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.

Ashley Hammond/Astro Yellow: Don't kill me! I wrote more:P

Juzblue: Here's more random fluffy sweetness.

Mz. Daydream: I think I have an inability to write Andros as anything other than completely sweet once he and Ashley get together. :P

Jenny: Yeah, that's right. I just happened to choose their twenty-fifth anniversary as that one day. :P Go write your two thingys and post!

Color

All rangers seem to have an unexplainable attatchment to their color. There's no reason I should still wear red when I haven't so much as touched a morpher in over twenty years, but I don't think a day has gone by when I haven't, and I can't remember how long it's been since I've seen Ashley wear no yellow at all.

"Andros?"

Her hand on my shoulder startles me and I jump. She laughs and slips both her arms around my waist, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"Are you all right?" she murmurs. "You've been staring into the closet for ten minutes."

"Do I always wear red?"

She just laughs. Her hair tickles my skin as she turns her head to kiss my shoulder. "You look good in red."

"That's not what I asked," I say, twisting away from her. She's kissing my neck now, and if she doesn't stop, I don't think I'll need to worry about getting dressed.

Ashley shrugs. "Yeah, you do. But the rest of us still wear our colors too. I don't think we'll ever stop."

"You don't always wear yellow," I say.

"No," she agrees, laughing as she adds, "But if I'm not wearing yellow, I'm wearing red."

She steps past me into the closet, rifling through my shirts. She tugs one off of its hanger and twines the sleeves across her shoulders with a grin. "How do I look?"

"You know you're beautiful," I say with a grin of my own. "Now give me my shirt back!"

"No." Her chocolate eyes sparkle teasingly as she pushes her arms through the sleeves. "Not until I see you in yellow."

"Ash?"

"I've worn red, but you've never worn yellow," she explains. "I want to see you in yellow."

"I look horrible in yellow," I protest. "And if we don't hurry, we'll be late for work and Ella will be late for school."

"She won't mind." Ashley grins. "Come on, just for a minute. Please? For me? I'll never tell anyone if you look awful."

"If?" I repeat dryly. "And anyway, nothing of yours will fit me."

I gesture towards the blouse she's wearing under my shirt. I'm only a few inches taller than her, but her figure is considerably smaller than mine. She glances down at herself for a moment, frowning.

"Here," she says suddenly, smiling to herself. She strides over to our dresser and rummages around in the bottom drawer for a moment. She stands and thrusts an oversized yellow T-shirt at me, one of the many she sleeps in. "Put it on."

"Ash..." I sigh and take the shirt from her, glaring at her as I do. "If you ever tell anyone-"

"I already said I wouldn't!" she exclaims indignantly. "Hurry up!"

With another sigh, I tug the shirt over my head. It doesn't quite fit, but I doubt I'd look any better if it did. Ashley bursts out in giggles and I glare at her. She doesn't seem to mind, and I sigh again, peeling the shirt off.

"Happy now?" I grumble. "I look horrible!"

"Yeah, you really do," she admits. "You should stick to red."

"I told you," I say, but I know I'm smiling. "Now give me my shirt back!"

She shrugs out of it and tosses it to me. I smile as I put it on, feeling the warmth of her body through the material. She settles herself comfortably on the bed, waiting patiently for me to button my shirt and put on some shoes. I turn to her and she hops up, her arms locking around my neck.

"Love you," she murmurs. "You'll be home early, right?"

"I love you too, Ash," I whisper back. "I'll try."

"You'd better be," she says, giving me a quick kiss. "I've got a surprise for you, and don't want to have to wait until tonight to tell you."

"You could tell me now," I suggest hopefully.

"It's a surprise, silly," she says, her eyes gleaming. "You'll just have to wait."

I know I'm making a face at her, and she just grins, her eyes still sparkling teasingly. I lean my forehead against hers and smile back, knowing that I'll be seeing the warm brown of her eyes for the remainder of the day.