RPM fanfiction part 5
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drownedinlight So, yeah: WARNING MILD SEXYTiEMS TAKE PLACE IN THIS TOWARD THE BOTTOM. IT IS PRETTY APPARENT WHEN THEY START, BUT EVEN THEN, I WOULD RECOMMEND YOU READ THE VERY LAST SENTENCE, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE SEXYTiEMS, SO THAT YOU WILL GET THE HUMOR IN PART 5
When the rangers arrived at the tower, they did not know quite what to expect. It certainly wasn’t Colonel Truman staring them down them down with an angry dad face, like someone had just broken something and he was trying to squeeze out of them which one it had been. All of them, save Dillon and Scott, shifted from foot to foot under the intense glare. Scott had been victim of this glare many times in his childhood, and thus felt slightly immune to it, while Dillon kept clenched fists as he looked through the Colonel, probably imagining something else.
“Now,” the colonel said, pushing his index finger roughly into his desk. “I am only going to ask this once; what did you do to make the attack bot leave? And for that matter, why didn’t you fight it when its back was turned?” Ziggy felt himself being nudged forward, and kicked in the leg, and so he spoke up first,
“Well, um, we…I just kind of talked her out of fighting today. And I guess we just didn’t think about it and your call kind of interrupted us,” he said, stumbling over a few of his words, and falling silent after his brief explanation, his eyes dropping to the ground.
“Dad, it’s no big thing, okay?” Scott said. “I mean, Tenaya is gone, the city’s safe, that’s what you’re always pushing us to just do.” Colonel Truman turned his glare onto his son, and Scott blinked and looked away for a minute. “I mean, it doesn’t really matter right?”
“I find it odd, son, that you would suddenly change your position on fighting and completely eradicating the machines. Now tell me what was said down there, or so help me God…” The Colonel appeared to be a little flush as he made this statement, but Scott looked his father dead in the eye as he said,
“You don’t need to know, and it doesn’t matter anyway, Dad, so just let it rest, okay?”
“No, not okay!” Colonel Truman exclaimed. “Scott, I can feel my blood pressure rising, so if you don’t want to me to have a heart attack or a stroke, which is very possible for a man of my age and position, I suggest you, or one of you tells me what exactly was said to that attack bot to make it leave.” The rangers held in position, not saying a word as the colonel just turned redder, staring them down. The pressure broke as Scott gushed forward,
“Ziggy told Tenaya that Dillon’s losing his virginity tonight, so she laughed and left!” The words came out as a jumble that took the whole room a moment to interpret, but when it did, the Colonel sank back in his chair, his hand quickly covering his face. “Dad… I just…” Scott stopped speaking as laughter bubbled out of his father.
“Oh my God, are you serious?” he asked. “He’s a virgin.”
“Hypothetically and amnesically speaking,” Ziggy asked, only seeming to make the Colonel laugh harder.
“Ziggy, if you keep talking, I’m taking your eyes out with a spork before I kill you and Scott,” Dillon muttered.
“All right, I never thought I would say this, but I agree with the machine. Just go,” the Colonel said still snorting. Ziggy dashed out of the command room, and after the look Dillon gave him, Scott was not far behind the green ranger.
Dillon sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Ziggy and Scott had not been seen since the tower, which he was somewhat grateful for as there could be no more mess ups or hints at what he planned for tonight (also, thankfully, Dr. K had no idea and Gem, Gemma and Flynn were too scared to say anything). He panted down the dark wash jeans he and Ziggy had compromised on, and straightened out his off-white shirt, and black suit jacket.
“Maybe I should say I’m sorry when he finally comes around,” Dillon muttered, running his fingers through his hair again. After all Ziggy had helped him a lot with this whole night, and well, he had been a little harsh, and he knew Ziggy said some stuff sometimes, and Dillon still did get to go on his date. “Scott however, deserves to die.”
Making sure he had his morpher in his pocket, Dillon trotted down the steps and saw Summer waiting on a bar stool talking to Gemma. “Hey did I keep you waiting?” he asked.
“Nope, I just got done,” she said. She wore a simple white dress that went down to her knees with brown boots and had her hair done up a little more than usual. Dillon leaned down to kiss her, before he offered out his hand.
“Have fun on your date, guys!” Gemma exclaimed, throwing a wink a Dillon. Dillon made a mental note that one of these days Gemma should wake up with ice in her bed, but he just smiled at Summer as they climbed into his car, and drove off toward the play.
“Well, I have to hand it to Ziggy, the guy knows how to pick a play,” Summer said as they walked out of the theatre. “I mean, it was a little weird but I liked it!”
“What did you like about it?” Dillon asked, as they buckled into the car.
“Well, it had a strong female protagonist and a good story, I mean, I think I could relate to it,” Summer said. “What about you?”
“Well, I liked it, but I can’t say why,” Dillon replied.
“Oh, boo!” Summer exclaimed. “Come on, you made me tell you.” Dillon rolled his eyes.
“All right, well, I guess I kind of liked how the two main characters reminded me of us, and that they turned out okay in the end,” he said.
“See was that so hard?” she asked. She leaned out, and Dillon leaned in to kiss her. A spark leapt into him as their lips touched, and he brought his hand up to Summer’s face, just to touch her a little bit more. Summer pulled away, taking a breath, and looking at him with her wide green eyes.
“You know, we can skip dinner,” she suggested, right before her stomach rumbled. A pause fell over the car before they both broke out laughing. “All right, how about a quick dinner then?”
“Oh, so you don’t want to go to the restaurant that opened just a couple of days ago that serves the to-die for sea food?” he asked. Summer practically sprang into his lap, even with the seat belt restraining her.
“You got a reservation there?”
“I might have mentioned that two Power Rangers wanted to have dinner there, and they were very accommodating.” Summer unbuckled her belt, and climbed over the gap in the seats to kiss him.
“You are the sweetest man, I hope you know that.” He smiled, and kissed her back.
“Only when I’m with you,” Dillon replied. “So then, would you like to go eat milady?” She kissed him again, short and sweet.
“Yes, and then we can go back home for the night.” Summer squeeze his hand as they kissed again a little longer this time, only to be interrupted by a knock on Dillon’s window.
“Sorry, folks, but we’re a family establishment, you can’t do that here,” said a young man smiling down at them.
“Sorry!” Summer exclaimed.
“That’s all right, but y’all have a nice night now.”
“Thanks,” Dillon said, as he started up the car. “You too.”
“Well, that was close,” Summer remarked, buckling herself back in.
“Well, maybe when we get home, we can get a little closer,” Dillon suggested, quickly taking his eyes off of the road to glance at her. Summer smiled, and reached out to squeeze his knee.
“Yeah, maybe,” she agreed.
Dinner felt like a weight between them, as they politely waited for the food to be cooked fresh and then ate their dinner as quickly as possible, like there was that electricity between them that Ziggy had talked about, telling them to do exactly the same thing. But still, Dillon felt like the check could not come soon enough when he asked for it. And the conversation fell silent in the car, pushing down on him even more, and the pressure mounting, until he pulled into the Garage.
Slowly, both of them clicked their seat belt buckles out of place, and then after a moment of stares and acknowledgements, he reached for her, cupping her face as they kissed. Summer reached out for him, as he suckled on her lip and they pressed harder and harder against each other. She pushed off his suit jacket, and he ran his hands along her nylon covered legs until he found her soft skin. Summer pulled away.
“Do you have any…rubbers?” she panted.
“In the glove box,” he said, before he could think properly. She smiled at him, a giant grin as he flushed bright red.
“Prepaired were we?” she asked.
“For…for when we were ready,” he explained. Apparently it was the right answer, because she leaned over and kissed him, before she opened the glove box and found the box of condoms and slipped out of her door. Dillon grinned and opened his, chasing her up the stairs to her room.
She sat back on her bed, accepting him into her arms as he pressed her back into the bedding. She raised his shirt over his head before the kissed, and he found the zipper to her dress, sliding it down the side of her until it could slide off. Summer rolled him onto his back, and slipped the dress and her bra off before he could even blink and began to work on his belt buckle. And soon, they were both naked, pressed up against each other aroused and waiting for just that right moment.
Dillon sat up and reached for the box, fumbling with card board, under she giggled a little and took the box out of his hands, and slid underneath the top with her nails. Summer ripped open the small foil package and slid the condom on him.
They kissed again, and leaned back into the pillows, and without really thinking, Dillon slid inside of her.
“Dillon please?” she begged. He panted back at her, not quite sure what to say as she rocked her hips back and forth. Slowly, he began to mimic her rhythm, until he found that steady pace, Summer’s nails digging into his back. “Oh yes, oh baby please!” Summer cried.
“Faster?” he asked.
“Yes!” she screamed. He rocked harder into her, increasing the tempo of his thrusts, trying to make every single one count. And each time when he was rewarded with a pant or a moan, he knew he was doing it right, that he should keep going. “Oh god!” Summer moaned. “Oh, Dillon, I’m…” She let out something of a strangled cry, and Dillon stopped, only for a moment, afraid that he had hurt her. But a moment was all Summer needed to flip him over and begin rocking back and forth on his cock. He thrust back as much as he could only to hear that strangled cry again, erupting out of her.
But she kept going, and he grabbed onto her hips as they kept rocking in rhythm until she began to cry out again, but Dillon could feel something else bubbling up inside of him. “You almost there, babe?” she asked, panting out.
“Yeah, yeah, oh God, Summer, I…” she leaned down and kissed him, as he came, hard and long.
The world stood still for them, and waited as they both caught their breath.
Summer rolled off of him, and instead, took her place lying beside him on her side. Dillon turned to face her blinking a fog out of his eyes and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered back. He reached down to pull a blanket up over them, and realized something was not quite right. When it dawned on him, it was all Dillon could do to stare at his limp cock in abject horror.
3/27/11 WC: 2042
Piece WC: 10070
Project WC: 59458
Still reading: The Divine Comedy by Dante
When the rangers arrived at the tower, they did not know quite what to expect. It certainly wasn’t Colonel Truman staring them down them down with an angry dad face, like someone had just broken something and he was trying to squeeze out of them which one it had been. All of them, save Dillon and Scott, shifted from foot to foot under the intense glare. Scott had been victim of this glare many times in his childhood, and thus felt slightly immune to it, while Dillon kept clenched fists as he looked through the Colonel, probably imagining something else.
“Now,” the colonel said, pushing his index finger roughly into his desk. “I am only going to ask this once; what did you do to make the attack bot leave? And for that matter, why didn’t you fight it when its back was turned?” Ziggy felt himself being nudged forward, and kicked in the leg, and so he spoke up first,
“Well, um, we…I just kind of talked her out of fighting today. And I guess we just didn’t think about it and your call kind of interrupted us,” he said, stumbling over a few of his words, and falling silent after his brief explanation, his eyes dropping to the ground.
“Dad, it’s no big thing, okay?” Scott said. “I mean, Tenaya is gone, the city’s safe, that’s what you’re always pushing us to just do.” Colonel Truman turned his glare onto his son, and Scott blinked and looked away for a minute. “I mean, it doesn’t really matter right?”
“I find it odd, son, that you would suddenly change your position on fighting and completely eradicating the machines. Now tell me what was said down there, or so help me God…” The Colonel appeared to be a little flush as he made this statement, but Scott looked his father dead in the eye as he said,
“You don’t need to know, and it doesn’t matter anyway, Dad, so just let it rest, okay?”
“No, not okay!” Colonel Truman exclaimed. “Scott, I can feel my blood pressure rising, so if you don’t want to me to have a heart attack or a stroke, which is very possible for a man of my age and position, I suggest you, or one of you tells me what exactly was said to that attack bot to make it leave.” The rangers held in position, not saying a word as the colonel just turned redder, staring them down. The pressure broke as Scott gushed forward,
“Ziggy told Tenaya that Dillon’s losing his virginity tonight, so she laughed and left!” The words came out as a jumble that took the whole room a moment to interpret, but when it did, the Colonel sank back in his chair, his hand quickly covering his face. “Dad… I just…” Scott stopped speaking as laughter bubbled out of his father.
“Oh my God, are you serious?” he asked. “He’s a virgin.”
“Hypothetically and amnesically speaking,” Ziggy asked, only seeming to make the Colonel laugh harder.
“Ziggy, if you keep talking, I’m taking your eyes out with a spork before I kill you and Scott,” Dillon muttered.
“All right, I never thought I would say this, but I agree with the machine. Just go,” the Colonel said still snorting. Ziggy dashed out of the command room, and after the look Dillon gave him, Scott was not far behind the green ranger.
Dillon sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Ziggy and Scott had not been seen since the tower, which he was somewhat grateful for as there could be no more mess ups or hints at what he planned for tonight (also, thankfully, Dr. K had no idea and Gem, Gemma and Flynn were too scared to say anything). He panted down the dark wash jeans he and Ziggy had compromised on, and straightened out his off-white shirt, and black suit jacket.
“Maybe I should say I’m sorry when he finally comes around,” Dillon muttered, running his fingers through his hair again. After all Ziggy had helped him a lot with this whole night, and well, he had been a little harsh, and he knew Ziggy said some stuff sometimes, and Dillon still did get to go on his date. “Scott however, deserves to die.”
Making sure he had his morpher in his pocket, Dillon trotted down the steps and saw Summer waiting on a bar stool talking to Gemma. “Hey did I keep you waiting?” he asked.
“Nope, I just got done,” she said. She wore a simple white dress that went down to her knees with brown boots and had her hair done up a little more than usual. Dillon leaned down to kiss her, before he offered out his hand.
“Have fun on your date, guys!” Gemma exclaimed, throwing a wink a Dillon. Dillon made a mental note that one of these days Gemma should wake up with ice in her bed, but he just smiled at Summer as they climbed into his car, and drove off toward the play.
“Well, I have to hand it to Ziggy, the guy knows how to pick a play,” Summer said as they walked out of the theatre. “I mean, it was a little weird but I liked it!”
“What did you like about it?” Dillon asked, as they buckled into the car.
“Well, it had a strong female protagonist and a good story, I mean, I think I could relate to it,” Summer said. “What about you?”
“Well, I liked it, but I can’t say why,” Dillon replied.
“Oh, boo!” Summer exclaimed. “Come on, you made me tell you.” Dillon rolled his eyes.
“All right, well, I guess I kind of liked how the two main characters reminded me of us, and that they turned out okay in the end,” he said.
“See was that so hard?” she asked. She leaned out, and Dillon leaned in to kiss her. A spark leapt into him as their lips touched, and he brought his hand up to Summer’s face, just to touch her a little bit more. Summer pulled away, taking a breath, and looking at him with her wide green eyes.
“You know, we can skip dinner,” she suggested, right before her stomach rumbled. A pause fell over the car before they both broke out laughing. “All right, how about a quick dinner then?”
“Oh, so you don’t want to go to the restaurant that opened just a couple of days ago that serves the to-die for sea food?” he asked. Summer practically sprang into his lap, even with the seat belt restraining her.
“You got a reservation there?”
“I might have mentioned that two Power Rangers wanted to have dinner there, and they were very accommodating.” Summer unbuckled her belt, and climbed over the gap in the seats to kiss him.
“You are the sweetest man, I hope you know that.” He smiled, and kissed her back.
“Only when I’m with you,” Dillon replied. “So then, would you like to go eat milady?” She kissed him again, short and sweet.
“Yes, and then we can go back home for the night.” Summer squeeze his hand as they kissed again a little longer this time, only to be interrupted by a knock on Dillon’s window.
“Sorry, folks, but we’re a family establishment, you can’t do that here,” said a young man smiling down at them.
“Sorry!” Summer exclaimed.
“That’s all right, but y’all have a nice night now.”
“Thanks,” Dillon said, as he started up the car. “You too.”
“Well, that was close,” Summer remarked, buckling herself back in.
“Well, maybe when we get home, we can get a little closer,” Dillon suggested, quickly taking his eyes off of the road to glance at her. Summer smiled, and reached out to squeeze his knee.
“Yeah, maybe,” she agreed.
Dinner felt like a weight between them, as they politely waited for the food to be cooked fresh and then ate their dinner as quickly as possible, like there was that electricity between them that Ziggy had talked about, telling them to do exactly the same thing. But still, Dillon felt like the check could not come soon enough when he asked for it. And the conversation fell silent in the car, pushing down on him even more, and the pressure mounting, until he pulled into the Garage.
Slowly, both of them clicked their seat belt buckles out of place, and then after a moment of stares and acknowledgements, he reached for her, cupping her face as they kissed. Summer reached out for him, as he suckled on her lip and they pressed harder and harder against each other. She pushed off his suit jacket, and he ran his hands along her nylon covered legs until he found her soft skin. Summer pulled away.
“Do you have any…rubbers?” she panted.
“In the glove box,” he said, before he could think properly. She smiled at him, a giant grin as he flushed bright red.
“Prepaired were we?” she asked.
“For…for when we were ready,” he explained. Apparently it was the right answer, because she leaned over and kissed him, before she opened the glove box and found the box of condoms and slipped out of her door. Dillon grinned and opened his, chasing her up the stairs to her room.
She sat back on her bed, accepting him into her arms as he pressed her back into the bedding. She raised his shirt over his head before the kissed, and he found the zipper to her dress, sliding it down the side of her until it could slide off. Summer rolled him onto his back, and slipped the dress and her bra off before he could even blink and began to work on his belt buckle. And soon, they were both naked, pressed up against each other aroused and waiting for just that right moment.
Dillon sat up and reached for the box, fumbling with card board, under she giggled a little and took the box out of his hands, and slid underneath the top with her nails. Summer ripped open the small foil package and slid the condom on him.
They kissed again, and leaned back into the pillows, and without really thinking, Dillon slid inside of her.
“Dillon please?” she begged. He panted back at her, not quite sure what to say as she rocked her hips back and forth. Slowly, he began to mimic her rhythm, until he found that steady pace, Summer’s nails digging into his back. “Oh yes, oh baby please!” Summer cried.
“Faster?” he asked.
“Yes!” she screamed. He rocked harder into her, increasing the tempo of his thrusts, trying to make every single one count. And each time when he was rewarded with a pant or a moan, he knew he was doing it right, that he should keep going. “Oh god!” Summer moaned. “Oh, Dillon, I’m…” She let out something of a strangled cry, and Dillon stopped, only for a moment, afraid that he had hurt her. But a moment was all Summer needed to flip him over and begin rocking back and forth on his cock. He thrust back as much as he could only to hear that strangled cry again, erupting out of her.
But she kept going, and he grabbed onto her hips as they kept rocking in rhythm until she began to cry out again, but Dillon could feel something else bubbling up inside of him. “You almost there, babe?” she asked, panting out.
“Yeah, yeah, oh God, Summer, I…” she leaned down and kissed him, as he came, hard and long.
The world stood still for them, and waited as they both caught their breath.
Summer rolled off of him, and instead, took her place lying beside him on her side. Dillon turned to face her blinking a fog out of his eyes and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered back. He reached down to pull a blanket up over them, and realized something was not quite right. When it dawned on him, it was all Dillon could do to stare at his limp cock in abject horror.
3/27/11 WC: 2042
Piece WC: 10070
Project WC: 59458
Still reading: The Divine Comedy by Dante
