I do not own Power Rangers: Jungle Fury.

I have not written anything quite like this before.

Francis Faye Fugleman Finds Her Voice

And All


And Dominic starts again.

Placing warm, gentle hands on either side of her face, cradling it.

Kissing her mouth.

Soft and slow and silky.

Melting her down again, making her bones liquid.

Staying there, there with his mouth and her mouth and she's just as pliable as pizza dough although that's probably not a very attractive analogy -

And he's leaving her mouth, trailing down her neck, her throat-

Her hands follow him, they don't know what else to do-

And he kisses his way across her breasts, down her belly-

Oh my gosh, he's really gonna do it, oh my mozzarella-

And lifting her legs again, kissing her knees, her thighs, kissing up to-

And she can't move, she cannot breathe, she cannot make a sound and isn't she supposed to be screaming his name or something-

But she can't, she's frozen solid on outside, liquid waves flooding warmth all over her insides again-

Because Dom's head is between her legs and his tongue is magic and he's doing something with his fingers and she's never felt this before and it's all too much, it's completely overwhelming but she doesn't want him to stop because it's beyond anything she could ever possibly have imagined feeling-

And she's gasping for air, arching into his mouth, down, and then back up into his mouth again-

Her legs clenched around his head, if he suffocates doing this or she crushes his skull with her thighs she'll never live it down, what would she tell the guys at Jungle Karma Pizza-

But she can't let go, she can't stop, she's got his head in her hands, fingers pressing against his scalp and she is exploding with pleasure even more than she was with his fingers rubbing her on top of her cotton panties and-

And she doesn't know how long they've been there, it could be hours and her writhing and-

And suddenly he's gone, his lips and tongue are gone from down there-

Because he's kissing his way back up her again and she's gasping for breath and his fingers are still going-

Yes yes yes-

And he's there again, above her, one arm, one hand bracing on one side of her and she can still feel his other hand, those dexterous fingers and there's that thing again, and he's pushing in, pushing, and-

It still hurts, it does, but-

"Is that better?"

"Y-yes . . ."

And does feel better and he's moving back but then forward again and she's feeling it again but it's not so bad and-

"Is this still what you want, Fran?"

"Yes."

And then he braces with both arms, leans down, kisses her-

And he moves back, forward, once and again, slow and steady-

Until-

He's all the way in, at least she thinks he's all the way in, and she's full, she's so full, just how huge is his pepperoni -

And his eyes are slipping closed, rolling back in his head just before and he groans and clenches that perfect jaw, his face has pure pleasure on it and this sends another surge through her and she gasps-

And his eyes open, find her, she knows he's looking to see if she's in pain again, she smiles stupidly, she knows, who smiles like a goof during sex-

And he grins back, keeping his eyes open and on her this time, and why is that necklace and his neck so sexy-

And her arms are around him and he's moving faster now and she's moving with him, and it does hurt but not as much as she bets it could, it seems like there's, well, less friction or more slippery or something-

And she doesn't know how long it lasts, how long they keep moving together but-

Suddenly he falters in his rhythm, his eyes slip closed again, he's slowing to halt, barely moving at all now and-

And his face is indescribable, it's fascinating, she can't take her eyes off his face, and the low, rough sounds coming from his throat-

And he sinks down, face going out of sight, pressing into her shoulder and all his weight's on her but it feels good and-

Fran's left staring at the ceiling with her arms and legs wrapped around Dominic Hargan and she's sort of in a state of shock at what they've just done, what she decided to do tonight-

And now he's very still, except he's breathing hard and deep and shaking and she realizes she's breathing with him and-

She realizes she's sweaty, he's sweaty, they're sweaty together, is that gross, but it doesn't feel it, it feels right and satisfying and-

And she's not a virgin anymore and it was incredible, well, most of it was incredible and-

He moves, Dom does, moves in her arms-

Lifting up, looking into her eyes, and his expression is hazy, like he's trying to come back from something-

And she realizes that she's not as full as she was down there-

"Are you okay? Did it hurt too much?"

And Frannie smiles.

"Yes. I mean, no-"

And even as she begins to stammer, he smiles.

And she, naked and sex sweaty and still pressed to the man she just did all those things with and no one's ever seen her like that before, she's never been like that before, she regroups.

"Yes. I'm okay."

Or tries to anyway.

"No, it didn't hurt too much."

And he nuzzles her nose lightly with his own, kisses her mouth, light and sweet.

"Good."

And shifts . . .

There he goes.

. . . himself off of her.

She feels his weight go, she feels the lessened fullness go completely.

Her very private insides feel empty, a yawning chasm now, relieved and empty, though she can still feel him there somehow and the movements they made together, she suddenly wonders if she'll be sore in the morning from all the, uh, exercise-

Sex.

It's called sex and you did it, you finally did it and it was amazing-

And he's laying on his back, one arm is up and he is looking at her, he's still looking at her as she turns on her side toward him.

And she can't help herself and it was a lot and she really doesn't know very much about that and boys at all-

But she bursts into nervous, relieved, overstimulated giggles, actual giggles, how embarrassing, but she can't help it, she can't stop, she has to ride them out, bury her face in her arms and-

And when she calms down and looks up-

Stop it, Dom, no, don't-

He's still looking at her. Looking at her and smiling, eyes and mouth fond and soft and she knows-

"I'm-"

No apologies.

"-not sure why I did that."

He shrugs and she knows it was the stress, the overstimulation, the overwhelmedness of being that exposed and vulnerable for the first time in her life ever and-

And even though she knows why and didn't need to question why, she also understands she's on baby steps and stubbornly decides to skip the part where she apologizes and get all embarrassed and awkward, Dom's given her the perfect out by shrugging and she's going to take that gift and move forward and overanalyze later because it's her and she must but she sure isn't going to allow herself to do it now-

And she moves right now to another topic of conversation-

"Are you though? Okay? I mean, did it hurt you?"

That's really connected to all the rest of it anyway.

Dominic grins, a lopsided guy grin she won't fully understand unless he tells her-

"I'll be alright. It was incredible, Fran. You were incredible."

And she blushes.

"Me? I didn't do anything. I didn't even know what to do."

And he grins, he's always grinning or smiling around her unless he's not and-

"You did a lot. You were amazing, Fran."

And she doesn't know what to say and 'thank you' sounds so weird and stupid in this moment-

And she allows herself the freedom to not speak, to just sit in the moment, as unnatural as it is for her, allows herself to just lay there and smile at him.

And he . . .

"I love you, Fran."

"I love you, Dom."

. . . smiles back.


They eventually get up, clean up.

She doesn't know if she should change the bed.

Decides she's too wiped out to care.

"Can you stay? Or do you have to go?"

"I can stay."

And sooner rather than later they fall asleep . . .

"I love you, Dominic."

"I love you, Fran."

. . . satiated.

And together.


She's still Frannie Faye Fugleman, she's still her.

"So, what kind of pizza should we get this time?"

The knee jerk response rises to her mind, prepares itself behind closed lips.

Oh, whatever kind you want. I'm easy.

"Korean Blueberries. With ranch sauce."

And Lily's shock is palpable.

"Oooh, look at you, all assertive and confident."

And she grins.

She has no idea.

"Yep, that's me. Assertive, confident Fran."

Absolutely no idea at a-

"Wait, did something happen with Dominic? Tell me! Tell me everything!"

Well, maybe a little changed.

"Oh, um . . ."

I absolutely can not-

But still . . .

"I don't . . . um . . . I can't . . ."

. . . her.


And that's that.

I think.

Pretty sure.

Anyway, never written to this level before so . . .

Bye! :D