Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers.

Music: Maroon 5 – Sex and Candy

I'm very serious guys, listen to this while you read this. It just fits!

Kira looked around the auditorium, letting the feeling of accomplishment sink in. She'd come so far to get here; from bringing her grades up, making friends in the most unlikeliest of people, managing her time between being a Power Ranger and a student, and working towards her musical career. Now, here she was - standing in line, waiting for her name to be called. She glanced at the crowd of parents, aunts and uncles, teachers and other staff members, silently cheering them all on. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she locked eyes with Tommy. He beamed at her.

"It's so…surreal."

As someone nonchalantly responded behind her, the person in front of her was called.

I'm next. This is it.

"Kira Ford." Steeling her nerves, she walked up the stairs in the heels she was forced to wear, calmly shook hands with Principal Randall, received a fake diploma, smiled for the camera, and retreated down the other set of stairs. Her heart flipping, she passed the other faculty, finding joy in their silent praises. Her heart swelled with pride as Tommy beamed at her. Smiling back, she took her seat behind Tommy and tried to calm her rattling nerves.

"Dude, this is so sweet!" As Ethan cracked open his graduation Coke bottle, Kira carefully put hers in her gym bag.

"Yeah. Congratulations guys!"

Conner looked between Ethan and Trent for a moment. Kira paused and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

It was Trent who spoke up, him being better at words and all. "We were thinking. About you and Dr. O, that is." Kira's heart stuttered and her stomach almost fell out.

"Listen, guys…" She planted her feet firmly in the ground, resolving herself to solve the situation.

"No, you listen to us Kira. We realize that we caught you at a bad time yesterday and that probably affected our judgment some." Her hands tightened over the strap to her bag and she slowly nodded. "We, as one, thought this through and came to a conclusion: it's okay. We don't mind."

Kira looked between her friends, searching them for any signs of revulsion or something similar. Dishonesty. When she found none, her eyes widened and her stomach knotted up. She sniffled.

"Ah…You should be able to be with whomever you want to be with as long as you love them. And that's what we want for you: for you to be with him because you love him and not anything else. We don't have a problem with it. Besides, there's plenty of other people who have a massive age gap. Take a look at Hugh Heffner, no one balks at that nonsense. And also, he's not your teacher anymore, so people can't say shit." With that, Trent winked and Kira spread her arms open. The guys swooped her in a heartfelt hug and she whispered a quiet 'thank you.' She squeezed their shoulders once more before pulling back.

"Thanks, guys. It means a lot coming from you. And I do. I've come to love him very much."

"Well I sure would hope so." Her eyes popping open, Kira prayed he wasn't standing right behind her. With many quiet 'oh no's' running through her mind, she twisted her head around, then her body until she was fully facing Tommy Oliver in the eyes.

"H-Hi. Hear that, did ya?" Her fist clenched and she chocked back down her fear and regret.

He stepped foreword and cupped her cheeks. Conner's low whistle barely registered in her ears. "Oh, yes…because…" His thumbs rubbed in gentle circles and he inched closer. "Kira, I've grown to love you more than I'd like to admit." He closed the distance between them and sealed his mouth over hers. Her hands balled up in between them in a sort of restraint against her emotions. Her heart thumped against its cage, her toes curled, and she couldn't breathe.

She didn't care though.

Tommy did, however, and pulled away just far enough she could catch her breath and leaned his head against hers. They ignored the whoops and hollers coming from their friends, pretended not to notice the stunned looks from their other audience – some of indifference, some of disgust, none of it mattered.

Releasing a heavy breath, she looked him in the eyes for any uneasiness and reaching up, placed a hand on his heart and dug her nails in. Stretching her other arm out to cup his neck, she twiddled with the hairs at the base of his neck and pulled him to her in a solid kiss.

As one of his hands covered hers, she pulled away and smiled.

"Alright, alright. Enough. Blah!"

Tommy and Kira laughed at Ethan. "Sorry man."

"It's alright. But we gotta go. See family and stuff."

"You too, Trent?"

"Yeahp." He popped the 'p.'

"Well, alright. Y'all be safe on the way home. And, congratulations everybody; you deserved it. I'm proud." Tommy took the time to shake everyone's hand before they left. When it was just Tommy and Kira, he turned to face her.

"So, what about you? Are you going home with your mom?" He stuck his hands in his pockets like a shy school-boy.

She chuckled and looped her arm through his elbow, her heels clicking against the ground as they headed towards the parking lot. "Nah. I met with my mom before I met up with the guys earlier. I was going to ask if you wanted to do anything. We could go back to your place and watch a movie or we could train some more?"

Tommy threaded his fingers through hers and with a glance her way, noticed her hips swaying slightly. That's not like Kira. Maybe it's the shoes?

"I think that sounds perfect. I'll even cook you dinner." She absently rubbed her thumb against his.

"Sounds like a plan. Can you hold this for me while I take my gown off?" Kira fiddle with the drape on her shoulders.

Tommy knew she didn't mean it that way, but he couldn't help but that it that way. And that way went straight through his blood and to his groin. Not caring if she noticed he took it out of context, he took her gym bag, cap and drape, and stood against his Jeep as she unzipped herself. It was a merciless sight: to watch a woman so beautiful undress in front of him, even if she did have clothes on underneath it. He shifted his legs apart to accommodate the room for his growing erection. Tommy openly stared her up and down, his eyes eating her up.

Her dirty blonde curls feel against her suddenly bare shoulders, teasing the hem of her dress. Her breasts were encased in a black fabric that mashed them together and up and he liked that more than he thought he would. He briefly wondered if she made this dress herself again because it seemed to accentuate her curves at the hips, the yellow skirt hanging loose, fitting with everything that was Kira Ford. The dress stopped at her knees but his eyes didn't. They ate up the long length of her legs and more than admired the muscle attached to them. But it was her feet that got his blood boiling.

She could wear black peep-toe pumps all day, everyday for all he cared.

He growled low in his throat. "Remind me to thank the school for the graduation dress code." She smirked and placed her items in the bag, careful to brush against his hip.

"I'll take that as a compliment." She chuckled and stepped into the Jeep, making sure to flare her skirt so she wouldn't sit on it.

Tommy's nostrils flared and his erection jerked. Trying not to look funny as he walked to the driver's side, he got in and unabashedly undid his pants, reached inside, and readjusted himself. Heaving out a contended sigh, he started the car and nearly backed into the one behind him when Kira placed a hand on his thigh.

"You okay? You look like you're having a hard time." She bit her lips to keep from laughing at her own joke.

He grunted. "Hard? I don't know if I'm having a hard time. You tell me if I'm having a hard time."

Without warning, he grabbed her right hand, yanking her almost out of her seat and next to him, placing it firmly in his lap and started driving.

Feeling bold, Kira grazed the pants with her palm until she could get a firm grasp and squeezed. He let out a low hum and the Jeep started going faster. She leaned forward until his shoulder was pressed between her breasts. She alternated between being loose and hard with her hand and felt the full length of him through his pants. He twitched in her hands. She squeezed on reflex.

She put her lips to his ear. "You're so heavy."

His response was a rev of the engine and a low moan.

She rubbed her thumb across the base. "I bet you're warm, too. Soft and warm." Her breath tickled his ear and his right hand joined hers and together they squeezed. Now she moaned in his ear. He put his hand back on the gearshift and let out a breath.

"And you know what? I bet you taste good, too." She grasped his bottom ear lobe in her mouth, sucked on it, and squeezed him once more. He awkwardly parked the vehicle.

"Kira!" She squeezed tighter, licked the outer shell of his ear, and hopped out of the Jeep. Letting herself in again, she hurried to the couch, sat down and crossed her legs. Taking a few deep breaths before he found her, she steadied her nerves

Tommy snarled and raced after her, stopping in the entrance-way to the living room. She was a picture of unrivaled beauty, sitting on the couch. There was a flush to her skin, pinkening her cheeks and her chest, and her eyes were the most vivid dark brown he'd ever seen. And they were alive with mirth and love and laughter. His heart stopped for a moment and he wished he could stand there forever and a day, just soaking in the sight of her on his couch.

"You." He stepped foreword.

"Are." Another step foreword and she had to look up to meet his eyes.

"Gorgeous." He dropped to his knees at her feet. He kept her eyes locked with his and he gently placed her left ankle on his thigh. Unbuckling her shoe and slipping it off, he copied his movement with the other shoe.

Finally breaking his gaze, Tommy bent his head and laid a kiss on her ankle. He smiled as he watched her toes curl and bumps rise on her leg. His fingers messaged the bottom of her foot and he trailed a line of kisses up to her knee, taking his time to knead the muscles in her calf, the soft hitches in her breath embedding a way into his memory.

"Beautiful."

Gripping her thighs he tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers, letting out a breath through his nose as she gripped the small hairs at the base of his neck.

Tommy slipped his hands underneath her bottom and Kira giggled as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his middle. While his thumbs rubbed circles, Kira absentmindedly undulated her hips, trying to find a remedy that was soon to come, but was impatient for. He groaned and walked them to his bedroom door. Settling her against it, he slipped his right hand under her dress, cupping the back of her thighs as he passed, and traced the outline of her pelvis.

It was an unspoken taunt as he stared at her, teasing her with what she wanted but not giving it to her. Testing her. She rubbed her lips together for a moment before twisting her hips just enough so his hand brushed her wetness. His needs intensifying and his will diminishing, Tommy struggled to stay on her pace as he lightly brushed her nub with a finger before plunging his middle finger in and immediately curling it inwards, pressing on that feminine spot. Rubbing her nub with thumb, he added a second finger and scissoring them, letting her get used to his fingers before taking them out and thrusting back in.

There were no words spoken as he thrust his fingers in and out, curling them upwards every time and rubbing her sweet spot. There were no words exchanged as they looked at each other in the eyes as her hips twisted around his fingers with every thrust and yanked at the hairs on his head and clawed at his neck, holding back her mewls. There were no words between them as her mouth dropped to a little "O" and she tightened around his fingers, her hips twitching.

There were no words either, when he silently opened his door and took her to his bed, crawling on top of her.

Tommy was breathless as she panted, her chest heaving in her dress. He reached around and found her zipper as she started on the buttons of his shirt. His peppered her neck with his lips as he unzipped her, his hand taking up the space, gently rubbing. When she popped open the last button, he shrugged his shoulders and his shirt fell away. He sucked his way to top of her dress where he nipped. Cupping her bottom once more, he pulled her hips to him, letting her feel his hardness – what she did to him, and gently pulled her dress down and then off.

Tommy stared at Kira, committing every crevice, freckle, dimple, or scar to memory. She was a beautiful sight, lying sprawled out in front of him, hair spread out, lips bruised and swollen, and her breasts begging to be touched.

And touch he did. Starting again from her neck, he left a trail of nips and licks, sometimes sucking the blood to the top of her skin and leaving his mark, to her breasts. He blew on a nipple, watching it harden before he took it in his mouth and sucked on it, flicking it with his tongue. Rubbing her other breast with his other hand, he teases her nipple with his teeth, giving it a long suck and a pinch before trailing kisses between them and down her flat stomach, encouraged by her soft mewls.

Kira grabbed a fistful of his hair when he stroked her with his hot tongue. Tommy grabbed one of her breast with his left hand and inserted two fingers at the same time, taking a moment before adding a third. As her hips twitched and her moans grew louder, he pinched he nipple, rubbing it, and started sucking on her nub and thrusting his fingers at the same time, curling them inwards once again. Kira's legs instantly wrapped around his neck, but never stayed still, her heels digging into him and he moaned into her, sending vibrations throughout her body until arched her back on a particular hard suck, digging her heels into him harder than she meant to, gripped his headboard and let out the moan she'd been holding in.

Tommy pushed his hips into his mattress as her cries bounced around his room and her shaky breath made his blood sing. Sitting back up he licked his lips and shrugged out of his pants. Kira was still panting when he settled a hand at her hip and nudged her thighs apart with a leg. He shifted his hips until he was nestles in between her thighs. His eyes searched hers for any signs of resistance or hesitance. When he found none, he took her head in his and softly pressed his lips to hers and hooked on her legs around his hips. As he bit on her bottom lip a bit harder than usual, he slipped himself inside.

Tommy groaned around her mouth at her warmth, swallowing her cries and relishing in the scratches she was making on his neck and chest.

Kira pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. Now, words were spoken, "I was right, you are warm." With a teasing nibble to his ear, Tommy growled low in his chest and snapped his hips against hers. As she met his thrust, he grabbed the back of her head, pulled her in for a bruising kiss, and rubbed her nub with the other. Kira busied herself with palming his muscled bottom, digging her nails in and making sure to leave a mark. He started a slow push and pull, guided by Kira's hands on his bottom.

Encouraged by her moans and the nails marking him, Tommy rocked his hips against Kira, rubbing her vigorously until she came apart in his arms, him pulling out and spilling himself on her stomach, her name tumbling from his lips. As she clutched at him, alternating between hugging him close and digging her nails into the back of his neck as she showered his face with kisses, he was the one trembling. He was the one holding her tight against him as she whispered her love against his flushed cheeks.

"Kira…I…" He started, but he lost his words. Kira smiled and held him closer.

"I know."

It was nearing two in the morning and Tommy still couldn't fall asleep. Feeling Kira shift in his arms, he pulled her closer to his chest and her movements calmed. He kissed the back of her head and then the back of her shoulder, rubbing his thumb in circles on her stomach.

There were still loose ends they had to deal with – like how Kira was to go to New York for her music career in a few weeks, for one. How long would she be gone? Could they handle a long-term relationship? Did Kira want a long-term relationship? What if she found someone more her age there? What if she really liked New York and didn't want to come back?

The answer to that one was simple enough – he would move to be with her. But what if she didn't want him to?

His toes twitched and his arm tensed up.

"Stop worrying, Tommy. There's nothing to worry about." Tommy curled his hands around Kira's back as she tuned to face him, pulling her to his chest, and giving her a smothering kiss.

He pulled back and brushed a stray hair away. "What are you doing up?" Her hands repeated his movements on his back, soothing him more than he'd like to admit.

"Sorry. Couldn't help it." He smiled.

"Well, don't worry about it. I promise." She brushed his cheek with her thumb.

"Have I ever told you I love you?"

She palmed him and rubbed her thumb over the head. "How about you show me instead?"

"That, I can do." With a playful growl, he pushed her on her back and showed her just how much he loved her.

So that's the end. What did you guy' think? Did you listen to the song I suggested while reading it, because it really fit! Please leave me some critique. Thank you to all the people who followed/reviewed/Favorited/all the gust responses/the beta The Writing Therapist/ etc...it's bee a pleasure writing this.