Of Anime, Poetry and Falling in Love: Mack and Rose
Disclaimer: I have a red Time Force action figure and a Time Force morpher, but that's it.
Challenge: Game
Timeframe: Post At All Cost
Summary: He has his games, and so does she.
Once Ronny, Will and Dax went off to see if Ronny could handle losing some other game, Rose flopped down onto one of the couches. She sighed contentedly at being alone with her red ranger.
Mack, however, was not going to allow her to lounge around. "Come on Rose, play a game of foosball with me," he pleaded, still looking excited at the fact that he'd finally won the game of foosball with Ronny. "It'll be fun, and I promise I'll go easy on you."
Rose hated to tell him no, but she did. "Not right now, Mack. I'm not in a fun and games type of mood."
"You never are," he retorted. "Come on Rosie. Please?"
And Rose knew glancing up was a mistake on her part because she knew herself, and therefore she knew she had a soft spot when it came to Mack. She wasn't going to be able to resist him much longer, and sure enough when she took one look into Mack's eager bright blue eyes she felt her resolve vanish. "Oh all right," Rose agreed, and Mack bounded over to her and yanked her up from her seat.
"You know how to play, right?" he asked, his tone a little smug.
"Of course I do."
"Good. I'll still go easy on you Rose because you're so highly boring I'd wager you almost never play."
He was only teasing, and Rose was aware of this, but she let out an indignant squawk and struck a silly pose, hands on her hips in mock insult. "You're going down, Mack," she declared.
"Bring it on."
And they started the game, eyes locked on the table. Every so often one of them would glance up for a split second and look at the other, but then they went right back to the game.
Then rose let Mack score. "Ha ha!" he yelled triumphantly.
"That wasn't fair," protested Rose. "My gear was stuck."
"Was it?" Mack released hold of his own gears and went to her side. He covered her hands with his much larger ones and tested them. "These aren't stuck, Rose. I think you're just feeling a little bit threatened by me."
But Rose, who had already devised her uncharacteristic plan and didn't want to chicken out now, turned to look up at him, a sly little smile on her face. The pink ranger stood on her tiptoes and kissed him very softly.
"What was that for?"
"You have your games and I have mine."
A/N: Well…I'm not too pleased with Rose's character in this. She was being mean to me when I was writing this, and so she's not exactly right. But it's cute, right? Drop me a line, even if you yell at me for Rose being OOC.
Happy birthday Hazel.