End
Jason knocked and waited, anxiously shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet. He could hear someone moving around inside the hotel room, and he was eager for her to answer the door.
_What a mess!_ he groaned to himself. Although he had been home for a couple of weeks, he hadn't had much of a chance to get caught up on things--specifically, to sit Tommy down and find out what happened between him and Kim. Tommy had written him in Switzerland when the break-up first happened, but he hadn't said much about it. Even now, he still didn't want to discuss it except to say that he and Kat were happy together and he'd put it behind him. _Yeah. Right._
It wasn't the state of Tommy and Kat's relationship that Jason doubted --Tommy had every right to find someone else, and Kat was a wonderful girl-- it was the 'put it behind me' part. He knew Tommy. It was pretty clear that he was still hurt, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself. Why else wouldn't he have called Kim and demanded some answers? That was something else that bothered him immensely. Why hadn't anyone contacted Kim to find out her side of the story? Jason knew Kim almost as well as he knew Tommy. There had to be more going on than what was said in her letter.
To that end, Jason had called the training facility in Florida last night. According to Kim's roommate, Sarah, she had taken a weekend off and had flown home. He found that very odd since Kim hadn't contacted anyone to say she was coming for a visit and she had no family in Angel Grove these days. Furthermore, Sarah was pretty worried about Kim, stating that she'd been exceedingly moody and depressed of late--a condition that had begun shortly after Christmas and had progressively gotten worse. Fortunately, Kim had left her hotel and flight information with her roommate, and Sarah had been more than willing to pass it on to Jason.
_Oh man, Kim, what happened? Your breaking up with Tommy sounds like the same thing Billy did when he made up that stuff about negative protons or whatever when he refused the Gold Ranger Power._
Jason's thoughts were brought up short as he heard the click of the tumblers in the lock.
"Y-yes, who's...?"
He smiled broadly, glad to see Kim again. He was careful to hide the fact that he noticed how pale she looked, her eyes red-rimmed with dark circles underneath them. In fact, her eyes lacked their usual sparkle, seeming dull and lifeless even though they lit up when she saw his face.
_Man, she's hurtin' bad; I haven't seen her look so wrung out since her parents' divorce._
"Hey, Kim."
"Jason?"
He wrapped her in an effusive bear hug, taking her by surprise. That was more Kim's style of greeting than his; however, she returned the embrace with surprising strength even though her body felt rigid and unyielding. He felt a shudder ripple through her small frame.
"You're looking good. Ready to take on the gymnastics world?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Kim answered, but her words lacked conviction. She invited Jason in and motioned him over to the lone chair in her room. She sat down on the edge of the bed across from him, looking as if she might bolt at any moment; her whole attitude was one of deliberate isolation. "Gosh, it's good to see you. When'd you get home?"
For the moment, Jason continued the charade that nothing was amiss and told her what had brought him home. Then, he got down to business.
"What about you? Why didn't you tell anyone you were coming home this weekend?" he prompted. "If I hadn't called your place and talked to Sarah, I'd never have known you were here. Someone could have met you at the airport; you could have stayed with me or Billy... ."
"I wanted to--call someone," Kim confessed reluctantly, "but... ." She shrugged helplessly.
"Why didn't you?" he pressed quietly.
"I don't know." She hung her head, staring at her tightly folded hands. "I don't think I can face them... after what I did...."
"The letter you sent Tommy," Jason murmured, and Kim nodded. "That's why I tried calling you last night. Tommy told me you broke up with him --found someone else-- I just couldn't believe it. Last time I saw you, you guys were so happy... why, Kim? What happened?"
When Kim looked up at him, she appeared totally lost and confused, and her eyes were brimming with tears.
"I don't know," she replied in a hoarse whisper that became a sob. It was more than Jason could take. He got up and sat beside her, pulling her into his arms. He never could stand to see her cry.
"I don't know why I sent that stupid letter!" she cried, clutching at him desperately. "It was a mistake--a huge mistake! I--I love him! I thought I was doing the right thing at the time, but...." Her tears drowned out the rest of her words.
Jason, however, didn't need to hear them; she had already confirmed his suspicions.
"Bitter dregs," he murmured.
"Huh?" Kim sniffled.
"You know, like the grounds left in the bottom of a coffee cup. That's what made you break-up with Tommy."
"I don't understand."
"When was the last time you had sex?"
Kim blinked, startled by the frank question. "Why? What's that got to do with...?"
"I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important. Trust me on this. When?"
"C-Christmas--the last time I saw Tommy."
Jason stared at her in amazement. "That long ago? What about some kind of affection: a kiss or even a hug--and I don't mean pats on the back from teammates."
"C-Christmas."
"But what about your new boyfriend? Maybe you guys haven't had sex yet, but surely you've hugged or cuddled... ."
"There is no other guy," Kim confessed. "I made him up so Tommy would think I was happy and he wouldn't worry about me and he could turn to the others guys for sex with a clear conscience."
_And I thought Billy was in bad shape when I got home! That's why we all took him to Vegas to 'thank' him._
Jason noticed that Kim hadn't pulled away from his embrace. If anything, she was snuggling deeper into him. Her fingers lightly stroked his arm and wandered over his chest. She probably wasn't even aware that she was doing it. Kim has to be absolutely starved for physical contact.
"Kim, 'bitter dregs' is what Zack, Trini, and I took to calling this side-effect of losing our powers," Jason explained. "When we lose or give up our powers, we're no longer flooded with the hyper-active hormones, and once the last spike is taken care of, we're just ordinary horny teenagers, but there's an emotional component that no one ever knew about. Tommy was never without his powers--or at least sexual contact-- long enough to ever go through it, but when the three of us went to Switzerland....
"For over a year we'd been having sex with each other--sometimes more than once a day! Suddenly, we weren't doing it at all, and we went through a sort of withdrawal."
"Withdrawal? Like a drug addict?"
"Kind of. Trini, Zack and I went through some tough times while we were at the peace conference--major bouts of depression. I missed the closeness I shared with all of you; I felt isolated, lonely, confused.... I started drawing into myself.... Zack got really irritable and surly, and Trini went on crying jags. That was so weird; I couldn't remember Trini hardly ever crying. At first, we thought it was homesickness or something. Then, one night while Zack and I were talking--I don't even remember exactly how it happened anymore-- but we wound up fooling around and having sex. Man, you have no idea how good that felt, or how much it helped!
"That was right before Christmas; after the holidays, for a while, the three of us were going at it almost as if we were back in the early days of our hormone spikes. Then gradually things settled down until we didn't have the mood swings anymore or the desperate craving for physical contact--or, if we felt the need, a backrub or hug would suffice. That's not to say that we didn't enjoy an occasional fuck for the hell of it, but.... Before you left for Florida, you guys took care of your last spike, right?"
"Uh huh."
"Between leaving and visiting at Christmas, did you have sex with anyone?"
"Not too long after I left, Aisha had me teleported home to help her and Kat out with something, but after that, nothing."
"After that visit with Aisha, did you notice that you were excessively cranky or bummed out--Trini said it felt like having p.m.s. constantly? What about being horny for no good reason? Or feeling an almost physical pain for wanting to have Tommy hold you?"
"Uh huh. All of it. The dreams were the worst. They'd be sooo wonderful, and I'd feel so awful afterwards," Kim said. "I couldn't wait for Christmas to get here!"
"I bet you all but jumped Tommy the moment you got off the plane," Jason chuckled.
"I was so wild, Tommy teased me about Tripping."
"The same thing happened again after Christmas, I bet. Only then, there was no scheduled visit to pin your hopes on. You didn't know what was happening to you. There was no one down there you could confide in, and you didn't think anyone back home would understand because no one--that you knew of-- had ever gone through anything like that. You became more and more depressed and withdrawn... soon, you were afraid to touch anyone for fear you'd do something you'd regret...." Jason could see that she had experienced everything he had just described. In fact, he could see her desperate need behind her tears; her eyes were wide, glazed, as if she were spiking. Her breathing had quickened even as her grip had tightened around him, and he bet if he felt her heart, he'd find it pounding like a drum. "... I bet right now, you'd like more than anything to have me pin you back on the bed--or vice versa--tear your clothes off, and...."
The hunger in Kim's eyes flared fiercely, and the blood was high in her cheeks, giving color to her pallid features. She licked her lips absently even as she pressed herself more tightly against him. He could feel the pebble hardness of her straining nipples boring into his chest. Kim said nothing, but her whole being begged for his touch--his help. Without a word, Jason offered it, tilting Kim's chin up and lowering his mouth to hers.
She responded immediately, hungrily devouring his lips and tongue. It was so difficult to hold back as their tongues danced together, Kim's need was so great, but he knew that letting her rush through this would not do her any good. To that end, he forced her to follow his tempo.
"Jason, please! I need...." she entreated, trying to pull him to her again as he drew back to catch his breath.
"I know what you need, Kim, probably better than you do," he assured her. Then, he resumed kissing her, his fingers tracing the outline of her features even as his mouth nibbled down to tantalize her neck. Kim wasn't just needing sex. She was needing to be touched and cuddled, caressed, and loved. She was needing something they had all taken for as a fact of their Ranger careers but had no notion that it had also become a fact of their lives.
Jason eased Kim back onto the bed, brushing the hair from her eyes with one hand even as his other tugged her t-shirt from the waistband of her jeans. She looked to him with eyes filled with desire, trust, and gratitude.
"It'll be all right; I promise," he assured her, sliding a hand under the thin cotton fabric, feeling the warmth of her quivering belly. Kim whimpered in supplication as his fingers skirted the bottom of her bra. Teasingly, he nipped at her taut buds through her clothing.
"Jason!" she moaned entreatingly.
Finally, he pulled her tee up and off. It had been so long since he'd last been with Kim that he had forgotten how nicely proportioned and deliciously rounded she was. Rigorous training had not robbed her of her enticing curves, rather the firm muscle enhanced them. Kimberly Hart would not pass for a pixie in pigtails; she was all woman under those tights!
Jason slipped a finger under the front clasp of Kim's bra (he recalled she'd taken to wearing the front-close style because Billy had had too much trouble with the standard one way back when). He peeled the satiny cups aside, baring her sweet swells with their dusky centers to his appreciative gaze. "Mmm, they're nicer than I remembered."
Kim sighed heavily as he filled his hands with her breasts, massaging them gently. She reached up, ruffling her fingers through his hair. After a moment, though, she seemed to frown discontentedly. He knew where that had come from--he didn't have enough hair to hold onto! He didn't mind, really; truth be told, he was rather expecting it. However, to spare Kim the embarrassment of having him realize she was thinking of another lover, Jason bent his head to her chest and swiped his tongue across her nipple in a slow, broad stroke, and he continued to leisurely draw his tongue over her hardened nubs in an open-mouthed caress that he knew she liked.
"Ohhh," she moaned contentedly, cradling his head closer, forcing him to suck one rosy knot fully into his mouth. Her body writhed under his as her desire continued to grow.
As best he could, Jason unbuttoned his shirt, and Kim helped him slide it off. He just had to feel the warmth of her soft, silky flesh against his. Kim always loved the feel of skin-on-skin contact. Her hips bucked against his denim-clad loins needfully, and his own pelvis pumped against hers in kind. Jason began kissing his way down Kim's lightly tanned abdomen; he swirled his tongue in her playful bellybutton (Tommy had waxed rhapsodic about that in more than a few letters!) as his fingers worked open the button and zipper on her jeans.
Jason felt as if Kim's pants had been sprayed on as he tried to peel them off her curvaceous hips. Eventually, Kim had to sit up and help him. However, she actually spent more time indulging her need to touch (as well as be touched). Her hands wandered over the breadth of his well-muscled chest, and she knelt up into his embrace, planting tiny kisses all over the smooth expanse as Jason's hands dropped low on her hips to skim her panties down. Kim all but purred as he filled his hands with her pleasing posterior, but that did not deter her from nipping at his own knotted nipples before stroking her tongue wetly down his sternum. It was his turn to moan as she ran her hand over the erection threatening to burn through his clothing. And the way her shapely ass jutted out and wiggled as she pried open his pants... it made Jason long for the days when he and Tommy would sandwich her between them and fuck her silly!
Kim wasted no time in peeling both jeans and briefs down his hips, freeing his rigid pole. Eagerly, she wrapped her knowing hands around the shaft, stroking, exploring, getting to know him all over again. Her fingers trickled down to caress and fondle his balls. Jason's fingers found their way to Kim's hair and began urging her downward.
"Please, Kim," he pleaded huskily. "Your mouth... use your awesome mouth and suck my cock!"
Kim said nothing and merely grinned predatorily. Then, hollowing out her mouth, she slurped the generous mushroomed cap and a good portion of his shaft down her throat. Jason moaned in sheer delight. It had been far too long since he'd had one of her blowjobs! Months of inactivity had left her a little rusty, but she was swiftly regaining her prior form. By now, most of his teammates equaled Kim's skill, but few could match her enthusiasm. She was rapidly bringing him to the brink of orgasm, and he knew he was done for when her fingers sought out the valley between his cheeks.
"Oh Lord...!" he groaned as he shot a load of sticky come down her throat. She kept her mouth on him, milking him dry. Then, grinning, she raised up to kiss him, slipping him a taste of his own juices.
"How was that?" she panted, her tone somewhat hesitant.
"Fantastic," Jason sighed, darting his tongue into her mouth for another kiss. "You haven't lost your touch. Now, let's see if I remember how to do you."
Jason maneuvered Kim so that her legs hung over the side of the bed. When he knelt on the floor, he was able to drape her limbs over his shoulders. She gave a happy growl of anticipation; however, Jason wasn't ready to eat her just yet. He wanted to play with her a little while, caressing her all over, kissing her here and nibbling there, his tongue wetting her everywhere until Kim writhed on the bed with wild abandon.
"T... J-Jason!" she demanded, her fingers digging into the comforter as he lavished her responsive inner thighs with the softest of strokes, her near-slip making him grin. She squirmed delightfully as he petted her hot, eager sex. When he thought Kim had reached the limits of her patience, Jason dipped in close for a taste of her thick sweetness.
"Aahhh!" Kim sighed with purest pleasure as Jason lapped at her moist, pink folds. He took greater care than was his wont in licking her pussy, making sure every quivering inch thrilled to the touch of his tongue. Kim's moans continued to escalate as she pressed his head deeper with her right hand. The left wandered the length of her trembling body: sliding through her caramel tresses, brushing her check, a finger dipping into her mouth then leaving a glistening trail as she skimmed it lower to her heaving bosom. Her powerful legs locked across his back, also holding him to her. As he concentrated his tongue on her swollen, throbbing clit, he could feel her muscles coiling... tensing. Her moans crescendoed into keening cries as she tossed her head back and forth fitfully.
"Y-Your fingers... use your f-fingers... ." she gasped out in her frenzied need. Jason obliged and slipped not one but two digits into her spasming depths. With a shout that the guests in the room next door had to have heard, Kim climaxed. She bore down on his fingers hard, making it all but impossible for him to fingerfuck her, but his tongue continued to drive her from one peak to a second, smaller explosion. Jason lapped at Kim's flowing juices until her body began to relax.
"Whoa, Kim, I don't think I've ever seen you come so hard," he murmured as he snuggled up next to her. He smiled warmly as she offered him an exhausted grin.
"It's been ages since I've felt anything so wonderful," she declared.
"Ready for more?"
"Thanks, Jason," she sighed, wrapping him in an effusive hug, and he could see some of the old fire returning to her eyes. He clasped her to him; she felt wonderful. Slowly he glided a hand down the curve of her spine and over the swell of her bottom, and he knew he had to have a taste of those peaches-and-cream cheeks. He laid her out on her stomach and smoothed his hands all over her silky skin.
Kim all but purred as Jason's fingers lightly danced across the underswell of her backside. Her bottom rippled nicely as she wiggled under the sensuous onslaught. When his mouth joined in pleasuring her, she gave off one of those cute yelps of hers as he bit lightly into her succulent flesh then soothed the reddened skin with his tongue.
The former Pink Ranger raised up on hands and knees, her back arching just-so as she thrust her delectable ass towards Jason. She cast him a hopeful glance over her shoulder as she reached for the edge of the headboard to brace herself.
Jason knelt up behind her, pressing his once-again eager cock against her sumptuous buttocks, sliding his hot, engorged tool along the crack of her quivering ass. Kim ground her hips hard against his burning erection He continued to tease her with a dry hump as he leaned over her, reaching around to squeeze her ripe, ready breasts.
"Please...?" she begged, gasping. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, exposing her throat. He took the opening and began kissing the tender side of her neck.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered hotly into her ear, flicking his tongue over her lobe then running it along the outer shell.
"Oh, please--PLEASE, Jason! Fuck me!" she whimpered needfully.
Jason was tempted just to let her force herself back on his dick, but he had other ideas.
"Come here," he instructed as he rolled onto his back, and Kim complied, straddling his waist. He guided her hips until she was eagerly rocking herself against his iron-hard rod.
"Mm," she moaned, canting her hips so that the generous head of his cock hit her clit with every stroke. Jason laid back and let her ride him, smiling as he watched the signs of her pleasure play across her face and the way her pliant breasts bounced with her every move.
_No wonder Tommy said he liked this position so much,_ Jason mused, recalling confidences he and his best friend had shared over the years. Kim was fun to watch when she was really worked up--as she was now. Her heavy-lidded eyes and smoky gaze smoldered with her burning desires. Her tongue darted out to wetly trace her lips and teeth hungrily. And the grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth as her body rocked to the primal beat and pleasure sang through her veins...!
Kim was ready. She reached between her legs for Jason's stiff pole, steadying it. Then, she lowered herself until the fulsome glans kissed her netherlips. He wondered how she'd take it: hard and fast, impaling herself on his meaty spear, or slow and easy in a controlled descent that burned through both partners. Her lusty gaze commanded his attention as she, inch by torturously slow inch, lowered herself on his pulsing cock.
"Ohhh maaaaannnn," he groaned in sheer ecstasy as Kim's tight folds had all but enveloped his prick. Her eyes had fluttered shut in absolute bliss. She had taken him nearly all the way in; then, with a hoarse cry, she dropped the rest of the way, driving him in to the balls, hard and deep. Her eyes snapped open as she gasped from the suddenness of her maneuver.
"That's it, Kim," he encouraged as she began circling her hips. Her pussy gripped his rod more tightly than he recalled. As she settled into a steady rhythm at last, Jason reached up to play with her enticing nipples. A firm pinch had Kim sucking in a sharp breath.
"Oh yes, Jason, play with my tits!" she demanded. In response, Jason bucked his hips so that she fell forward, her breasts brushing his lips as she caught herself with her hands. He greedily sucked one taut bud into his mouth.
Kim's moans were deep and rich as he suckled that one nipple. The sounds of Kim's pleasure drove him on; he wanted to make her moan--to scream-- in absolute delight, and his fingers sought out her clit.
"Ah!" she squeaked as he slowly circled his finger over her swollen button. Her hips slammed down against his in a greater frenzy. As Kim was going wild above him, Jason recalled the one disadvantage of her being on top: it took her forever to get off! With that in mind, the Gold Ranger pulled his former teammate into a fierce hug. Her mouth looked so inviting that he couldn't resist the urge to have another taste. As his tongue invaded her eager orifice, he rolled them both over so that Kim lay beneath him. Her legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist so he would stay sheathed within her delightful depths.
Kim clung to him with desperate strength as he thrust into her slow and steady. As she got caught up in the driving rhythm, her grip relaxed, and her body began to move with his. Jason increased the pace of his thrusts.
"Yes!" she growled as she reached for his face and pulled him to her in a savage kiss. Jason felt her fingers searching for something to latch on to, and it was so hard not to grin. How had she managed with the other guys since Tommy was the only one with hair long enough for her to grab onto back then?
Kim's hips began meeting his as he drove his cock deeper into her eager sex. She finally broke off the kiss as her cresting orgasm had her gasping incoherently in ecstatic joy. Her lips moved in silent communication, forming a name she didn't dare say but longed to with all her heart.
"Say it, Kim," he urged, barely able to form the words himself as his dick pistoned her cunt fiercely. "I know how much you want to. It's okay for you to say it."
Her eyes beamed up at him with gratitude. Suddenly, Kim's body arched up off the bed, and she snapped forward wildly as her orgasm hit with explosive force.
"Tommy--oh, God, Tommy!" she gasped, but it came out as the barest of whispers, overwhelmed by the molten pleasure surging through her veins. However, that tiny exclamation seemed to clear Kim's mind, for when she was able to open her eyes, she smiled up at Jason with sparking eyes.
"C'mon, Jason," she encouraged even as she reached around for a double handful of his tightly clenched, sweat-slick cheeks. "Give me all you got!" Once again, her fingers delved into his hot channel.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, and he drove home, drilling her hard as his own ecstatic cries burst forth in a deep, rumbling shout as he filled her with his hot seed.
Even after the last of the orgasmic spasms subsided, the two continued to rock together. It was as if Kim didn't want to let him go. However, Jason eased his weight off her, lying down beside her. For several minutes he did nothing more than hold her.
"Thank you," Kim murmured at last, over and over, gazing up at him and drawing a finger tenderly down his cheek.
"Feel better?" he asked, nipping at her fingertip as it brushed his lips.
"Uh huh." Her gaze fell away from his face, and Jason noticed a delicate blush tinting her cheeks. "I'm sorry about calling you... you know."
Jason shook his head and chuckled gently. "All things considered, I'd have been more surprised if you hadn't. I seem to recall you doing that to Trini once when you and she were stranded... ."
"Oh God, don't remind me! I was so embarrassed...!" And for a moment, the two shared a laugh over fond memories.
"Kim, I want you to promise me something," Jason said, suddenly serious. What they had done thus far barely scratched the surface of what she was going to need to get herself back to normal. "Don't let yourself get this bad ever again. We'll take care of you this weekend, but please, when you're back in Florida, if you ever feel the need --especially if you feel both horny and depressed-- call me or Billy or anyone else on the team. We'll teleport you back or we'll teleport down to see you, but don't let yourself go again."
"I promise," she agreed. Then, her eyes flashed with concern. "What about Aisha! She's all by herself in Africa; who'll she turn to...?"
"Tanya and Aisha stay in pretty close contact; I think Tanya's making sure Aisha doesn't go through the bitter dregs," Jason assured her. "And speaking of Tanya and the others, why don't we catch a shower and head on over to the Youth Center. I can think of a few people who'll be really happy to see you and even more than happy to help you out."
Kim tensed in his arms. "I don't know, Jason."
"I thought you came home for a visit because you were tired of being depressed and alone," he reminded her of her words to Sarah about her visit. "Hiding in a motel room isn't going to get the job done."
"I know. It's just... I'm not sure I'm ready to see him. I don't know if I can face Tommy--see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes."
"You're going to have to face him sooner or later."
"He probably hates me... ."
"I won't lie to you, Kim; you hurt Tommy worse than even having his powers stolen twice did, but he doesn't hate you. You know he's not the sort to carry a grudge. In spite of everything, he cares about you, but he's still hurting--just like you are. He needs time to heal."
"I never meant to hurt him like that," Kim whispered, "and now he has Kat to ...." Her tone was melancholy as her voice trailed away. She looked up at Jason with tear-filled eyes. "I wish I could take back that letter and put things back the way they used to be."
Jason smiled at her kindly and stroked her hair. "Kim, I've always believed that everything that happens to us, happens for a reason. If you really love Tommy, let it go. Let him and Kat enjoy what they have."
"They're both my friends; I don't want to cause them any trouble. I've already done enough of that," Kim replied, her words laced with self-directed censure. She sat up and sighed heavily, as if a great weight rested on her shoulders. However, when she spoke again, the sharp edge was gone. "I just want him to be happy; that's all."
"It takes an awful lot of love to do what you think is best for someone else and not yourself," Jason said, sitting up as well and pulling her into his arms to cuddle her reassuringly. "One of these days, when the hurt has faded, Tommy is gonna realize that there had to be more going on than you simply falling out of love with him," he pointed out. "In fact, I'm pretty sure that's one of the reasons he never called you about the letter; he's afraid that that might really be the truth. But when he does finally work up the nerve to talk to you about all this, you'll have your chance to tell him what happened. For all you two have been through, he deserves to know the truth."
"Blaming it on a hormone-induced depression sounds like a major cop out," Kim sighed.
"It isn't a cop out. That depression is very real. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that went through my head when it hit me. And Billy ... I'm almost positive his refusing the Gold Ranger Powers had more to do with bitter dregs than anything else. Tommy may never bottom out as deeply as you did, but he'll feel its touch, and he'll understand how it could drive you to do what you did."
Kim was silent for a long while, considering his words.
"It'll be hard seeing him with Kat, though," she said at last.
Jason didn't doubt that for a moment. "Just be patient," he said, returning to the point. "When the time is right, you and Tommy can have a long talk about it and sort it all out." Kim hung her head, and Jason tilted her chin up, giving her a smile of encouragement. "If you and Tommy are truly meant to get back together, you will."
"Do you really believe that?" Kim asked hopefully.
"Hey, when it comes to the Power Rangers, anything can happen."
She returned his smile, and her eyes were moist but not with tears of despair. Genuine happiness flickered therein for the first time since Jason had entered the room. She gave him a jubilant hug. "Thanks, Jason, for everything. You're the best."
He held her tightly, willing her to believe his words. He knew she would come around when the bitter dregs weren't so strong. To that end, he brought up the matter that started this whole line of discussion.
"So, you think you're up for that shower and trip to the Youth Center?"
"Yeah, I think I am," she replied with a beaming smile.
He caught the gleam of hungry interest that sparked in her again-bright eyes. "That's my girl."
Kim disengaged herself from Jason's arms and all but skipped over to her overnight bag to retrieve her toiletries. Jason sat back to watch the delightful way her breasts bounced and her ass rippled as she moved about the room. It was an inspiring sight.
"Could I interest you in a little fun in the shower?" he proposed, hopping out of the bed himself to follow her.
"Hm, I think you could," she agreed, tossing him a come-hither look over her shoulder and flashing him a sexy, hungry smile that was no longer desperate. She sashayed into the bathroom with a sensuous swagger to her hips. Man, her ass was cute!
"Say, is your ass still off limits...?" Jason wondered eagerly.
"Yes."
"Damn."