jeans…
My thoughts shift back to business as I realize that the alien is growing. In my Zord, I concentrate on the battle. Once the alien is gone for good, we regroup at Ninja Ops. I try my best not to stare, but I can't shake the earlier events either. I realize that Ninja Ops is eerily silent for having six people, a guinea pig and a virtual replica. I begin to wonder if I was asked a question, but I remain silent. Sensei appears in the middle of our circle and he gazes at all of us.
"You may all go now," he says, then flips back onto the computer desk near CyberCam.
I stand up and my gaze finds him, and his eyes reluctantly meet mine. Since we have no idea what we are, we don't want anyone finding out. But my desire to continue what we started is returning. I vaguely hear someone ask me if I have plans, but I'm not paying much attention. The cool air will do me some good, and I'll be even better if he follows me.
After a while of friendly chit-chat, I manage to make it out of Ninja Ops. But it came at a price, I have plans for that evening. I curse myself, but knew I had no choice. He makes the same plans as me, so it isn't so bad.
I stand in front of my closet, admonishing myself for what I'm doing. I'm actually choosing what I'm going to wear. I'm actually concerned about looking good for him. Although I had hoped he'd show up at my place, I knew he wouldn't. We promised each other when this began that we'd stay away from each other's houses. In light of previous events, I was beginning to care less and less if people found out. I just wanted to get him into a bedroom…my bedroom. I wanted him in my bed.
Now to get him where I can have him all to myself. Right or wrong be damned. My friends say that I can be pretty selfless, but I have my incredibly selfish moments. As I walked to the diner, I began to wonder how I was going to make it through with him there. Especially when all I wanted to do was crawl into his lap and kiss him into next year.
I stand before the door to the diner and run my fingers through my hair. Not that I didn't already try to tame the madness, but I figure one last ditch effort wouldn't hurt. Inside, I look around and find the group. And I'm not surprised to see that I'm the last to arrive. I find him, his hair in his eyes like usual. But he pushes his unruly blonde bangs away and smiles at me. I walk over slowly, swallowing the desire to run to him. I slide into the booth next to him, our thighs are pressed together. It would seem unusual, but six people in one booth make things crowded. Since it is the six of us, I force myself to act normal. But the sound of his voice, the way he laughs, he's making it difficult for me to behave myself. But I sneak a glance, and it seems to look like he's in the same boat as me. And my suspicion is confirmed when I see one of his hands on his glass, but the other is on my thigh. His hand travels dangerously close between my legs. I stand suddenly, saying something about the restroom.
In there, I splash cold water on my face. But my body is still shaking. I hear the door open, and I turn to see him grinning. I grab his hand and pull him into a stall. He's pinned to the door and I assault his lips. We duel for control and he lets me win. But I can't seem to stop his wandering hands. He gets my jeans open and his hands slide in. The only thing that's keeping me from screaming is the fact that my mouth is preoccupied. When it's over, I lean against him, panting.
"One of us should get back out there before they start a search party," he says.
I nod in agreement, but I really want to continue this. As he unlocks the door, I kiss his shoulder. It takes a few minutes for me to collect and fix myself, but I soon reappear. I slide into the booth again. I can feel him restless next to me and I discreetly place a hand on his thigh and I soon feel his hand over mine.