A couple of quick notes. One I discovered while doing some fact checking that Hayley's name is misspelled. From this point on I'll be using the correct spelling. Also, my time of year is a little off. Cancun is on the same schedule as us, which would make this story take place in early February, (winter, not summer) however, weather-wise it makes little difference.

First lemon scene ever. Yay! I could say I'm trying to write in the Twilight tradition which is more open to that sort of thing, but the truth is I've just always wanted to do a sex scene with Billy. Enjoy!!

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Meanwhile

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The door slammed loudly behind him as Billy walked out the back entrance of the building. The cold Boston air hit him hard, but he didn't care, he found a small hollow in-between the buildings where the wind wouldn't be so intense. He had no idea why he had agreed to come to this stupid party. It was nothing but a bunch of overgrown geeks chatting about latest Linxus software. Boring.

He collapsed against the wall careful not to spill the nearly full glass of Jack Daniels he was holding and groped through his pockets finally coming up with a box of cigarettes. He pulled one out and placed it between his lips, then reached back into the pocket for his lighter. His thumb snapped against the roll bar several times but it didn't so much as spark.

"Come on," he whispered snapping the cheap lighter again to no avail.

There was a sharp click over his shoulder and a flame appeared in front of him stemming from a very large pink Zippo lighter. He lit the cigarette off the flame then leaned back against the wall. "Thanks," he said as he exhaled his first drag.

"No problem."

The lighter lid snapped closed and Billy finally got a good look at its owner. It was a tall slender woman with long red hair stood before him. She was wearing a black silky dress that was cut at a very steep angle down the middle so that it intersected her breast with just enough showing to really make them stand out. That was all he could see of the dress, however because she was bundled against the Boston weather with a huge black tweed coat.

"You're Billy Cranston aren't you?" she asked.

Billy took another drag off the cigarette before answering. "Who wants to know?"

"Billy Cranston the computer expert?"

He laughed at that. "Maybe."

He sipped from his drink, cutting his eyes over to this mysterious woman.

She smiled at him in the darkness. "Or Billy Cranston the former Blue Power Ranger?"

He nearly choked on his drink and barely avoided spitting the contents of it on her. She stood quietly while he coughed until he had his breathing under control. When he thought he could speak again he said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her smile widened ever so slightly. "Oh, I think you do."

He looked at her again, her amber hair glinting in the dim streetlight. "Who are you?"

"My name's Hayley Ziktor," she said. "We have a mutual friend, Tomas Oliver."

"Good old Tommy," Billy said dryly. "He always did talk too much. So you're Hayley."

Her smile brightened into one of pure glee reminding him of a schoolgirl. "He told you about me?"

"Just that he had a friend helping him with the Dino Rangers," Billy said. "I wasn't exactly available."

"I heard about your wife," Hayley said. "I'm sorry."

Billy just shrugged and took another sip of whiskey. "It was a long time ago."

She nodded but didn't say anything more. He was grateful for that. He really didn't want to talk about it. She seemed to sense that and changed the subject.

"I heard your talk this afternoon," she said. "You're making a lot of progress with the new imprinting codes. That's going to save a lot of time when you prefect it."

Billy shrugged again. "It's just a code," he said. "Codes are easy." Codes he could talk about. Codes were logical, predictable; they had a meaning and a clear purpose. Codes didn't snap at any random moment and commit murder in cold blood.

"Hmmm." Hayley took a step closer to him. "So why are you out here instead of at the party?"

Billy shrugged. "I could ask you the same question."

"Oh, I'm talking to you," she replied casually.

Billy laughed again and drained the last of his drink. "So what if I went inside? Would you talk to me then?"

She shrugged. "I might," she said. She took another step which put her only inches from him. "If that's what you want to do."

She moved a little closer and he caught a whiff of strawberries. He found himself wondering if that's what she'd taste like. "What if I didn't want to go back to the party?" he said. "What if I wanted to go somewhere else? Would you come talk to me then?"

Her mouth twitched a little but she didn't back away. "I could do that," she said. "Or, we don't have to talk at all, we could just…go somewhere else."

The streetlight was dim, but he was pretty sure if he looked down about now he'd see a lot more than that low cut dress revealed. He stood up a little straighter, no longer leaning on the wall.

"What did you have in mind?"

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They were making out before they got out of the elevator, and most of the way down the hall to her room. She could barely control her hands long enough to slide the card key into the door. Once inside Billy found himself being slammed against the closed door, Hayley's lips at his neck, her fingers clawing at the buttons on his shirt. She wasn't a large woman, but she was definitely one who knew what she wanted, and wasted no time in getting there.

Buttons conquered she pushed back the shirt until it fell off his shoulders and onto the floor. Her head bent over his chest, her hands ran over every inch of his skin. God they were so warm. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her against him, then moved upward until he felt the top of the zipper at the back of her dress. It slid down and he bent his head over her, devouring her white shoulder and working down to the top of the black satin bra. He ran his tongue right along that boundary line and she let out a gasp.

She reached one hand behind her and he felt the bra come loose. He hooked one finger on it, right between her breasts, intending to finish what he started, but in the same moment she stepped back, her one finger hooked in the waistline of his pants, pulling him along toward the bed.

Her legs hit the back of the bed and she stopped to kiss him and Billy felt the first rush of nerves. "I haven't done this in awhile," he said softly, surprised how much his voice was shaking. For the first time in a long time he wished he hadn't had so much to drink that night. "I didn't...I mean I don't have…"

She put a hand to his lips to stop him. "It's okay," she said. "I'll take care of it."

She smiled again and the finger on his lips moved down his chin and neck and continued on as she sat on the bed in front of him. Her deft fingers undid his pants slowly and he gasped at the relief as he his erection was released from its bindings. He looked down in time to see her slide the whole thing in her mouth and a small moan escaped at the sensation of her warm mouth around him.

He was overcome by the pleasure and he knew he was close. Some small part of his brain told he should say something, tell her to stop, but the words wouldn't come.

Hayley seemed to sense it though, and pulled back before he lost complete control. She moved back on the bed and followed her, collapsing on his back, his knees barely able to support him anymore. She climbed on top of him, positioning herself right over him.

She sank down onto him, letting him penetrate her. She shifted again and he felt himself go deeper and knew he was all the way inside her. His heart was racing but she moved slowly, letting him enjoy the sensation. Her rhythm was slow and steady at first, her breast swaying gently over him. He reached up, taking one in his hand, guiding it into his mouth. She cried out and took him harder. He could feel the wetness from her increase as she reached climax and suddenly he wanted…need to come.

He shifted his hips and rolled, landing on top of her without breaking stride. He was thrusting into her, and she was crying out in pleasure, screaming his name. His whole body tightened as his release came at last. He knew he was going to collapse and moved away, falling onto the bed beside her.

He felt the bed shift then Hailey's head was on his shoulder. She was still out of breath when she spoke, "And I always thought you were shy."

"Where'd you get that idea?"

"From Zordon's records, and Tommy."

Billy laughed again and moved his arm so he could wrap it around her, her head cuddled under his chin. "I told you, Tommy talks too much."