Shock
Chapter Three: Revenge
AN: Well…wow…thanks for all the lovely reviews! I hope you all continue to enjoy it
DEDICATION: To all of my reviewers…thanks it really means a lot
That you guys enjoy this story so much.
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Bridge pulled away from Z as soon as he heard the doors slide shut. He shot a quick glance to the door to confirm that Sky had left.
"Bridge?" There was a slight breathiness to Z's voice that caused her alto voice to become huskier and Bridge had to restrain himself from kissing her again. He had the feeling if that happened, he and Z wouldn't be leaving the couch anytime soon.
"Do you think he went after Syd?"
Annoyance flared briefly in Z's eyes. Only Bridge would kiss her senseless and then want to have a conversation, but seeing as she too was interested in the Red and Pink Ranger's interactions she said: "Well after the details Syd gave me I'm surprised she hasn't gone after him."
Bridge gave her a look. "What details?" He tried to sound casual, but didn't quite pull it off.
Bingo… Z thought smugly.
"Oh, you know…girl stuff. You know she did walk in on him getting dressed.""Yeah I heard. It's the only thing that's been on Sky's mind for the past two weeks."
"What!" Z nearly pounced on him. "Did he tell you this?"
Bridge raised his eyebrows. "You know Sky just as well as I do. Of course he didn't."
A resounding duh echoed in Z's brain. She did know Sky as well as the rest of them. He wouldn't have said anything to Bridge. But he would have thought about it.
"He was broadcasting?"
"So loud I thought he was actually talking at one point and I asked him what he said."
"Details. Now."
"No way. You first."
"Are you serious?" Z decided she would happily risk becoming a containment card if it meant she could murder Bridge.
"Yep. I asked you for details first."
A slow grin spread across her face as an idea popped in her head. Bridge scooted backwards on the couch.
"Z?"
"Details you say?"
"Um…yeah?"
Oh was he going to get what he deserved.
"Well...apparantly Sky Tate is a magnificent specimen of man. In every way it counts. Our Syd is quite the adjective lover. She described how his stomach was a perfect six pack. How the water ran down his body. The size of his…feet. How muscular his arms were and how she imagined them encircling her." Z sighed dreamily. She looked at Bridge and couldn't help it: she burst out laughing.
"I suppose I deserved that…" he grumbled.
"You did." Z said. "Now pick up where you left off before you started talking about Sky and Syd and maybe I'll forgive you." If he had any doubts as to what she was alluding to, her smile cleared it up.
Who ever said Bridge Carson was a slow learner?
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Okay well I decided to end it there because I wanted Sky and Syd to have their own special moment. And I've recently gotten into Bridge and Z which is part of the reason I didn't end the story here like I originally planned. Anyways I will be back shortly with major Sky Syd yumminess…but for me the pleasure lies in writing about Chris Violette's hotness…and imagining that I know what lies beneath those well fitted clothes…Don't get me wrong… I respect the guy as an actor. But sometimes a girl just feels like appreciating. And this story really is just meant for fun. I DO think that Chris, Alycia, Monica and Matt are more than just pretty faces. Ditto with the characters they portray. And despite the sex there is a lot of sincere love here as I am a hopeless romantic sap.
There's your disclaimer