The Laundry Room

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Summary: Sky and Syd have a confrontation in the laundry room.

Ch. 2

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"You did what?" squealed Z Delgado in peals of laughter.

"He melted in my arms," said Sydney laughing along with her roommate, the b-squad yellow ranger. "And he was so frustrated, it was hilarious. You could see him struggling to respond how he really wanted, too. You could literally see the straight-laced Sky fighting the id Sky."

"But that was so mean Syd," said Z in defense of their newly red counterpart. "But I would have given anything to have seen that whole performance, just to see the look on Sky's face."

"I don't want to talk about it Bridge," said Sky, still in the laundry room with Bridge.

"Are you sure Sky? You know I could just…" Bridge paused to pull of one of his leather gloves.

"Bridge, don't," said Sky in what he hoped was an intimidating tone.

"I won't," said Bridge, crossing a pair of fingers behind his back. "I wouldn't even dare…"

Sky turned and left the room. Bridge with his ungloved hand and quickly waved it after Sky's retreating figure, and released a laugh, as the residual energy that surrounded Sky was a mix of red, pink, and dark blue.

"Passionately in love and sexually frustrated about pink," muttered Bridge as he regloved his naked hand and finished loading his laundry into the washers.

Sky sat in the common room intently reading a book that his mother had given him, it was a classic called Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. Sydney flounced in wearing black yoga pants and the pink SPD tank top that she had abandoned in the seduction of Sky. She flopped on to the couch next to him and laid her head on his left thigh, Sky merely raised his left arm and then repositioned it so that it rested on her stomach and continued reading.

"Sky?" she said after a moment.

"Hmm?" he said. "Not now Syd, I'm reading."

"Sky?" she asked again slowly stroking the underside of his arm with her fingers. Sky said nothing but lightly brushed her fingers away. Sydney let out an exhale in frustration. Sky smiled. Sydney shifted so that she was facing his knees and began to entertain herself with his left knee and how it shuttered when she touched it, she knew it was one of his ticklish spots. Sky repositioned his arm again. Sydney shifted again so that she was facing his stomach and wrapped an arm around his waist. Sky repositioned his arm yet again and went on reading.

Three chapters later, Sky noticed a change in Sydney's breathing, as she was still turned inward facing his stomach.

"Syd," he said softly, getting no response he tried again, "Syd, I need to get up."

Still, no answer.

"You know, Sky, I think she's a sleep," said Z as she walked by the couch and out of the common room with Bridge who carried a plate of buttery toast. Sky looked down at his blonde counterpart who was snuggled against his waist; 'yup' he thought 'she's asleep'. Sky dog-eared the page of his book and the gathered Sydney and the book in his arms and stood up. Sydney stirred briefly only to wrap her arms around his neck and burrow her head on Sky's shoulder.

Sky carried Sydney though the halls of SPD as he made his way to her sleeping quarters. Tapping the door with the toe of his boot, it opened and he carried her in, then carefully cradling Sydney to his body with one hand he pulled back her bed covers with the other before laying her down on her bed and unwrapping her arms from his neck and around her well-loved stuffed animal Peanuts. He tucked her in and then placed a feather light kiss on her forehead. As he was leaving her room, he heard her murmur dreamily,

"Sky…"