This is not a new chapter. It's the second half of the second. It was just bothering me and I felt like it needed to be its own chapter.
Sweet Like Chocolate
Kim had showered and thrown on a white tank and pink yoga pants. Tommy was due to arrive at any moment. She wondered if he'd gotten word of the spat back at the juice bar. If he hadn't, she knew she'd have to tell him either way. There were no secrets between them, and she'd be damned if Kat was the reason that was going to change.
As she had begun to towel dry her hair, the doorbell rang. The pink ranger raced down the stairs and saw his handsome face through the peephole.
"Shit," she whispered. His expression was dark and serious. "He knows."
"Kimberly, I can hear you. Open the door."
Kimberly? Yep, he was mad. He definitely knew.
Swinging the mahogany door open, she put on her brightest smile, "Hey, baby."
Tommy stepped inside, shaking his head at her use of the pet name, knowing damn well she was trying to smooth things over and be dismissive of her argument with Katherine earlier that afternoon. The brunette rose on her toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He returned the gesture because as upset as he was, he could never deny her.
Kim took the pizza box and 2 liter of Coke from him and set them atop the living room coffee table. Tommy had yet to move from in front of the door. His arms were crossed over his chest, muscles flexing against the form-fitting white tee. Even brooding and pissed he looked far too good than any guy his age had any business looking. Her Handsome was not the man standing before her, though. This was leader Tommy in all his alpha male bravado glory. Damn him.
"Go ahead," she goaded, "say what you have to say. Yell, shout. Tell me how immature and out of line I was so that we can hurry up, eat, and then have mind-blowing make-up sex afterward."
The white ranger's jaw ticked as he watched her intensely. Kim shifted nervously, eyes cast downward. Suddenly, in two long strides, Tommy reached her, scooping her up into his arms. Kim's legs wound around his waist, a small squeal escaping her mouth before he covered it with his own. Her nails clawed at the back of his neck and through his scalp as he drank from her lips, hungry, and hazed with a desire.
Tommy fell onto the couch, Kim straddling his lap. Their lips never broke contact. She cradled his face while nibbling softly on his bottom lip, her tongue slowly sweeping across the soft skin there before gliding sensuously against his.
"If I'd known this was going to be your reaction, I would have picked that fight two weeks ago."
He snickered, letting his head fall back against the cushion while catching his breath.
"Oh, I'm still upset. But I think you laying claim to your man is so incredibly sexy," he groaned, hand caressing the side of her face before he pulled her in for another searing kiss.
"She needed to know that you're mine," she murmured over his lips. "And that you'll always be mine."
"Always, beautiful," he muttered into her neck as she ground herself against him.
"So, are we skipping dinner and the fight and going straight to the mind-blowing sex? Because I'm down."
Tommy laughed into her shoulder and shook his head. This incredible woman would be the death of him, he just knew it. He loved her too damn much for his own good. The argument he'd readied himself to have with her had died in his throat. Once he'd taken in her petite form, wearing their colors, no less, his resolve was in shambles. The sight of her hair, dampened by a recent shower as soft skin beckoned to be touched, tasted, and adored made him forget why she wasn't cradled in the circle of his arms the second he stepped through the threshold. And the moment her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, well, that had been his undoing.
He steeled his composure, locking eyes with her. "Kim, what happened today shouldn't have happened."
"Tommy, she and I needed to hash things out. It was bound to come to a head sooner or later." Kim narrowed eyes at him. "Are you upset because I confronted her? Do you feel bad for her something? Because she said some foul shit to me and Aisha. She's no saint by any stretch." The brunette had started to move off his lap, her mood gone to hell. But he held her firm at the hips.
"That's not what I meant. You know that. It just wasn't the place. I don't want people to think less of you, Kim. That aside, I also heard some things were said that could implicate the team."
"I doubt anyone caught on to any of that. But how do you even know that?"
"Kim, your heightened emotional state set off the alarms at the Command Center. You know our life's energy is connected to the morphing grid. Billy, Alpha, and Zordon watched the whole thing."
Kimberly groaned, covering her face with her hands and letting herself fall on the couch beside Tommy. "Fuck."
"Yeah, you can imagine what Zordon was thinking. Billy told me he plans to eventually confront the three of you. It was all he'd said before immediately powering down for the night."
"I'm fucked!" she whined from behind her hands.
Tommy leaned over, parting them so that he could look into her eyes. "Not quite yet," he quipped with a wink.
"Ugh, I can already hear the lecture." In her best Zordon expression, she grumbled, "Kimberly, your behavior was unbecoming of a Power Ranger. Rangers do not call their former teammates bitter bitches or tell them they smile with their vaginas."
"W-what?" Tommy sputtered, nearly choking on his own saliva. "Please tell me you didn't really say those things. Kim!"
"Damn right I did! Followed by something about her wanting to be impaled on your dick. But that's neither here nor there."
Tommy's eyes widened, and he brought his palm to his forehead."
"Kim…" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're a little crazy, you know that, right?"
"I thought you said my defending your honor was sexy?"
"Yes, but… impale herself!?"
"Tommy, she almost snuck into your room when she knew you were showering! Then played stupid as if your initials aren't imprinted on the goddamn door. What if Adam hadn't caught her?"
"You know absolutely nothing would have happened other than me asking her to leave."
She locked eyes with him, "And why'd I have to hear about that from Adam and Aisha, by the way?"
He looked away, suddenly feeling guilty that he hadn't told his girl about that particular incident. "I'm sorry, Kim; I should have been the one to tell you. But in my defense, she'd never tried anything before that, and I brushed it off."
The pink ranger scowled, crossing her arms. "You still should have told me. Tommy, we don't have any secrets and I hate that she's the reason we're even arguing about this right now."
He pulled his huffy girlfriend back onto his lap. She winced ever so slightly, as he accidentally pressed on the healing wound at her side. "Kim, beautiful, if I told you about every girl who looked at me a little too long or tried to get my attention somehow, we'd be talking about it almost every day."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, aren't you Mr. Irresistible?"
He stifled a laugh. "Look, none of that matters to me. None of those girls matter. They mean nothing, and you… you're my everything, Kim," he assured her, cupping her face and placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
"But with Kat things are different," she whispered. "I almost gave you up and sent you straight into her arms. I know she would have been there to console you, determined to mend your heart and make you love her. That thought alone terrifies me, baby. I have nightmares about it."
"You're having nightmares about me and Kat?"
"Yes, where you hate me for what I did and you love her, Tommy. I've seen you marry her in my worst dreams, and she even has your baby. Meanwhile, karma bites my ass and I die alone and bitter, while my fifteen cats consume my corpse."
Tommy chuckled, "Oh, Kim." He kissed her nose, cheeks, her forehead, and finally her lips. "None of that will ever happen. As crazy as it sounds because we're still young, I know with everything in me that you're it for me, Kim. As long as you'll have me; I'm yours. All of me." He hesitated before speaking again and placed a hand on her cheek so that their eyes would meet. "Beautiful, I know I'm going to ask you to marry me someday because you're the woman I want forever with. I've never been surer of anything in my whole life."
The pit of Kimberly's stomach roiled with a fire so white-hot, that she could barely breathe. Her lips captured his in a slow, passionate kiss. The exquisite taste of him, the sensual scent of his cologne wreaked havoc on her senses. God, how she loved this man.
"Can we eat now? The pizza is getting cold."
"After all that and you're thinking about pizza?" he asked with an impish grin, knowing her morbid humor.
"Baby, the sooner we eat, the sooner I can take you upstairs and thoroughly ravish you until you can think of nothing else except how good it feels to be inside me."
Tommy swallowed hard. "Point taken."
"Good, now feed me and pour me my soda like a good future husband."
He tipped his head back and laughed.
XXX
Tommy went over the items listed on the small piece of paper for the third time, making sure he had gathered all the ingredients Kim had penciled down. The pair had eaten dinner and spent the last couple of hours watching a Real World marathon, much to the white ranger's dismay. Though he'd had control over the remote the night before, so he couldn't complain too much. Even then, she had been generous enough to suggest a coin toss—which she later admitted to being a double-sided trick coin. She'd surely gotten a kick out of that.
A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth, recalling how his girl had paid dearly for her antics. Tears streamed down her gorgeous face while he'd wrapped a hand over her ankle and tickled her foot until she swore she was about to wet her pants. Augmented strength wouldn't help against a ranger who was already stronger to begin with. It had been thoroughly worth the several instinctual kicks he'd been pelted with by her free leg. Kim fixed him a murderous glare before a decorative pillow was hurled at his face with such force it nearly gave him whiplash.
Tommy couldn't resist her adorable pout as she pretended to be furious with him. He stalked over to her side of the couch slowly, lips making contact with the skin on her arm. The brunette had promptly told him to fuck off, though no attempts to push him away were made. He simply smiled and continued the fiery trail of soft kisses as she began to tremble beneath his warm caress. Wicked promises whispered into her ear had made her cheeks blush red. Kim bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan when he found that magic spot on her neck. Tommy watched as her eyes fluttered closed.
An intense make-out session quickly ensued that saw the pair breathing heavily, hands palming and grabbing beneath the intrusive clothing that separated them. Their bodies fell into rhythmic rocking and grinding—that is until a commercial about a bake-off competition had flashed across the screen. A perfectly decadent chocolate fudge cake had caught the pink ranger's eye.
He shook his head and chuckled quietly as he tied off a red 'Kiss the Chef' apron around his waist. His Beautiful wanted to bake a cake from scratch. And while there were quite a few other things he would have rather been doing with his girlfriend, he was sure to enjoy himself regardless. Any time spent in her company was well worth it. Plus, she'd get her dessert and he'd indulge in his later.
A delicious warmth washed over the tall teen suddenly, a feeling he was so entuned with when the other half of his soul was near. He always felt her presence, always knew when she was close even if he hadn't yet seen her. It was a special link that only they shared. Further proof their love transcended far deeper than that of simple teenage romance. The bond between them was unique in a way that was otherworldly. Their paths were always meant to intertwine. Tommy's destiny hadn't just been tied to being a Ranger; he just knew he'd been born to love her.
"Are you going to help me make this thing or just stand there staring at your incredibly hot boyfriend?"
Kimberly was leaning against the frame, arms crossed and a sly smile on her face, while a bright pink scrunchie was curled onto one finger.
"I'm debating what's more delicious. The cake or that grab-worthy ass of yours."
Tommy had started to laugh until he caught sight of the object in her hand. "Someone is asking to be tickled again."
She stalked toward him, positioning herself at his back. "Tommy, you ever do that again and I promise you will regret it. Don't test my unconditional love for you because it might actually have conditions of the feet tickling variety," Kim threatened with mock ire all the while tying off her boyfriend's hair with the offending pink object. "Besides, it was either this or the one with little hearts on it. You know I love your hair, just not in my cake."
He knew she was smiling and enjoying herself far too much, "No worries, beautiful; I've got other creative ways to torture you."
"Don't threaten me with a good time, handsome, and get to work," she retorted, playfully slapping his backside. "Grab the bowls in that top cabinet."
Tommy swallowed a growl, 'You're wicked."
"So, I've been told."
The pair fell into a comfortable rhythm of talking and prepping ingredients. Tommy worked on the chocolatey frosting while Kim mixed the batter. They'd gotten the recipe from Mrs. Henderson next door, who'd been so excited the teen had finally called. It took quite a bit of passive-aggressive effort to convince the woman her help wasn't needed (or wanted). She was a pleasant lady, despite her meddlesome tendencies. Kim supposed the trait came with age. When the woman had finally relented, the brunette breathed a sigh of relief. Had Mrs. Henderson caught Tommy, her mom would have surely been notified and she probably would have wanted her on the next flight to Paris. Not that Kim would have ever agreed to that.
Caroline Hart wasn't naïve to the fact that her daughter and longtime boyfriend had taken their relationship to the next level. She'd confronted Kimberly one night after catching the teen sneaking back into her room through the window. She looked disheveled and her top was on inside out. Mrs. Hart raced to the window, sticking her head out just in time to catch a glimpse of Taillights speeding off. Sixteen at the time, Mrs. Hart was thoroughly disheartened that her little girl had lost the last shred of her innocence. Initially enraged, tears had sprung to her eyes and heated words were exchanged. In the midst of their argument, incessant knocking at the front door had cut through the shouting. Tommy stood in the threshold; steadfast determination etched onto his boyish features. Still, the teen carried himself with an air of confidence and the presence of a man far older than his young age.
Despite stepping into what would be the proverbial lion's den, Tommy knew his Beautiful needed him, and he'd be damned to let her face her mother's wrath on her own. He'd seen Caroline emerge from Kim's window as he'd driven off, a seething scowl souring her normally soft features. While terrified of the older Hart woman, he'd walked in past her, taking his girlfriend's trembling hand in his. He began with a sincere apology concerning their sneaking around and disrespecting the rules. The confession that fled his lips next had not only stunned Caroline Hart into silence, but it had left Kim breathless and swooning.
Tommy was a man in love, his heart and soul lay bare at his lover's feet. Eyes never wavered from hers as he gently swiped at the heartfelt tears sliding down her cheeks. He dared to press a soft kiss to her forehead, even under Mrs. Hart's harsh, albeit slowly softening scrutiny. Kim quickly embraced him, burying her face into his chest as whispered I love you's tumbled from her lips repeatedly.
Caroline scrambled for words. She knew the boy had torn his soul open, the depth of his love and devotion for her daughter far more profound than anyone his age should have been capable of. While she was still upset, at least she knew Kim was not being taken advantage of. Boys like Tommy, good-looking, athletic, and popular, were rarely tied down to one girl, especially in high school. She'd known how hard and fast Kimberly had fallen for him and it had scared her to death. Yet she also knew the boy had been nothing but sincere and that her daughter's heart was safe with him. After a lengthy conversation, she pleaded with them to be responsible. The teens agreed without question, knowing it was impossible for Kim to conceive while connected to the morphing grid anyway.
Once Tommy was back inside his truck, the leader in him fled, leaving behind a horrified and overwhelmed teen boy. He nearly crumpled over onto the steering wheel, his hands trembling uncontrollably. During his tenure as a Power Ranger, he'd battled Lord Zedd, and had gone toe-to-toe with Goldar and endless alien monsters without batting an eyelash yet facing Kim's mother had been the most terrifying experience of his life. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he'd inhaled several calming breaths to settle the adrenaline dump, and pulled off, hoping not to accidentally drive into a tree.
"Hey, Kim, didn't you say you had something you wanted to talk to me about?"
The pink ranger had just set the oven's timer. She turned to face her boyfriend and nodded, "Oh! That's right."
Tommy folded his arms across his chest, "Well, it can't be that important if you forgot."
She opened her mouth to say something witty, but shook her head and snickered instead, "Nah, too easy."
"Ha-Ha. You're lucky I love you as much as I do," he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her hairline.
"I really am," she said in a hushed tone, rising on her toes to kiss him. "And since you love me," kiss, "I need you," kiss, "to help me out."
He was grinning. "Anything. Just name it."
"Well, you know I've spent the better part of the last two years training for a dream I thought I wanted. Now that that's no longer a part of my life, I want to make up for lost time as far as training to be a better ranger goes. I need to be on my A-game. I don't want to be a liability because I'm rusty or the Rangers' weak link."
He framed her face with his hands. "Kim, you are far from a weak link. We all bring different strengths to the team. And you and I… Kim, you and I are quite the team, and you know that. There's no one else I trust more to have my back in battle."
"I want to be better, Tommy. Better for you. And better for me and the team."
"Beautiful, I'll train you without question, but you don't need to prove anything to anyone. I know how capable and remarkable you are."
She shook her head. "No, that's not what I mean." Kim disentangled from Tommy's strong arms and sat at the table. He followed, pulling a chair and scooting in front of his girlfriend. "We're many things to each other, baby," she said smiling adoringly. He returned her smile knowing the weight her statement held. "Because of that, we're each other's biggest weakness. And you know Zedd exploits that to the fullest every chance he gets." Kim paused briefly, knowing how her next sentence would affect him. But she needed him to understand. "I almost died because of it."
The white ranger visibly winced at the unbearably painful memory. He recalled with horror how close he had come to losing her… and probably himself if he was honest. Tommy had never felt so helpless as he had watching the life drain out of the woman he loved.
The night he'd rescued her and brought her home, back into the safety of his arms, he'd finally let himself fall apart. She'd found him sobbing in his room at the Command Center, sitting trembling under the spray of a frigid shower. His knuckles were bloodied, and pieces of cracked tile lay beside him. Kimberly had immediately turned off the water and held his wrists, frantically looking over his injuries. Tears fell from her eyes as she observed his crumpled figure, staring past her, and lost inside his own head as guilt consumed his conscience. She'd had to call to him several times until he finally saw her. Reaching for his beloved, he'd released a choked sob as he crushed her to his chest, apologizing over and over for not protecting her. The pink ranger held his face and assured him the opposite. Thanked him for saving her life and reminded him that she was there, and she was safe in his arms because of him. Oh, how they'd made love that night.
"I will never let that happen to you again. Not while I'm breathing."
"That's exactly my point. Zedd will always use me to get to you… to destroy you, Tommy, because he knows you'd do it. And I couldn't live with myself if I was the reason—"
"I would die and kill for you, Kim. Without hesitation, without question." The depths of his brown eyes reflected that turbulent darkness within him that lay dormant in the deepest recesses of his soul. "I will always choose you above everything and everyone else." He looked away from her, his haunted gaze cast downward. "It's something I struggle with as leader of the Power Rangers because we swore an oath… but when it comes to you—"
She reached out and placed a hand on the side of his face. He leaned into her touch.
"Me, too, Tommy," she confessed, barely above a whisper. "I deal with those same demons, and it terrifies me because I know that if it ever came down to it…"
"I know," he said, pulling her onto his lap.
"We're pretty messed up, aren't we?"
He chuckled softly, "Just a little bit."
Kim lay her head on his shoulder, fingers idly playing with a silver chain he wore around his neck.
"Imagine if Zordon knew."
"I think Zordon knows more about us than we know about ourselves. Our life force is connected to the grid. It's a part of him. He can see it, feel it, and in some ways… manipulate it at will."
She simply nodded. Understanding the depth of his words, knowing that in some ways she had little to no control over her own destiny. A cold shiver slid down her spine at the thought. Tommy seemed to notice and held her tight with one arm while the other interlocked his fingers with hers.
"When do you want to start training?"
"How about tomorrow?" He nodded. "And I don't want you to go easy on me, Tommy. This is important."
"It's important to me, too, beautiful."
"Perfect. Project turn Kimberly into a badass commences tomorrow!"
Tommy laughed, "You're already badass, Kim," he lifted her chin, "And sexy as hell." His teeth nipped up the length of her neck playfully. "You ready to go upstairs now," he asked huskily as his lips were now moving across the side of her cheek.
Kimberly seemed distracted and he stopped to look at her. "Kim?"
She suddenly reached up and unclasped Tommy's chain. His brows knitted together.
"You told me how important your grandfather's chain was to you. That he'd given it to you before he passed." He nodded, unsure what she was getting at. Kim looked at the white gold ring on the middle finger of her left hand. Her mother had given it to her as a sweet sixteen present. The ring had a 'K' engraved in the middle, surrounded by pink diamonds. It was her favorite piece of jewelry. She slipped it off her finger and looped it onto Tommy's chain before reaching around his neck and clasping it back into place.
"Kim, what are you doing? You love that ring."
"Two things we both cherish merged into one. Just like us." She caressed his face and kissed him softly. "I love you, Tommy. I want you to have my ring because one day, you're going to give it back," she added with a wink, bringing up her hand, opening her palm against his, and interlocking their fingers. "Think of it as a promise… that I'm yours, always."
"Always mine."
Their lips came together in a searing and greedy kiss. Without relinquishing her mouth, Tommy used his ranger strength to lift and maneuver her over his lap so that she was now sitting astride, flush against his hardened erection. He needed her so badly. In one swift, fluid movement, Tommy gripped the swell of her backside and got to his feet.
"Tommy, wait… the cake!" she panted into his mouth.
"Kim," he growled in response, teeth crashing against hers, "fuck that cake."
Kimberly pulled away, forehead resting against his as they both fought to steady their breaths.
"Twenty more minutes, baby. And in exchange, we won't burn the house down… or I don't know, maybe we will." A wicked grin curved her lips.
The white ranger squeezed his eyes shut, "Twenty more minutes," he repeated several times like a mantra, in an effort to compose himself. He placed her feet on the floor, needing to put some distance between them if the damn cake was going to survive.
She laughed and reached into the chocolate batter. "I've been so distracted that I completely forgot my favorite part of baking!" Before Kim could bring the of batter to her mouth, Tommy sucked the chocolate clean off her finger. "You sneaky bastard!"
They broke into fits of laughter as she smeared chocolate on various parts of his face and neck while he ducked and maneuvered out of her grasp. She chased him around the table, thus ensued a game of cat and mouse.
"Kim, stop! This is a new shirt."
"You're a chocolate thief and you will pay for your transgression," she teased, taunting him with a dripping spatula. Summoning her crane's strength and agility, Kimberly leapt onto the table. "Which way are you trying to go, handsome?"
"Okay. I can play, too."
"Tommy, if you step onto this table, I will kill you. It won't hold us both."
"Who said that was my plan?"
Tommy tore off his apron and white tee, and she indulged her eyes for a few brief seconds. The sight of his bare and toned chest always got to her, and he knew it. But they were about to start a chocolate war and there was no room for fraternization. She swallowed the heat that tried to claw its way up from the pit of her belly, and picked up the entire bowl of chocolate frosting, grinning wickedly.
"Been there done that, and it's mine anyway. What else you got? Plead your case and maybe I'll show mercy."
"Kim, you're insane. Put that bowl down." He put his hands on his hips, trying to conjure his best leader voice, but failing miserably.
"You have one more shot," she warned as she swirled the frosting with the spatula.
"Are you sure you wanna start this? Because for one, it's going to be a bitch to clean. And two, I'm going to get you so good—"
Splat!
Kimberly had swung the chocolate-covered spatula, spraying a glob of the frosting across her boyfriend's face. He stood silent for several seconds, mouth open, as the brown goop dripped from his chin. The brunette's laugh broke through the silence. She doubled over in uncontrollable laughter.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" Tommy wiped his face with the palms of his hands and held them towards Kim. "C'mere!"
He lunged towards her, and she squealed his name, dashing to the other side of the table in an attempt to evade him. With another flick of the spatula, Tommy's hair and forehead were now covered in chocolate.
"You are so gonna get it." Tommy swiped the legs out from under the giggling pink ranger, catching her in his arms and immediately pouncing on the bowl.
"Tommy… wait!" she was laughing too hard to form a coherent sentence and before she could open her mouth again, Tommy had dunked his hand into the frosting and smeared it across his girlfriend's face.
The teens burst into fits of laughter.
"Oh, my god, Tommy. We are so going to regret this."
Chocolate frosting began to fly in all directions. The pair hurled the confection at one another, running and ducking strategically. Kim grabbed the bag of flour on a nearby counter and threw a fistful in her boyfriend's direction. Tommy hit up the container of cocoa powder and sent its contents flying across the kitchen, raining down on the brunette's head. She screeched and did the same with the bag of flour.
"Kim, you are so dead!" He launched himself toward her, catching her by the waist and bringing her down to the floor.
"Tommy, don't you dare!" she screamed between bouts of laughter as she watched him reach up and pull a carton of eggs from the counter.
"Might I remind you that you started this, beautiful? I heard this stuff is good for your hair anyway." He was straddling her abdomen. "Say I win, and you won't get a hair mask."
Kim arched a brow, rising to lean on her forearms.
"Oh, really?" The pink ranger snaked an arm around his neck, pulling him down closer. "I suddenly have an insatiable sweet tooth," she crooned into his ear. Before he could say another word, she swept her tongue from the base of his neck to just under his earlobe.
"Oh, fuck," Tommy growled as another swipe of her tongue sent a jolt straight to his groin.
Placing the egg carton on the floor, and forgetting their food war, he leaned forward and slowly licked chocolate frosting from her lips. "Delicious."
He lifted her chin up with his mouth as he trailed open mouth kisses and tongue swipes down her neck. Kim curled her fingers into his flour-dusted hair, closing her eyes and moaning softly as her lover's lips nipped and licked downward between the valley of her breasts. She had intended to seduce him, then hit him with the eggs when he was least expecting it, but every nerve ending in her body was now on fire. Her man was quite literally giving her a tongue bath, devouring her, lick by glorious lick.
Apparently, he'd won after all.
"Tommy, I need you," she breathed, pulling his face up to meet hers.
Kim's next demand was blunt and straight to the point, ripping a loud groan from his throat. Their mouths met with frantic urgency. Soiled clothing was tossed in all directions. She closed her eyes in delicious anticipation of what was to come, but only felt the heat of his body leave from on top of hers. Instantly feeling cold, her eyes snapped open. Just as she was about to protest, she bit down on her lip and grinned at the exquisite sight before her.
Tommy, naked as the day he was born, save for a gray oven mitt, was reaching inside the oven to retrieve the damn chocolate cake. Kim hadn't noticed the buzzer going off or cared as to how long it had been that way. The only thing her mind was capable of processing was the magnificent and utterly sexy form of her nude boyfriend. Her breath caught and her insides burned hot at the sight of that very impressive appendage standing at attention. His sweet little tush was perfectly toned. And she nearly squealed at the thought that this man was all hers. Every luscious part of him belonged to her. The fact that he was covered in frosting and flour only made him that much more edible.
"Let me know when you're done staring so we can get back to the good stuff," he teased.
"I'll never get tired of ogling your goods, handsome. You're too damn sexy. Now, shut up and get over here."
"God, I love you."
As he bent down to join her, she pushed him back slowly and straddled his abdomen. Tommy cursed, feeling her heat and wetness slick over his skin. He crushed his mouth to hers, drowning in the sweet taste of his girl as she drove him mad with desire.
"My turn," Kim murmured, tongue sweeping up his hard chest to the hollow of his neck. "We both win," she whispered over his lips and eased herself onto him, breath hitching as he filled her so deeply.
Their bodies became a mess of tangled limbs and passionate cries as they made love on the soiled floor of Kimberly's kitchen. The chocolate covering their skin made their coupling that much more interesting and a whole lot naughtier. At one point, Tommy had to put a hand over his girlfriend's mouth before Mrs. Henderson came knocking down the door with the whole fire brigade in tow.
"We are so damn filthy." Kim lifted her head, chin resting on her boyfriend's chest.
"We're disgusting," he laughed. "But I can't even move right now. There's no way I'm making it up the stairs to the shower."
Kim joined in on his laughter, feeling the exact same way. Sex on a slippery floor, covered in equally slick fluids—of all types—had called for extra effort and ranger strength in order to maintain control of their bodies.
"I can manage the countertop. Want some cake?"
"Kim, I've licked up so much frosting, I'm about to go into a sugar-induced coma."
An impish grin pulled at the corner of her mouth. Her man had a very gifted tongue, indeed.
"That you did." She pressed a kiss to his chin and then extricated herself from his arms. "Well, we didn't go through all of this good trouble for nothing."
It was Tommy's turn to admire his girlfriend's naked figure as she cut and served herself a piece of the infamous dessert. Had he not been so utterly spent, he'd take her upstairs and claim her once more under the soothing spray of a hot shower. Kimberly was so hauntingly beautiful to him that he could feel his heart clenching as he watched her. The white ranger couldn't believe how lucky he was to love her and have that love reciprocated just as deeply. He suddenly chuckled to himself. Damn, he had it so bad that the sheer sight of her cutting cake had him so far into his feelings.
She looked over at him with curious but amused eyes. "What's so funny, handsome? Do I have something in my hair?"
Their laughter filled the kitchen.
"No, not at all." He sat up, leaning against a bottom cabinet. Kim sat beside him, finally indulging in her dessert. "Kim, I have to talk to Kat," he said suddenly. She stopped chewing for a brief moment, then nodded.
"I know."
"I don't want this bad blood between us. We have a couple of classes together and it's been awkward as hell." He sighed. "She was a ranger, and it just doesn't feel right. But I want to make sure you're okay with that."
The brunette squeezed his thigh reassuringly. "Of course, I am, Tommy. I know she and I will never be friends like we once were, but I also need to talk to her, too… again, I mean." Tommy quirked a brow. "Oh, stop! I'm going to be civil; I promise. No raging, possessive girlfriend." She leaned over to kiss him. "As long as she understands that I'm the only one who gets to impale herself—"
"Kim," he interrupted with a laugh and a peck on her lips. "I'm still trying to forget you ever said that and in front of Ernie."
"She's probably going to hate me forever for that one, huh?"
"I love you enough for the both of us," he said, caressing her cheek lovingly. "But probably," he added with a chuckle.
"Your love is all I need." She spoon-fed him a piece of chocolate cake, chasing it with a sweet kiss. "I love you."
Tommy pulled her onto his lap, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I love you, too, beautiful. Especially since now, I know you can bake me delicious desserts."
Kim wound an arm around his neck and giggled over his lips. "We should go get cleaned up."
"Let's save a little water," he muttered hotly against her jaw while a hand squeezed the rounded cheek on her ass. "Join me."
She tipped his chin up with her finger and nipped at his lips. "We are so going to die of exhaustion mid-orgasm."
"Is there a better way to go?"
Kim shook her head and snickered, "Absolutely not."
Their mouths joined in a scorching kiss, but just as he was about to lift her into his arms, the pair froze as a familiar and completely unexpected six-chime beep broke through the moment.
They looked at each other wide-eyed and cussed in unison. Tommy hesitantly pushed on the communicator. Zordon's voice came over the device, informing the teens of a disturbance in the park at a festival that had been taking place there.
"We're going to have to dry-clean our robes after this," Tommy said, helping Kim to her feet.
"Great, not only are we filthy, but we won't be wearing underwear, either."
"Wouldn't be the first time," he smirked with a wink.
Kim swatted him playfully as she moved into a ready stance.
"Your cue, handsome."
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