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When Andros and Ashley were finally alone aboard the megaship, everyone else going out for the evening, the atmosphere around them instantly became charged. A flame had been lit the second the last ranger went down the shute. They stood facing each other in the empty bridge, eyes locked. Each was drinking in the other. They were alone and would be for several hours.
It was over. He was alive. She was alive. They were together, and he was coming back to Earth with them. God, it was finally over and they were alone. Months of tension, of need, of want, exploded between them.
They moved at the same time, but Andros got to her first. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her with passion and desperation. She was there with him, running her hands up and down his back.
He pulled back for an instant. “I could have lost you,” he panted before returning his mouth to hers. The thought of that, the fear of having to say goodbye to her, made his actions forceful, demanding. And she was a more than willing recipient.
“I could have lost you,” she whispered against his lips. She shoved his jacket off, throwing it to the floor. She ran her hands up his red sleeved shirt, feeling the strong, defined muscles. “Promise me you won't ever do something so reckless and dangerous ever again.”
“I will if you do.” He tugged lightly on her hair, the way he knew she liked, and her mouth opened for him as she gave a little moan. His tongue slipped inside expertly.
“With our lives, I don’t think either of us can make a promise like that.”
“You're probably right.” He pushed her gently against the wall, pinning her there with his arms. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth as she moaned, pressing her hips against his. She could feel him, already hard and ready.
Both had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, craving it and trying to find time to finally take that step. With the stress and danger they'd been facing, they'd failed. They'd stolen moments here and there, like the night after the movies when he'd used his hands and fingers on her for the first time. And then she'd promptly returned the favor, a memory that was forever burned in his brain. Or the afternoon when they'd been training alone on the simudeck. One minute she was tackling him to the mat, then he was rolling over to pin her, his weight trapping her in place. The next thing either of them knew, his head was between her thighs and he was tasting her right there in the open where anyone could walk in. When she came on his face, her mouth open in a silent scream as her hands gripped his head like a lifeline, it was the most erotic moment of his life. Until about twenty seconds later, when she led him to a chair, pushed him down into it, then sunk to her knees in front of him. When Andros remembered the panting, moaning pile of mush she'd reduced him to, his cheeks burned a deeper red than his own suit. But he couldn't wait for it to happen again.
Yet they hadn't been together, fully together. He hadn't been inside her, taking her. Claiming her. Sometimes, it was all he could dream about. They'd gotten close one other time. It was the night after she'd been kidnapped by the psycho rangers. Andros had been beside himself with worry, fear, and anger, but hadn't shown it because Cassie already felt horrible. When Ashley was home safe on the ship, he'd gone to her room that night to assure himself that she was okay. He'd planned to ask her if she was alright, if she needed anything, if she wanted him to hold her. He'd opened the door without knocking and found her in a tiny yellow tank top and short pajama set, brushing her hair. His necklace hung around her neck. His brain stopped working and he resorted to instinct. Without any of the words he'd planned, he'd crossed the room and kissed her, desperate to show her what she meant to him. One thing had led to another and they'd ended up on the bed, Ashley pinned under him. They were lost in passion and the heat of the moment, both silently agreeing they were ready for the next step. But then Carlos and TJ had walked in and that had ended that. He cursed himself daily for not remembering to lock the door.
But here they were. Alone for the foreseeable future. No friends to interrupt. No danger to fight off.
Andros hoisted Ashley into the air, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. She rubbed against him, making him even more painfully aroused. He moved his mouth away from hers, kissing her cheeks, her chin, her jawline before finally moving to her neck. He found the spot she liked, kissing and sucklng and nipping at the area. When she moaned his name, he nearly came unglued.
“I could take you right here,” he growled against her soft skin, drinking in the smell of her perfume.
“Then do it,” she challenged him, breathless and flushed. She squeezed her legs around him to communicate her impatience. She was as desperate as he was.
He considered for a second, but then shook his head. “No. I want to be able to see every inch of you.” He kissed her again, long and hot, and then carried her down the hallway to his bedroom. Only his because it was closer.
Andros kicked the door open, then gracefully and tenderly tossed Ashley onto the bed. She laughed as she positioned herself against the pillows. He went back and shut the door, flicking the lock into place. “Won't make that mistake again,” he vowed.
“I hope not! TJ and Carlos saw way more of me than they ever should.”
Andros recalled the exact moment with a shudder, becoming a little angry at the memory. He'd immediately jumped to shield Ashley's mostly bare body with his dressed (sans his shirt) one. The idea of any man but him seeing her naked made him irrationally jealous and ready to start a fight.
He shook his head and came to her, positioning himself between her legs. She automatically opened them wider for him, watching him with anticipation. His gaze traveled up her long, slender and athletic form. She wore her gray suit, the tight pants clinging to her body. The number of times he caught himself just staring, mesmerized, by the perfect round peach of her butt inside those pants. He'd imagined it bare against his lips, under his hands. He'd pictured her bent over, him behind her and grasping it as he drove himself into her. He had to wonder if she'd be disgusted by all the dirty fantasies he'd had of her since they met. But then he looked up at her, saw her mynx of a smile and knew she'd had thoughts of her own.
He removed her shoes, throwing them to the floor. He reached for her zipper, undoing her pants. When he caught sight of her lacey yellow underwear, he couldn't stop himself. He slipped his hands inside and found her soaked. He slid one finger, then two, inside of her, and began to rub her with his thumb as he thrust his fingers. Ashley moaned and trembled, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillows. He watched, entranced, as he pushed her toward the edge, smiling in satisfaction and pride when she finished and came on his fingers. He licked them clean, which made Ashley's eyes grow even darker with lust, then got back to what he'd been doing. He yanked her pants off, then her underwear. Zhane's advice from days past came to him: when it's finally your first time, get her off at least twice because you're not gonna last nearly long enough.
Even though he ached for release, Andros laid down between her legs, pulling her closer to him.
“Andros?” she asked, her voice going high. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. “I don't think I can take-I'm so-”
He cut off her protest by driving his tongue into her sensitive core, causing her to scream with pleasure. He licked and sucked and teased until she was basically in tears, saying his name over and over again in a plea for him to finish her. He was surprised he hadn’t finished himself at the sound of such begging. With a final switch of his tongue, she exploded and cried out in release as he held her bucking hips in place.He continued to eat her through the aftershocks, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Her thighs trembled when he was done. He sat up, placing a sloppy, wet kiss to her mouth so she could see how good she tasted.
“I need you,” he growled against her neck as he stripped her jacket and shirt, leaving her in just a lacey yellow bra that matched her underwear. “Gorgeous. So gorgeous. How'd I get so lucky?” he asked as he practically ripped the bra from her body, desperate to get his hands on her large breasts. The breasts that had invaded his dreams since the first time he'd seen her in a tight shirt. The only thing left on her body was the necklace he’d given her for her birthday. She always wore it and now it rested between her breasts, marking her as his. He continued to tease her by licking and sucking and toying with her nipples, but he'd reached his end. He had to be inside her. He stood, stripping quickly so they were both naked. He positioned himself at her entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He said, planting a loving kiss to her cheek. “If it hurts, I'll stop.”
Ashley nodded and braced herself. He slid inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to the size. It was the most amazing feeling of his life and he wondered if he'd burst on the spot. He continued until he was fully inside her, the sensation of hot and tight and wet feeling like heaven. He held his hips still. “You okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her breast.
“I'm okay,” she said, clinging to him. “Make love to me.” She kissed him, deep and passionate.
He needed no other invitation. He began to move, slowly at first then with greater speed and force. He'd known no greater pleasure in his life and whispered that among other things to her as he rocked against her. He knew immediately that Zhane had been right: this would be over way sooner than he liked. With her head thrown back and breasts bouncing against her soft skin and small waist, Ashley was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. Ashley moaned and whimpered in pleasure beneath him as he moved inside her, feeling himself approach the edge. When he came inside her, with no other thought than claiming her as his, he buried his face in her neck and whispered, “My god, Ash, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said, kissing his cheek.
Unable to hold himself above her a second longer, Andros collapsed onto the bed beside her. He pulled Ashley into his arms and she rested her head against his chest, snuggling as close as possible.
A few minutes passed in silence, both of them basking in the after glow.
“I think that was definitely worth the wait,” she announced, then burst into giggles.
He looked down at her, smiling. “Sometimes I think I was waiting my entire life for you.” He pressed his lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a sweet and loving kiss.
Meanwhile, in Angel Grove, Zhane, Karone, TJ, Carlos, and Cassie sat around a table at the gang's favorite pizza spot. They'd demolished two pies and an endless amount of sodas, chatting and laughing.
TJ checked his watch. “You think it's safe to go back to the ship or are they still going at it?”
Cassie rolled her eyes. “Please. The way they were looking at each other, we'll be lucky if we can go back at all tonight. They were so obvious.”
“To everyone but them,” Carlos pointed out, going in for the final slice of pizza.
“Total eye fucking going on,” Zhane added, only for Karone to slap him in the arm.”Hey, what did I do?”
“They're in love. Don't make it sound so crude,” she said, defensively, then laughed. “I hope their love doesn't trash the place, though.”
TJ grinned. “If they did, it's a good thing Andros is on cleaning duty this week.”