I do not own Power Rangers: Jungle Fury.
I do not own a pool table. More's the pity.
Mastering The Game
". . . you've never played?!"
"Nope. Never."
Apparently there was no time to spare.
Their grand and wolfish and fun-loving leader R.J. had just recently added a pool table to the loft.
Frances Faye Fugleman had never played.
And Dominic Marcus Hargan . . .
"Come on, let's go."
. . . was taking it on himself to immediately remedy that grievous . . .
"But . . . Dom . . . the mozzarella . . ."
. . . oversight.
"Nope. No time. Come on."
"Break the balls? Why would I want to break the balls?"
Fran watched on in bewilderment as Dominic's handsome face . . .
"Heh heh . . ."
. . . broke into amusement.
". . . um, no, I mean, hit the cue ball, the white one with your cue, your stick."
And Fran tried to hold the long stick the way Dom had showed her.
Well, I never lied and said I was a sports girl.
"No, wait, hang on . . ."
". . . good!"
She thought she was getting the hang of it.
Well, really, . . .
"Thank you."
. . . mostly it was Dom.
"What's your next choice?"
You.
"Ummm, the red one?"
"No, you're stripes, remember?"
"Oh. Uh, yeah."
Truly, it was getting a little harder to think.
She was angled over the table, stretched out.
With Dom's lithe and muscular frame . . .
"So, which object ball?"
"Uhhh, the green striped one there?"
"Okay."
. . . practically molded to hers.
"Ready?"
Uhh-huh.
Body warm.
"Okay, draw back . . ."
Uh-huh.
And strong.
". . . keep your cue aimed . . ."
I thought that was your job.
Ahem.
His arms enveloping her.
Breath warm near her ear.
". . . and . . . hey, you got it!"
"Hey, I did it!"
"Yeah, I told you you could, Fran!"
And she turned, exhilarated that she could do something she never thought she could do.
And Dom, eyes alight, small, even teeth showing through his open smile, face a picture of joy right along with her.
Just as he had always done from J.K. Pizza to Paris, France . . .
"Thank you, Dom! You always believe in me!"
. . . Dominic had showed her she could do anything.
"Of course I do, Fran! You're amazing!"
And in her glee, she stepped back from the hug she had flung herself into and he had returned back without reservation . . .
"You're amazing, Dom!"
. . . and kissed him.
Right on the lips.
Mmm, lips.
Usually it was him who initiated kisses.
Little pecks here and there, sweet, gentle.
Maybe a little more but definitely never crossing her boundaries or pushing too hard.
She rarely kissed first, feeling just too shy and awkward to have the guts to do so.
But the eight ball potted like a pro (whose boyfriend had been holding her hands and arms just so otherwise it would have never been possible), Frances Faye Fugleman was full of newfound confidence and brazen joy.
And she kissed him.
Just once.
Right on the pleasantly surprised lips.
Felt him kiss back.
Drew back.
Saw his open smile all for her, those ocean blue eyes . . .
Dominic.
. . . and went right ahead and kissed him again.
And again.
And again.
Dominic . . .
Until he lifted her up and set her on the edge of the velvet rail of the pool table.
Put his hands in her hair.
"Dom . . ."
And kept right on kissing her.
Just like she was kissing . . .
I think I love pool.
. . . him.
So caught up with smoochily celebrating Fran's first and only successful game of pool, neither of billards student or her mentor noticed an only slightly embarrassed Lily reversing back out of the door behind them.
Oh. Okay. Well . . .
To rescue the abandoned ball of cheese.
. . . I'll just do it myself then.
And give the two flushed lovebirds a little time.
That's what friends are for sometimes.
Before the beginning of the next shift.
Nothing like a game of pool to bring people together.
;)
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