Underneath It All: Sky and Syd
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I was in charge…
Challenge: Touch
Timeframe: Post Boom
She ran to him and threw her arms around him tightly. She needed to know that he was really there, that he was really home. That he was safe in her arms, where she'd never let anything hurt him.
"Oh Sky," she whispered to him softly. "Oh Sky."
He blinked and looked down at the top of her golden head. He was stiff in her embrace, her arms wound tight around his midsection. He wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Syd," he said gently. "I'm fine. Everything is just fine. I'm not hurt or anything. Can you let go of me already?"
Sky glanced around the room for help from his teammates, but all of them had gone. He made a mental note to chew them out for leaving him here alone with an overly zealous, overly affectionate Sydney. She had not released him yet and didn't seem to be even considering doing so in the near future. She had buried her face in his chest and didn't want to be coaxed out of her hiding spot.
"I know you're fine, Sky," she said against his body, her musical voice muffled. "I was just so worried about you. What if I had never seen you again? Do you know how hard that would be for me?"
Could this admission possibly mean what Sky secretly dared to dream it meant? Could it be that he meant as much to the lovely Sydney Drew as she did to him? Was this a confession of adoration, of devotion, of (dare he think it) love? Suddenly knowing what he had to do, Sky wrapped his strong arms around her in return, one hand rubbing small circles on her back.
"I don't see you suffocating Jack," remarked the blue ranger casually.
"I don't care about Jack the way I care about you, Sky. You're my whole world, and I know you know it. You've been my best friend my whole life, and I can't stand to think of living without you."
"Take that, dreadlock boy," thought Sky. "Aw, come on Syd. You sure you're not just a little over emotional?"
Sydney shook her head. "I'm not over emotional, Sky. You know how I feel about you; don't deny it." She looked up at him, and it pained Sky to see her blue eyes rimmed in red.
He was tired of denying it to his mother, to his teammates, to himself. He was in love with her, and she had practically spelled it out that she returned his feelings, and Syd was right, they couldn't live without each other any longer.
There was only one thing to do, and that was to touch his lips to hers. They kissed for some time, locked in the other's arms, exploring the other, enjoying the other's touch. And when Syd pulled away from him first, there was another touch to delight in, and that was the touch of intertwined fingers as the two strode through the halls of SPD.