I'm tired, it's twelve in the morning, and she wants me to chase her?
Mesogog, for once, didn't chase her. He just watched over Elsa's shoulder to see the Rangers undergo their demise, but as he paced around her, displeasure was evident in his voice. "Elsa. The other rangers have survived their nightmares. I suggest Red Ranger... Doesn't," As much as he'd love to sit around, he wanted to be like Amelia somehow and risk sleep if it meant completing his goals.
Watching her spend nights wide awake with the motivation driving her, it was almost inspiring and made him want to do the same. Seeing as he can't sleep right now, he figured it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Not worry, Master. I can assure you he is in for very... Long sleep," He watched the goth move her attention between him and the screen and could see confidence pour off of her, but he knew, by comparing hers to Amelia's confidence, it was like night and day.
"Good. Now I am going to tend to Amelia... While I'm away, there had better be some good results," With that, he turned, headed out of the room, and wandered down the halls. The Power Rangers are the only ones plaguing my mind, now that Solar is gone. And now that I have my Sweet, here, in my Fortress... I do not need to worry about anyone taking her from me again. Pondered the possessive, addicted Beast as he left the Throne Room, strode down the halls, and stood by his bedchamber.
When the double doors slid open, he saw his woman nuzzling her face into the blanket and groaning irritably. However, she sat up to look at him with the cutest bedhead and pout he's seen on her yet. She wore a baggy T-shirt and some shorts, with her legs crisscrossed and her hands in her lap. She... Is cute. He felt his dark heart flutter at the messy redhead who gave him a sleepy, annoyed stare. The slack of his jaw was proof of how amused he was, especially when he let a few dark chuckles escape.
"Meso... Get in bed this instant! Chop-chop!" To add to the humor, he held back a laugh when he saw her clap her hands and glare daggers at him.
"And who do you think you are, to tell me what to do?" He wanted to be dominant, to prove who's in charge, by lifting his chin and putting his claws against his back. She never ceases to amuse me.~ Funnily enough, she copied him and lifted her chin with her hands gripped onto her hips.
"Since the day you claimed me as your Lady.~ Besides! I'm looking out for you! I can't have my man be super sleepy and cranky, it'll render you useless. Without enough sleep you won't function properly!" Still, despite her very good reason, he didn't budge.
He was too focused on the fact that she cared about his functionality and wanted to help. Nonetheless, he shook his head and turned on his heel. "Then make me," He challenged with his version of a smirk and left the room in long strides. Yes... Show me what you'd do if I refuse- my Sweet.~ He wanted to chuckle at the thought of her trying to tug on his limbs back to the bedroom and see her struggle in the process. Imagining her jumping onto his back to try and deter him, not considering the new amount of strength she gave him, made him chuckle again. It was about as amusing as seeing someone trying to push a stubborn donkey along after they sat down and was failing miserably.
"Beasty! Get back here!" There it was, Amelia's Motherly tone she seemed to use whenever he was defiant.
Nonetheless, he continued back toward the Throne Room and was about to step in when he saw Elsa fume at the loss. Watching her gradually move her eyes around to see if he was there and closing the laptop as quietly as possible, only irked him.
She failed. She failed! All she does is fail! If it didn't cause any issues with our world's future, I'd have Amelia take her place and plot against the Power Rangers! Now he was livid. The crankiness may have been the issue, but Elsa's constant losses and lack of positive results was a trigger to his fury. He couldn't take it much longer.
Once she turned around, the doors to his Throne Room had already shut and he was going to tear something in half by how much he flicked his claw. With both arms folded, he hoped Amelia wouldn't show up to ruin his chance to punish his General.
"Let me guess. You're not pleased that the Rangers weren't destroyed in their dreams?" Fear riddled her face as he looked away to stare at his claws lifted claws.
"No," When he curled his fingers and looked back at her, he continued. "Now, welcome to your nightmare," With open arms and walking toward her, both claws held her still by her shoulders when he leaned close to her head.
However, he heard the doors slide open, and what came next surprised them both. A green beam shot across the room and hit him. He felt every nerve in his body numb and his legs give out, simultaneously landing on his stomach.
"Tsk- tsk- tsk!" Amelia clicked her tongue as he heard her bare feet pat across the floor and close to his head. From his angle, he was barely able to see her thighs, but when she crouched to his level with the biggest grin on her face he growled. "Now. What have I told you, about touching Elsa?" She leaned her head closer to his line of sight so he could see her closed eyes and toothy smile. "Let's see! Should I snip your claws now? Or keep you paralyzed and drag you to bed? Elsa, what do you think I should do?" When he saw her blue eyes move to the goth near him, he growled irritably.
"You will pay for this, Amelia!" Fury burned in his eyes when she returned her attention to him, but as usual, he didn't faze her in the least.
"You can do that... After, I punish you for misbehaving!~ I warned you a few times, you listened of course, but this one time you slipped up. You're my Beasty and I'm yours," She giggled and petted between his red brows, which eased a little bit of his stress. "Hmm..." He heard her hum and watched her pucker her lips, until she snapped her fingers when an idea came. "Ah! I know! I'll forgive you, if you can say I love you, to me! Then I'll just drag you to bed and let the paralysis wear off! Hopefully by then, it will be enough of a push to get you to sleep.~" She was dangerous. Using the information she has against him, to make him do as she wants, sort of tugged on his dark heartstrings and strangely turned him on.
She's enjoying this a bit too much. Why does she want me to say such a thing? Those words are meaningless! As he pondered, he recalled the times when she said it to him and it always made his chest flutter. His confidence would pour off of him like a volcano when he heard her say those three words, especially in the dream he had that he was still able to remember.
"Weeeell, if Elsa isn't going to help me decide and you're not going to say it, then I'll just have to do both! Snip your claws and drag you away to our-" Before she could finish, petting him came to a halt and her eyes lit up from his response.
"I... Love..." He began and struggled to push out the words. As embarrassing as it was, he still wanted to be free and wanted his claws in tact. "You," Through annoyed growls, his golden gaze refused to look at her, but when he fought against his pride for a moment and met her blue hues, he was stunned.
The look on her face, the couple of tears that strayed, and how frozen she was, proved that he moved her somehow. How and why, does that effect people? He had to close his eyes when she leaned toward his face and felt her warm lips on his nose bridge. I should say it more often, if it means getting more kisses like this. A brief thought crossed his mind. It felt soothing, reassuring, comforting, to feel her warmth and love.
"Thank you... Beasty. I love you too. Now, let's head to bed. No more late nights for you. It makes you cranky and you don't think straight," When he saw her stand and her bare feet close to his head, he watched her walk around him to reach his legs. "Angel, can you help me please? I know you're in here!" By the sound of her voice, she was emotionally moved, if the wobble was anything to go by.
It wasn't long until he saw the ground move further from his face and felt his weight dangle over A.O.D's shoulder. The look on Elsa's face was that of pure shock as he watched the distance between them grow. But when he saw Amelia's expression after she moved behind Angel and stared up at him, his chest fluttered once more. Sweetness, adoration, love, reflected in those blue eyes. Her hands only added to his slight daze when he felt the warmth on his face. "Come on, let's go to bed," Almost motherly, she cooed softly and with that, they left.
What is wrong with me? Is this love? Or is this pure attraction? Now Mesogog was confused. As they wandered the halls and headed toward the bedroom, his eyes were trained on her side as the redhead walked beside A.O.D.
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With Amelia on his arm, she was smiling up a storm and was remembering last night. How he kept growling at her while he was laying on his stomach, staring at her, and her doing the same to him. His growls had stopped the longer she returned the stare and eventually she had used her fingers to softly pet his forehead. She can still recall how his eyes fluttered closed and sighed in defeat, and he fell asleep when she snuggled close to his side. But. making him say those three magical words was astonishing and relieving. They kept repeating in her head over and over, as if it were a record on repeat.
He's a big meanie to everyone else but I know how he ticks.~ He's a softie under all of that thick hide, people just don't know how to act around him is all. He's a big baby who needs affection and scolded everyone once in a while, but besides that- he's my Beasty. My prehistoric, Titan who stands at six feet and two inches! Her happy giggles and the nuzzling of her cheek against his bicep, proved she was on cloud 9.
The moment they stepped into the Throne Room, a nasty smell filled her nose that almost resembled vomit, but she ignored it nonetheless, and stayed quiet.
"Whatever it is you're concocting, it smells... Putrid," She heard it, delight in his tone as she continued to cling to his arm and watch him lean close to the station to view the chemicals at work.
"Yes. Very putrid. Nasty! Like someone's fart.~" Amelia couldn't help herself. She used a hand to muffle her giggles, just to earn a faint airy laugh from Elsa next to her.
"It's certainly not gas... And if you think it smells bad, wait until you see what it does," The goth smirked at Amelia and Mesogog, to which the redhead laughed again.
"Oh- I know where this is going.~" Quietly to herself, Dr. Ray spoke, and switched to her man's other arm when he moved around to Elsa's other side. She was quick to move her fingers to his claws and grasped his hand gently, but was a bit surprised when he did the same.
He didn't spare her a glance as he looked at the goth. "And exactly, how will this new plan of yours bring down the Rangers?" The way he moved his head about, it was difficult not to smile like an idiot, especially when she felt one of is claws begin to caress one of her fingers.
"Haven't you heard of the saying?" Began the goth, as she lifted a pen. "The pen is mightier than the sword," As Elsa spoke, so did Amelia, for the redhead said the same thing in sync with her since she knew the line very well and it made the goth lift a curious brow.
Nonetheless, Mesogog picked it up and examined it. There was a satisfied exhale from her man, before he and Elsa both looked at the redhead curiously. "It's strange... How you knew, what she was going to say. But then again, I should not be surprised," Back to Elsa, she watched his attention move back to her and give her the pen. "Go, then. I want to see your plan in action," With that, he turned, much to Amelia's distaste since she had to let go of his hand.
When Elsa left, Amelia quickly nuzzled against his chest and sighed in relief. "My Beasty.~ Such a cold stud, but a big cuddly Teddy who just wants affection and be understood.~ I'm so happy I can finally be with you.~" Feeling the material from his jacket and the shirt underneath, was nice, but when she felt his claws rake through her red curls on top of her head it made it more enjoyable.
"A stud, eh? Hmm. Tell me... A while back, I overheard you mention all the things you loved about me, but you didn't want to describe what you loved about my voice. As I quote, 'Don't get me started on his voice'. What about my voice, is it, that flusters you?~" She didn't need to look up to know he had a smug look on his face. Heat rose to her cheeks when she remembered that she said something about his voice on the recordings and spoke to Stevie a while back about it.
He heard me?! He heard that part, too? As stiff as a board, Amelia refused to move, however, her man had other plans. She was forced to look at him when his hands squished her cheeks and made her step back an inch.
"Tell me. Now, I have to know. If my voice effects you this badly," The famous, lengthy exhale after he spoke and the slack of his jaw, told her he was beyond amused right now and it worsened her flustered heartbeat.
"Uh... Um. I- uh, well..." It was even more embarrassing to feel her cheeks squish in his palms and that she wasn't permitted to look away. However, the moment he inched close and touched her nose with his, it was difficult to contain herself. "Y- Your squishing my cheeks. I look like a puffed up chipmunk now," As soon as she said that, albeit muffled since it was hard to speak, he wheezed a tiny bit and released her face.
"A cute one," Around her to her backside, she stiffened again when he brought his maw close to her ear. "Tell me," His whisper was enough to make her heart race and face turn ten shades of red, but she knew she had no choice or he wasn't going to leave her alone about it.
"Y- Your voice. It's... It's like a cold... Refreshing drink on a hot summer day, to me. It's... S- Soothing to hear and... And uh," She couldn't take it, for she gulped and looked away from him to hide her tomato colored face.
"So, my voice is like a cold, refreshing drink to you? Refreshing drinks are known to satisfy and make a person feel nice. And, since you're a heater, I can understand why you would say... 'On a hot summer day'," She heard him whisper huskily into her ear, before she felt him move around her and walk away with his arms behind his back. "To me... It is the opposite. Like in a cold winter, your voice is a warm drink. So, it appears we are perfect for one another. A Sweet, warm drink when I... Am cold," Her eyes widened at his words, so when she looked at his backside she stared for the longest time and noticed how delighted he seemed.
All of a sudden, she saw him pant, grip his hand and lean over. "No..." He was quick to open an invisiportal and leave the Fortress, which left the redhead to herself. It hurt to see him in pain and being forced to undergo those changes, but she knew the time was coming to give him the potion and so she tried her best to think about other things.
"My Beasty... Feels that way about my voice?" There went her smile. It broadened when she squealed and stomped excitedly in place. The mere thought of her warming his cold demeanor not only increased her confidence but also reassured her. "I never thought I'd ever be able to tell him... B- But, I did! Of course, he had to force it out of me... How did he remember that?" With both palms on her cheeks, she sprinted out of the Throne Room and headed toward the main lab. Working on my project should help keep my mind off of the separation, for a bit. A brief thought crossed her mind, as pain made her heart clench, for she did her best to occupy her thoughts with Mesogog's words.
She spent a long time in the main lab, experimenting with the Siren's and Broodwing's DNA. With an occasional peek at the separation serum she made, however, she had to quickly shove it back into its compartment and close it when she heard the doors open.
"Elsa is useless! Once again, her plan failed! The pen is mightier than the sword... How foolish I was to believe such a-" When he paused in front of her, she saw him stare at her curiously as though an idea occurred, and leaned close to her face with both hands on her shoulders. "Why don't you give it a try? Forget the storyline, I want to see your plans unfold against the Power Rangers! You plucked a thorn out of my side and I want you to to take out another," She could tell that his patience was thin and his faith in Elsa was failing.
Oh, no! Wait... Wait! There's a way around this! From a momentary panic, her surprised face formed a delighted one when she smiled and poked his chin. "Alrighty! I already have a plan to do so, anyway! But I have to wait for the right moment, for my plan to begin! It involves chemicals! That's the only hint I'm giving you.~" When she recalled the separation potion she made, it was indeed, a plan. She planned to take him away from this world, to pluck the thorn from his side and give him another chance at life. A harmless method she knew would still keep the storyline afloat and still have the opportunity to keep her man.
"Good. I will be waiting, then. Because, I know... Your plans never fail," She saw it for a moment, his eyes rolled when he sighed in contentment. However, she gasped when he hugged her tightly and pressed his chin on top of her head.
"My plan... Will also ensure, that dinosaurs will come back. It'll be a tight spot when my plan unfolds, but don't worry... I have everything figured out," Softly into his chest, she soothingly spoke. Yes. My prehistoric army is living proof that I brought dinosaurs back to Earth. But... I left them back at Solar's Facility, because I plan to go back there with him and reconstruct the place into our very home. The island is large and perfect enough for them. We could rule over the entire island and have our own Kingdom of dinosaurs.~ He gets to have his dream fulfilled and I get to have all of my babies in one place! Yes, even Mesogog is my baby.~ My muscular, prehistoric Titan who's a big baby and needs a lot of love.~ She couldn't stop smiling after that, for she thought about all of the futuristic things she could show and teach him in her world. Besides. My world is almost coming to ruin anyway. So, what better opportunity is there for a prehistoric takeover? Sighing happily into his chest, she listened to his heartbeat and the soothing sound of his low, satisfied grumble.