Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers: Dino Thunder, Disney and Saban have that under control. I don't own the song "Miss Invisible" either, it was written by Marie Digby for the Pantene Pro-Voice competition 2004 (VOTE FOR MARIE!), and listening to it inspired this short, but sweet song-fic.
Authors Note: I'm sorry that it took me so long to update! I went to Las Vegas for Christmas, and I had to leave my computer at my dorm room for Christmas Break, so I wasn't able to type up any of my drafts of this next chapter! But I'll try and finish it as soon as I can. Thanks again, and I'm really sorry!
Miss Invisible
Chapter 2
Thoughts were racing through his head faster than lightening. What was he doing? He had never meant to ask her to come outside to talk, it was almost like this instinct came over him, and he lost control of his cognitive thought process. He tried to walk slowly out of Hayley's Cyber Space, trying desperately to think of what he was going to say when they finally got to wherever it was that they were going. When they reached the alley behind the compound, and Conner knew they couldn't walk any further, he turned to face her and sighed deeply.
"Kira…. I….." he faltered. This wasn't going to be easy, and he knew that any attempts at putting on the Conner McKnight charm would surely get his ass kicked royally. She looked at him expectantly, her eyes wide, and eyebrows raised, asking him with her facial expression "…yes?" After a few more moments of trying to come up with the tactful way to say what he meant, which for Conner was very difficult, Kira finally spoke.
"Conner spit it out." She was quickly losing patience with him.
"Kira, I'm sorry. I know that I shouldn't have gotten on your case about Trent…again, but the truth is, I don't think he's good for you." There, he said it, now hopefully she wouldn't prod or ask for an explanation as to what he meant.
"What in God's name is that supposed to mean?" …Crap. He tried to pull the messes of words in his brain together to form complete sentences that would make sense without giving away too much information. He didn't think he was ready to tell her just yet how he felt.
"He's not right for you. You two don't…mesh well together." She paused for a moment, giving him the same expression as she had when he paused.
"Did you just use the word Mesh?"
"Look, that's not the point alright?"
"Then what is the point Conner, because frankly I'm getting really sick of sitting out here in an alleyway talking to you of all people when I could be in there warming up for my next set. Did you really bring me out here to tell me that you don't think that Trent and I mesh well together, or is there something else you wanted to say? And who uses the word mesh? Honestly? You're almost acting like you're…." She was cut off by Conner's arms encircling her and his mouth crashing down upon hers, and it was beautiful.
It was like every pent up emotion: frustration, pain, joy, love, hate, fear, irritation, and anger came out through that one simple gesture.
She had dreamed about kissing Conner many times, wondering what it would feel like. Would he be gentle, demanding? She had always assumed that he would be an arrogant kisser, reflecting the personality that he always seemed to show the world. But this, as unexpected as it was, seemed desperate, like he was savoring something he'd never experience again. Her inner strong-willed-woman/smartass was saying that he was damn right in his assumptions and he wouldn't ever experience it again, but there was a part of her, a very large part of her in fact, that never wanted to stop kissing Conner.
It seemed like a light bulb inside of her head flicked on, and all thoughts of what could have been with Trent disappeared as the rays reverberated through her mind. She gathered the courage to undo all of her defense mechanisms muscle clenching, and relax into his kiss the way she subconsciously had been desiring to do for quite sometime. Her arms relaxed from their rigid state, and moved up his chest, and gently around his neck. Her small fingers wound their way into his silky locks as she pulled him closer to her. Noticing this change in her demeanor, he relaxed also, gently pulling her closer to him until he felt that there weren't any air molecules remaining between their bodies.
Knowing, but hardly caring, that someone would be wondering where they had escaped to for so long, Kira reluctantly pulled back. She rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes to allow herself to breathe in everything. They sat for a few moments, absorbing everything that had just taken place between them. Neither spoke, for fear of ruining a perfect moment. Conner reached up and touched her cheek gently, savoring the feeling of her smooth skin.
"So where are we now?" He asked her breathlessly. She moved her head to look him in the eyes, the tip of her nose gently brushing his. She stared at him intensely, trying to remember every fleck of color in his eyes.
"Kissing…in an alley…behind Hayley's Cyber Space." Conner smiled broadly and let out a small chuckle. Kira smiled in return, and slid her hands to cup either side of his face. "Where do you want us to be Conner?"
