Disclaimer: The drabbles are mine, the idea isn't. If you can't figure it out from the summary, the challenge was up on Ars Amatoria. Oh, and I don't own the Power Rangers.
Mz. Daydream: I love cute Andros! He's so much fun. :D
Juzblue: Here's more. Hope you like this one just as much.
Jessica01: Because she was singing about him. :P
Mirror
I study my reflection thouroughly, and frown. I'm not sure I like mirrors anymore. I should be - and am - happy that I don't look as old as I am, but lately, I think age has begun to catch up. I can see lines on my face now, and I know that my figure has changed. Andros swears that he doesn't see any, but I'm sure that there's some gray in my hair now. I know it's vain, not to mention completely ridiculous, but I remember how I used to look, and sigh.
"What's wrong?"
I jump, not realizing that he'd gotten out of the shower. He pauses in the doorway between our bedroom and our bathroom, narrowing his eyes at me. I look away, but I know I haven't fooled him. He sighs and crosses the room in few steps, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
"Ash," he whispers, "you're beautiful, you know."
I try to smile. "Thanks."
He hugs me closer in answer, bending his head to kiss the back of my neck. His damp hair falls forward, tickling my skin. I squirm, but he doesn't stop. He just keeps kissing me, not even loosening his hold on me until I really am smiling.
"You're beautiful," he insists, tightening his arms around me for just the briefest moment. "Really, Ash."
"Maybe," I say. "But, well, I don't know..."
"You don't look the same as you did," he finishes.
I nod with a sigh and lean back against him as he pulls me a little closer. He's only wearing a towel around his waist, and the warmth of his bare skin is slowly seeping into me.
"Ash, do I look the same?" he asks, gesturing towards the mirror.
I stare into the mirror again, this time smiling at what I see. There are more laugh lines on his face than there are on mine, and the streaks in his hair aren't quite as blond as they used to be, but he's still Andros.
My Andros.
"Yeah," I tell him. "You look the same."
He makes a face at me, one meant to tell me that I know what he's trying to say and I'm just being difficult on purpose. I'm not, really. I know he can't look the same as he did when I first met him, but I can't see the change without looking hard for it.
"Ash," he says softly, finally releasing me. He rests his right hand over my heart, and brushes at my eyelashes with his left. "The most beautiful parts of you have never changed."
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry at his words. In the end, I settle for kissing his fingers, not sure I can say anything if I try. He smiles and wraps his arms around me again, pulling me back into his embrace as our reflections smile back at us.