The Laundry Room
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Summary: Sky and Syd have a confrontation in the laundry room.
Sydney Drew stood in the SPD laundry room in front of a row of washers sorting her laundry into two of the washers her unmentionables and delicates in one and the rest of her clothes into the other. Executing a slow pirouette, she shut one of the washers with her knee and the other with her rump.
"Very graceful Syd," remarked a voice belonging to none other than the b-Squad's new red ranger.
"Why thank you Mr. Tate," she said, then noticing that he was still watching her she added in a sultry voice, "Do you see something you like?"
Sky blushed, then started to pull his own wet laundry from the washers, and began transferring them into the dryers. Sydney smirked as a mean light bulb idea went off in her mind, she pulled off her pink SPD tank top to reveal a hot pink sports bra and tossed her tank top on top of a washer and then rolled the waist band on her soft baby blue terry cloth short shorts, before she strolled across the room until she was behind Sky where she snaked one tone tanned arm across his chest where her other arm snaked its way around his waist. His response was something that she had not calculated into the equation.
"Syd what are you doing?" he asked in his straight-laced voice while his body gave a delicious shiver and seemed to melt into her arms.
"Sydney," Sky said again in a different kind of tone.
"Yes," she said innocently as he turned around to face her. His jaw dropped at the sight of her tone tanned body and lack thereof of clothing.
"Um Sydney," he stuttered. "Shouldn't you be wearing some more clothes on? I mean…."
"You have too many clothes on, Cadet Tate," she said in a tone that was mixed with innocence and sultriness, she was having way too much fun watching Sky Tate squirm in sexual frustration. Sydney pressed her body against Sky's and stood on her toes so that her mouth was parallel with his, she leaned in so that their lips were almost touching, noting that Sky had closed his eyes in anticipation of the kiss, smiling Sydney stepped away and sauntering out of the room with her tank top in hand.
"Did I miss something?" asked the B-Squad's new Blue ranger Bridge Carson as he entered the laundry room, as Sydney was exiting. Sky's eyes snapped open and he blushed red. Bridge merely smirked and began to load his own laundry into a set of washers.