Hello, Power Rangers fandom! There's a bunch of kink memes out there already, but none for Power Rangers. I have decided to start one.
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Europe was everything Fran had hoped it could be, and more.
Though she missed her "family" back in Ocean Bluff so badly it hurt, Dominic more than made up for it with the way he treated her. She, of course, had already been subjected to his charms and flirtatious nature, but that was nothing compared to how he was now that they were developing into an "actual" couple.
He'd waited patiently as she fussed over what to bring on the trip and even gave her advice on how to pack. He held her hand tightly whenever there was turbulence on the long plane ride, somehow able to sense her fear without her saying so (though, of course, she had to concede that her facial expressions may have helped more than his intuition). He eagerly discussed with her everything they wanted to do on their trip, even knowing it would take 4 or 5 lifetimes to. He would never allow her to help set up camp for the night, insisting that as she was his guest, it was only right for him to do the work for her. The times they stopped in any number of little towns along the way for rest and food, he'd always insisted on paying. And their third night out in the woods, in front of the fire, he'd kissed her, softly and gently- and for the first time in her life, Fran had found herself at a loss for words.
"Rhino got your tongue?" Dom gently teased her, and, blushing hard, she'd shoved him away and buried her face in her hands. However, she didn't object when he put his arms around her, held her close. In fact, after a while, she began to move closer to him, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms, of being loved, of belonging.
And as the hours passed, becoming days, flowing into weeks, they began to get closer and closer the more they walked, talked, saw the sights, were simply together, they became closer physically, too. They'd started out with their own tents on opposite sides of the fire at night. Then, the tents began moving closer and closer... until Dominic only pitched one of them, and Fran found herself not caring, even looking forward to this intimate closeness with him.
Especially because he seemed to naturally repel mosquitoes.
Maybe it was his Spirit or something.
At any rate, Fran woke up one morning to find Dom half wriggled out of his sleeping bag, holding her close, keeping her warm. She sighed happily, turned over and snuggled closer.
"Dom?" she whispered. He opened one eye and grinned, giving her a sleepy kiss before the two adjusted so that they were more comfortable. She didn't realize at first that his hands were wandering until they settled in the small of her back, and his soft kiss turned passionate.
"I love you, Fran," he whispered, bringing in a rush of emotions she'd never felt before- was it love? she wondered. Or something even more than that? She was so curious, wanting more... so she didn't object when he shucked off his sleeping bag the rest of the way, zipped hers open, crawled in, kissing the side of her face- and Fran found her hands fumbling for the buttons on his white pajama top, and he was undoing the drawstring on her pajama bottoms...
"Dom..." she gasped out when he tugged at her top.
"If this makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop, my sweet princess," he said, his voice a husky purr. "I wouldn't want you to be unhappy. But I want you... more than anything."
"But I AM happy," she insisted. "I just have no idea what we're doing, I mean, I've read a bunch of romance novels, but-" She was silenced when he gently pressed two fingers down on her lips.
"Let's pretend we're in our OWN romance novel. And don't worry, enjoy. Feel. Do. No matter what, though, remember to breathe."
Fran took his words to heart. Instead of fussing over every detail like she usually did- or caring that her glasses fell off, or that her hair was going to be hopelessly tangled, or that they had noplace to go and clean up afterward, or any of the other concerns such situations usually had.
She simply enjoyed, felt, did.
And when the height of pleasure had been reached, when things had calmed down, when she lay nude in his arms, feeling his deep, steady breathing, filled with love and affection... she still didn't need to worry.
Because it was simply them... together... for now and for a long time coming.
Thanx this was so cute. X3 I like that Dom repels mosquitoes XD
"Let's pretend we're in our OWN romance novel. And don't worry, enjoy. Feel. Do. No matter what, though, remember to breathe." I liked this line too XD
Though she missed her "family" back in Ocean Bluff so badly it hurt, Dominic more than made up for it with the way he treated her. She, of course, had already been subjected to his charms and flirtatious nature, but that was nothing compared to how he was now that they were developing into an "actual" couple.
He'd waited patiently as she fussed over what to bring on the trip and even gave her advice on how to pack. He held her hand tightly whenever there was turbulence on the long plane ride, somehow able to sense her fear without her saying so (though, of course, she had to concede that her facial expressions may have helped more than his intuition). He eagerly discussed with her everything they wanted to do on their trip, even knowing it would take 4 or 5 lifetimes to. He would never allow her to help set up camp for the night, insisting that as she was his guest, it was only right for him to do the work for her. The times they stopped in any number of little towns along the way for rest and food, he'd always insisted on paying. And their third night out in the woods, in front of the fire, he'd kissed her, softly and gently- and for the first time in her life, Fran had found herself at a loss for words.
"Rhino got your tongue?" Dom gently teased her, and, blushing hard, she'd shoved him away and buried her face in her hands. However, she didn't object when he put his arms around her, held her close. In fact, after a while, she began to move closer to him, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms, of being loved, of belonging.
And as the hours passed, becoming days, flowing into weeks, they began to get closer and closer the more they walked, talked, saw the sights, were simply together, they became closer physically, too. They'd started out with their own tents on opposite sides of the fire at night. Then, the tents began moving closer and closer... until Dominic only pitched one of them, and Fran found herself not caring, even looking forward to this intimate closeness with him.
Especially because he seemed to naturally repel mosquitoes.
Maybe it was his Spirit or something.
At any rate, Fran woke up one morning to find Dom half wriggled out of his sleeping bag, holding her close, keeping her warm. She sighed happily, turned over and snuggled closer.
"Dom?" she whispered. He opened one eye and grinned, giving her a sleepy kiss before the two adjusted so that they were more comfortable. She didn't realize at first that his hands were wandering until they settled in the small of her back, and his soft kiss turned passionate.
"I love you, Fran," he whispered, bringing in a rush of emotions she'd never felt before- was it love? she wondered. Or something even more than that? She was so curious, wanting more... so she didn't object when he shucked off his sleeping bag the rest of the way, zipped hers open, crawled in, kissing the side of her face- and Fran found her hands fumbling for the buttons on his white pajama top, and he was undoing the drawstring on her pajama bottoms...
"Dom..." she gasped out when he tugged at her top.
"If this makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop, my sweet princess," he said, his voice a husky purr. "I wouldn't want you to be unhappy. But I want you... more than anything."
"But I AM happy," she insisted. "I just have no idea what we're doing, I mean, I've read a bunch of romance novels, but-" She was silenced when he gently pressed two fingers down on her lips.
"Let's pretend we're in our OWN romance novel. And don't worry, enjoy. Feel. Do. No matter what, though, remember to breathe."
Fran took his words to heart. Instead of fussing over every detail like she usually did- or caring that her glasses fell off, or that her hair was going to be hopelessly tangled, or that they had noplace to go and clean up afterward, or any of the other concerns such situations usually had.
She simply enjoyed, felt, did.
And when the height of pleasure had been reached, when things had calmed down, when she lay nude in his arms, feeling his deep, steady breathing, filled with love and affection... she still didn't need to worry.
Because it was simply them... together... for now and for a long time coming.
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"Let's pretend we're in our OWN romance novel. And don't worry, enjoy. Feel. Do. No matter what, though, remember to breathe." I liked this line too XD
Thanks again anan <3
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