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Notes: This picks up where Things Change leaves off. Credit for the title belongs to The Drifters and the very nice song that it came from.
"Rocky--phone!"
Swearing under his breath, Rocky grabbed his towel again and plodded down the hallway. At the rate he was going, he was never going to get his shower taken.
"Who is it?" he demanded of his brother, who looked so smug Rocky wanted to wipe the know-it-all grin off his face.
"A girl," was the smarmy, singsong reply, and the elder DeSantos wished he'd have at least put on his underwear so he could snap the bane of his home existence with his towel. He settled for brusquely snatching the receiver from him.
"Get lost," he hissed sharply.
"Mom... Rocky got a call from a girl...."
The Blue Ranger sighed. What was the big deal about that? It was probably just Tanya or.... "Hello?"
"Hi, Rocky."
"Hey, Kat."
"Are you busy right now?"
"Not really. I was just going to jump in the shower. What's up?"
"Mmm, a shower sounds like fun," Kat purred throatily.
Grinning roguishly and adopting a seductive tone, he invited, "Care to join me, my dear?"
"I thought you'd never ask. Be there in a flash."
Rocky's heart skipped a beat as he raced back down the hallway. It had been forever since he'd shared a shower with one of the girls; the last time he'd tried showering with someone at home had been with Aisha. At the time, the other bathroom had been out of commission, so a parade of siblings kept interrupting.... He grinned, remembering how panicked he'd been about getting caught and how hard Aisha tried to stifle her giggles. It had been pretty funny, but at the time, he'd been more frustrated than anything else.
About the time he had the water going and set just right, he heard the hum of an incoming teleportee. Rocky turned, and his smile of greeting turned into a gape of pure astonishment. Kat was all dolled up like she'd just been on a date, and it was sort of strange not to see her in pink. The sheathe, with it's tiny spaghetti straps and impossibly high off-center slit clung to her curves like a second skin, and the shade of blue matched her eyes almost perfectly.
Rocky swallowed hard. Damn, but she was gorgeous! For a moment, all he could do was stare. Kat had it all: looks, intelligence, the sweetest disposition, and more class than any woman in Angel Grove had a right to have. And it was with a pang of regret that he added, and a boyfriend, to the list.
"Aren't you going to say hello, Rocky?" she teased, flashing him a warm smile.
She had given him that smile any number of times, and it never failed to turn his knees to Jell-O.
"Hello, Rocky," he joked weakly. "Wow. You look awesome!"
"Thank you." Was it his imagination, or had Kat just blushed? "You look pretty awesome, too."
Her face was lit with amusement and appreciation as her gaze traveled the length of his tanned body. Impossibly, he felt the heat in his own cheeks as he realized just how noticeable his admiration was. Rocky gave himself a mental shake. He was being silly. Kat hadn't rattled him like this since she first joined the team.
"So, where'd Tommy take you that you got all fancied up for?" he asked, trying to regain his equilibrium.
"No place. I think he's over at Jason's. I just felt like dressing up," she explained with a nonchalant shrug.
"Oh." Rocky felt like kicking himself; he was still staring. He'd just realized that Kat's dress was so tight that she couldn't be wearing any underwear underneath --at the very least, no bra. Her nipples pressed hard against the stretchy fabric, looking oh-so-suckable! Ah well, Tommy's loss was his gain.
"So ... are we just going to stand here drooling over each other or what? I thought you invited me over for a shower."
"I sure ... um ... did...." Rocky lost his voice as Kat kicked off her Mules and slid the straps off her shoulders. There was something in the way her dress just began falling away from the creamy swell of her breasts....
"We don't want the water to get cold, do we?" she continued, holding his gaze with her smoky, heavy-lidded eyes and sultry, curving lips. Then, slowly, she peeled herself out of her dress, baring herself to him in a way she'd never, ever done before.
The Blue Ranger's breath caught in his throat as he avidly watched her flirty striptease. He'd never seen Kat in a mood like this. He had considered himself pretty jaded when it came to sex; he figured he had seen and done everything with his friends. So why was Kat getting undressed like this sending his blood pressure off the charts and making his dick so hard he thought it would burst?
Katherine slithered out of the slinky, sapphire gown and casually dropped it. The fabric pooled about her feet. Rocky had been wrong about the underwear --if the itty-bitty g-string could be classified as an undergarment. There was something very deliberate about the way she eased the blue triangle down. Rocky stifled a groan as he imagined what the scene would have looked like from the rear angle.
His teammate stepped out of the puddle of cloth carefully, approaching him with lusty intent. She pressed herself close, her wonderfully soft breasts mashing against his chest and her knowing hands skimming down to his hips, brushing his towel away. Her fingers curled around his pulsing rod, and his head canted back as a sigh of pure pleasure passed his lips.
I've died and gone to heaven!
Kat spoke, her breath hot against the side of his neck, sending shivers racing up and down his spine. "Let's get wet and slippery."
In his haste to do just that, Rocky stumbled over the side of the tub. He grinned sheepishly at his companion, who followed more gracefully, and while laughter danced in her eyes, it wasn't the sort to mock. Almost as soon as the curtain was closed behind them, the two moved together, drawing each other into a lingering kiss as they luxuriated under the hot spray.
Rocky really enjoyed kissing Katherine; she had a wonderful mouth, and he wanted to know every part of it. Her lips were so very, very soft, and her tongue danced with his more erotically than anyone else's. While their mouths were engaged, Kat must have retrieved the bottle of liquid soap, because Rocky suddenly felt something cold and thick slathered on his chest. His involuntary gasp broke their kiss, but his lover quickly swooped in to reclaim his tongue.
Her hands glided over his flesh knowingly, tracing down the line of his sternum, outlining his pectorals, drizzling down the ripples of his abdominals. They flowed upwards to encompass his muscular arms and eased around to massage his back. He moaned deep in her mouth as her hands wandered lower still.
His hands weren't idle either. Even though he couldn't find the bottle of soap, their proximity was such that Kat was covered in the suds she spread all over Rocky's body. He wiggled against her, pressing their bodies together, delighting in the sensuous friction. Then, he smoothed his palms over her silky flesh, following the slope of her shoulders, exploring the swell of her breasts.... He had to pause to savor the feel of her luscious mounds in the cup of his hands. If he hadn't cared for the taste of soap, he might have drawn one into his mouth. As it was, the gasp of pleasure he elicited from her as his fingers pinched down to sweetly torment her rosy nipples filled him with pride. It always pleased him to make Kat moan like that; Tommy was a very skilled lover. Shoot, the guy could make him feel pretty incredible when he put his mind to it! To know that he could make her feel so good was the greatest feeling of accomplishment in the world. And she rewarded him with yet another low growl as his hands continued down to the warmth between her legs; as he stroked her pouty pink slit, a shudder ran down her spine, and she held onto him more tightly.
"Oh, Rocky," she gasped.
He loved being with her like this --when he wasn't the one tripping-- more so than any of the other girls on the team. It was something he didn't dwell on because he knew that there wasn't a thing he could do about it, but if he wanted to be totally honest with himself, he had to admit that he was in love with Kat and had been for a very long time. But, she was in love with Tommy and had been from the get go. He wouldn't say that that didn't hurt, but if that's what made Kat happy, then that's what he wanted for her. Still, he couldn't help pretending sometimes, when his suped-up hormones weren't involved, that when he was with Kat, they were making love --real love; like Adam and Tanya shared-- and that she could tell how he felt about her in the way that he touched her.
Of course, that was probably the only way he'd ever be able to tell her he loved her, because he honestly didn't know if he could say the words. As long as they were just friends, he could tell her anything, but the thought of telling her the truth scared the bejeebers out of him. So for now, he'd tell her with his touch, and make the most out of the opportunity that chance had given him, to be with Kat without interfering in her relationship with Tommy....
... and without Tommy pulverizing me! he quipped silently. It was a good thing none of them were the jealous-type; if even one person hadn't known how to share, there'd have been hell to pay.
Kat squeezed his cheeks, which distracted him from his thoughts, and as her fingers teased the cleft, Rocky's head fell back, and he raised his eyes heavenward in thanksgiving.
"Thank you for power side effects!" he sighed with all due sincerity.
"Oh, you're spiking?" Kat queried, pulling him back into another juicy kiss; however, her query had rattled the Blue Ranger.
"No, aren't you?" Come to think of it, he hadn't felt the rise of a sympathy spike.
"No."
Rocky jumped back as if someone had doused him with ice cold water. "Then what are you doing here?!"
He'd never had a problem being with Kat (or for that matter Tanya and Kim --the other 'involved' girls) in the name of hormone spikes, but he couldn't --he wouldn't-- betray a friend with his girlfriend no matter how much in love with her he was!
"Right now, there's no place I'd rather be and no one I'd rather be with than here with you."
He didn't know what to make of her words, but they did nothing to reassure him.
"Did ... um ... you and Tommy have a fight?"
"No, but we had a talk."
Rocky was more confused than ever. Kat noticed this and sighed.
"Let's rinse off, then go some place to talk."
'Some place' turned out to be the roof. Rocky sat uneasily next to Kat in his favorite hiding place on the top of his house. It had a great view, but no one could see that anyone was up there. Among the location's many uses, it was a great place to masturbate, and man, did he wish he could do so now.
He snuck a peek at the woman next to him. She hadn't put her dress back on, but had instead asked to borrow something warmer. By the time he had dried off and headed down to his bedroom, Kat had already teleported in. He found her wearing her tiny panties and his favorite, most comfortable sweatshirt. The sight had his hormones simmering just on the right side of uncontrollable. Oh, did she make that shirt look good! Especially when she stood with her hands on her hips, that one leg extended long, as she eyed him expectantly, waiting for him to get dressed. This was one hand-me-down Miguel wasn't getting his mitts on!
At the moment, the Pink Ranger was sitting with her knees pulled up close to her chest, her arms draped around them loosely. The way her bare thigh curved up into the swell of her bottom, just peeking out from under the hem of the jersey.... Rocky let out a long, slow breath. He had a boner to rival any hormone-induced hard-on he'd ever had, and it was awfully difficult to concentrate on what Kat was saying.
"It's really quite lovely up here," Kat said when the silence had worn on long enough. "It sure beats my roof; the only thing I can really see is my backyard."
"Your roof?"
"Remember when you guys went camping and I was stuck home with my relatives? I took your advice and tried it out," she admitted with a blush.
"Man, I wish I could have been there," Rocky joked.
"Me, too."
That admission quelled the moment of levity.
"Tommy and I talked the other day," Kat went on, getting to the reason they were perched among the eaves. "We both decided it wasn't working out between us."
Now he understood what was going on! Kat had always loved Tommy; she had to be hurting pretty badly right now, like when Shawn had dumped Tanya, but only a thousand times worse. While he would have expected tears or something, he could see her wanting the comfort of a friend. He draped his arm over her shoulder to offer her a sympathetic hug. As much as he should have been elated that Kat was now free, he wouldn't have wished this hurt on her for anything.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out for you guys," he said with all sincerity.
"I'm not."
Her answer absolutely floored him.
"I don't get it," he blurted out. "You've had a thing for Tommy since you first laid eyes on him, and you tried so hard to help him get over Kim...." Then, a light clicked on in his head.
"Tommy still has a thing for Kim, doesn't he? He found out about the dregs and that she hadn't really meant to dump him, so he dumped you to be with Kim again.... That is so low....!" Rocky sputtered, furious on Kat's behalf.
"Take it easy, Rocky," Kat laughed gently. "I told you, our break-up was a mutual decision. I've always known that he had unresolved feelings for Kim ... that he probably still loved her. Also, I've always suspected that she never really meant to send that letter. Now, they'll be able to work things out ... maybe even have a second chance, or at the very least, find some closure. I wish them well, whatever the outcome."
"If it was me, I'd be pissed as all get out to find out that the person I was dating never really loved me and that all those months together had been a waste of time."
"Rocky, Tommy and I do love each other --more than friends but less than lovers, and our relationship was not a waste of time. If I'd never gone out with Tommy, I would have gone on believing that I was romantically in love with him when I wasn't. If he and I had never dated, I would never have figured out that I was really in love with you."
That Rocky was shocked was putting it mildly. He was so stunned that he lost his balance and went sliding down the shingles.
"Rocky!" Kat yelped and threw out a hand to catch him. Even though he knew he should be climbing back up before he pulled her arm out of the socket, all he could do was stare up at her in astonishment.
"Y-you love me?" he gulped; he felt hope surging within him. He knew he had to be wearing the most ridiculous, goofy grin in the universe, but he couldn't help himself.
"I think so," she answered, favoring him with a brilliant smile. "I'd like the chance to find out for certain, so don't go getting yourself killed before I can make up my mind."
She helped haul him up, and Rocky jubilantly threw his arms around her, crushing her lips to his in a wild kiss. This was almost too good to be true. He'd been wanting to hear her say that for so long ... and now to actually hear it....
"I must be dreaming!" he gasped, too excited to linger in the exchange. "Pinch me, and wake me up!"
"If you insist, but I'd rather kiss you," she teased.
He was all for that and leaned into the exchange; however, he paused as every old argument that he had ever had with himself about his general lack of success with women came surging to the fore.
"Why me?" he asked. Normally, the question was why not me?' and he was curious to know why Kat would choose him over Tommy or any of the others.
"Why not? You're smart, cute, fun to be with ... you're also thoughtful, caring, responsible ... what's not to like about that? And you make me feel good ... you make me feel special.
"I remember something Kim and I talked about before she left. I'd asked her how she and Tommy could have a meaningful sexual relationship when they had to share each other with the rest of the team all the time. She told me that they could because every time they made love together, it was different than when they had sex with other partners. Even if it was a wild hormone fuck, somehow Tommy always managed to make her feel special and loved."
Rocky knew what she was talking about; after Adam and Tanya had started getting serious, he had talked with his best friend. He could do Tommy's girlfriends with no problems, but he wasn't sure he could do Tanya once she became Adam's. Adam had told him much the same thing about his sexual relationship with Tanya. "It's different when you're with someone you love." Rocky could relate; after all, his encounters with Kat were very different from sleeping with the other girls. They meant more to him.
"Once I took an honest look back, I realized I'd never felt like that when Tommy and I were intimate," Kat confessed softly, to Rocky's amazement. "It was good, and Tommy is an awesome partner; there was real caring between us, but it wasn't special. The only time I felt like that ... was when I was with you."
Rocky didn't know what to say, and Kat leaned in close, as if in slow motion, her lips gently grazing his skin. "That's what you've been trying to tell me all those times we were together: that I was special to you."
"You knew?"
"A girl can tell when a guy is really making love to her."
This time, Rocky didn't even try to find the words; he simply drew Kat to him and put his heart into his kiss. And to his immense joy, he could feel hers responding in kind. After that first, tender declaration of love, passion took over.
Rocky's hands roamed everywhere, sliding through Kat's shimmering tresses, skimming down her back, creeping up under her sweatshirt.... He wanted to take this slowly, this first time with his girlfriend (man, did it feel good to say that at last!), but his jubilation would not be contained. His excitement seemed to be contagious, for Kat's responses --her questing hands-- were as enthusiastic as his.
As he began trailing kisses down the side of the Pink Ranger's neck, he began pushing the blue jersey up. Kat just as eagerly pulled it over her head then melted into Rocky's waiting arms.
"Hold me," she murmured, and he was only too glad to do so, reveling in the sensation of her soft, warm flesh pressed against him. He buried his face in the golden silk of her hair. Kat's breath was hot against his skin, and her mouth teased him with tiny licks and bites.
After a long, delicious embrace, Kat whispered into his ear, "Tell me you love me."
But when he opened his mouth to say as much, she laid a silencing finger across his lips. He was a bit puzzled until she added, "...the way you've always said it."
Rocky wanted nothing better. Their precarious perch was all but forgotten as his mouth made its way down her throat. She flowed with him instinctively, easing back as his lips traveled to the pleasing slope of her breasts. He indulged himself, admiring the tempting mounds with their pretty pink tips ripe with her desire. Though taut already, he felt them stiffen further at his touch.
Kat moaned softly as he drew one sweet center into his mouth. He took his time, leisurely licking about the areola, flicking his tongue across the turgid nub, trading back and forth between her quivering globes. Her contented sighs, delighted squeals and needy whimpers were music to his ears. Raising his eyes, Rocky drank in the sight of her rapturously beaming face. Her body undulated gently against him as her passion mounted; she pressed him more deeply into her bosom, and her hips bucked against him with growing urgency.
"Ohh, Rocky," she gushed pleadingly. He took the hint and kissed his way down her trembling belly.
Recalling their uncertain location, the two adjusted themselves, Kat bracing and balancing herself as Rocky positioned himself between her legs, his fingers tangling in the strings of her panties as he peeled the blue triangle away. He made a mental note to retrieve them from the gutter --where he'd accidentally tossed them-- later. At the moment, nothing was going to keep him from the luscious feast before him. Draping Kat's coltish legs over his shoulders, he leaned in to french kiss her hot, juicy pussy.
"Ohhh, yes...." Kat growled, her frantic bucking and writhing nearly toppling them over, and her cries were growing ever louder. Her legs clamped tight about her partner's head, urging him deeper. Somehow, she had kept track of the shirt she had borrowed and now crammed the cotton into her mouth; thus muffled, she could vocalize to her heart's content.
His tongue toyed with her precious pearl until wanton quakes ripped through her as her orgasm crested. Rocky didn't draw away but lapped up every drop of nectar she offered him then lightly soothed her tremors away, licking gently until he felt her body relax. Only then did he sit up and give her an I-did-good-huh?' grin, his cheeks and chin glistening with her come. She rose up to meet him and plundered his mouth with a stirring kiss.
"Shall I 'tell' you how much I love you?" she queried, smiling mischievously, and as her mouth began its southward descent over his firmly muscled chest, Rocky began to wonder if he was going to be able to keep from sliding off. Rooftop masturbation was difficult enough; however, when Kat's teeth grazed his nipple, all the Blue Ranger could come up with was what roof?
Slowly, teasingly, his lover's lips caressed and tasted him; there was no ripple or contour untouched. She paused but briefly to nuzzle her cheek against the tanned hardness of his pecs. Meanwhile, her fingers were not idle --exploring, tantalizing ... pinching his nipples so expertly that if he'd have been Billy, he'd have already shot one load. It was his turn to serenade her with his hungry pleas and satisfied moans. His hips rose and fell in search of contact, his cock twitching in anticipation.
She didn't disappoint. Even as she kissed and nibbled her way down his abdominals, her fingers tugged at the waistband of his loose boxers, stripping him ... freeing his anxious anatomy. He watched Kat's eyes light up as his worshipful cock sprang toward her. He liked the way her blue orbs practically glowed, and the hungry smile as she licked her lips reduced him to a blob of simmering hormones. As captivating as her expression was, Rocky's eyes fluttered shut in bliss as her slender digits encircled his shaft.
For several maddening, seemingly unending moments, she simply held him --nothing more. The contact became an excruciating tease, and Rocky whimpered in supplication even as his hips tried to create the friction his girlfriend denied him. Then, like a bird of prey swooping in for the kill, Kat went down on him, burying a good portion of his dick in the depths of her throat.
"Ohhhhh....." he moaned, all but insensible with pleasure as she withdrew only to impale her tonsils a second time, her sunny hair tickling his groin with every stroke. Then, she eased off, her tongue coming into play as it lovingly bathed the length of his manhood. Her oral digit swirled about his sensitive, swollen cap, flicking at the vee and lapping up the precome. Her fingers trailed down to cup his balls, squeezing gently as she once again ensconced his rod in her mouth, her head moving with a steady, erotic rhythm.
Rocky wondered where his shorts had gotten to as he realized he was moaning quite loudly (granted, it was unlikely that anyone would catch them up there, but caution was second nature to them, and it'd be just his luck for one of his siblings to open a window at the wrong moment). However, he was swiftly reaching the point where he was beyond caring if Mondo and a horde of Cogs materialized right in front of him! His cock was like a lightening rod; Kat's blowjob was the storm and her tongue the electric bolt that had white-hot energy racing through his veins ... overloading his senses.... His muscles coiled, his nuts drawing up ... the come surging....
"... almost...." he gasped, and Kat abruptly stopped. "K-Kat!?" he rasped in disbelieving protest; however, she shifted until she flowed over his lap and lowered herself onto his pulsating prick. They moaned in exquisite harmony as her velvet walls enveloped him and he was sheathed balls-deep within them.
Tongues twining together, hands pressing each other close, the two moved as one, finding their rhythm with practiced ease. Kat wrapped her legs around Rocky's waist as he thrust into her, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back as she clung to him. He longed to play with her tits, which bounced so enticingly as they rocked together, but he had his hands full of her creamy asscheeks, and his tongue was busy tangoing with hers. Their kiss devoured one another's growing cries of ecstasy as their movements became shorter, sharper ... the primal beat becoming more insistent ... irresistible ... inevitable....
Though hovering on the brink of a hellacious orgasm, Rocky noted his fingers' proximity to someplace very interesting, and he broke the kiss, unable to repress his impish grin.
"Rocky...." Kat pleaded breathlessly, trying to recapture his mouth. Her lover paused to admire the sight of her flushed, passion-filled face ... her quivering breasts.... Then, he reached deeper and found the valley between those sweet cheeks he held.
"Rocky!" she gasped as he slipped a finger up her bum, and moments later, she rose up, head falling back, spine arching, offering her breasts to her lover as her ecstatic cries filled the air.
As Kat's pussy clenched him tight, he availed himself of those delectable swells, burying his face in her flesh as he felt his own climax crash through him.
Slowly, their rocking ceased, but they made no effort to separate. The only sound was their ragged breathing. Kat sagged forward exhaustedly, smiling as her forehead came to rest against his.
"Wow," she murmured with a tired, girlish giggle.
"Yeah?" he queried hopefully; try as he might, Rocky couldn't hide a flicker of disappointment.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really," he assured her, stroking her hair. "This may sound kind of silly, but I sort of wanted my first time with my girlfriend to be really romantic. I just wanted it to be perfect for you.... I certainly never imagined shingle-burn in the scenario," and he ruefully rubbed his bottom.
Kat laughed merrily. "Oh Rocky, it was perfect --perfectly you, roof-burn included."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I love you," he sighed, saying the words aloud for the first time as he hugged her close, and the two rubbed noses in an eskimo kiss. Kat slid off his lap and made herself as comfortable as possible (her own backside was feeling a little raw), her back resting against his chest, his arms wrapped about her, keeping her warm. The two sat in companionable silence.
"Can I ask you something?" Rocky asked suddenly. "Did Tommy ever have a pet name he called you?"
It was something he'd always been curious about. He could recall Tommy calling Kim 'Beautiful,' but he couldn't remember him calling Kat anything like that.
"Sometimes he called me 'Blue Eyes,'" she answered. She craned her head back to look up at him. "You're not going to be comparing our relationship with mine and Tommy's all the time, are you?"
"Naw ... I was just wondering," he said with a shrug. "I just thought that if I did have a special nickname for you, I didn't want it to be the same one he used."
"Isn't 'Kat' nickname enough?"
"It's not a 'term of endearment,'" Rocky proclaimed loftily, beginning to warm to the subject. Kat rolled her eyes in response. "How about 'Kitten?'"
"Call me that and I just may have to hurt you," she grumbled warningly.
"Oh?" Mischief sparkled in his eyes.
"I despise being called 'Kitten' --well, by anyone other than my parents. It was all right when I was seven.... It's all my uncle's fault! I know he does it just to annoy me, but the way he calls me 'Kitten' is just like the way Rita calls Kimberly 'Kimmie.'"
"I don't know ... I think I like it. It's cute," he needled.
"All right, if you want to call me 'Kitten,' that's fine. Then I'll go ask your mother what her favorite nickname for you is."
Rocky shot her a look of horror. "You wouldn't ... would you?" There was steel in those sweet blue eyes. "Maybe I should call you 'Tiger.' You sure fight dirty."
"I learned from the best," she jibed, gently digging an elbow into his ribs. "Besides, whatever happened to WildKat?'"
"Hm ... I'd forgotten about that one, but you're not always wild; sometimes you're nice and warm and soft and snuggly and sweet and...."
Kat smothered his recitation with a kiss that swiftly reached passionate proportions when....
Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. Beep. Beep.
"Damn," Rocky muttered. "Zordon's timing stinks!"
"Oh, I don't know; he could have signaled us a few minutes ago," Kat pointed out as she reached for the loaned sweatshirt, and Rocky struggled to get his shorts back on.
"True, but things were just getting interesting again."
"Look on the bright side. A battle means the beginnings of a new batch of power hormones," she reminded him with a knowing leer.
"Who needs power hormones?" he murmured huskily, making a grab for her.
"Be-have," she ordered as sternly as possible around a giggle. "Well, we might need them if we want Adam and Tanya to celebrate our getting together with us."
"Ah, a woman after my own heart!" he sighed dramatically. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."
"Say good-bye, Rocky," Kat said, activating her teleporter.
"Good-bye, Rocky!"
And the two vanished in a mingled flash of blue and pink light.