Casual

Casual
a/n: Written for Claudiayinfa, who issued two challenges to me, and we decided on this one. I do not own Power Rangers SPD, or the Christina Aguilera song within the story. This is not a songfic. The challenge was to write a Sky/Z fic where they were both stuck at HQ on a day off, and Z dances to this song mentioned within the story, while wearing a yellow tank top and very short black shorts.

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“Z, are you sure you don’t want to come with me? We got this nice day all to ourselves, why waste it indoors?” Sydney Drew asked her roommate and friend.

“Thanks Syd, but I really have some stuff to clean up, and I wanted to maybe start reading that book you lent me,” Z told her with a smile, “but thanks for the offer. Have fun!”

Sydney shrugged her shoulders and walked out, bumping slightly into a terse Sky Tate.

“Whoa, watch it!” Sydney said to him, wondering why he was mad now, “I thought you were going into the city with Bridge and Jack?”

“I forgot that I have that report due to Cruger tomorrow. I’m going to stay behind and complete it,” Sky told her.

“Oh! Z’s staying behind too! If you finish that report anytime soon, you should stop by and say hi. No reason you guys can’t play light ball or something later!” Sydney called over her shoulder as she walked away. Sky shook his head and made his way to his dorm, deciding he would rather be doing important work than shopping anyways.

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It was some time later when Sky finally stretched his toned arms above his head, his blue t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest. He rose from his chair and looked around. There truly was nothing left to do. His half of the room was clean. He could re-read his training manual, but he had just finished that the other day. He decided to go take a walk through the hallways, to see if maybe he could catch a word with Kat. He walked down the hallway and stopped when he heard singing.

“Baby can't pretend that things ain't what they seem. All this tension on titling just exactly what we should be. Baby I don't mind us bein some kinda casual thing. Listen all I want to do for now is have you come and take all of me, can you…,” Sky walked over to the open door of Sydney and Z’s room.

All he could think was that this was a side of Z he had never seen. She was wearing these tiny little black shorts, something she would never be caught dead in otherwise, he thought. She was also wearing a tight yellow tank top that molded to her torso and chest, showing off curves he never got to see when she was in uniform. Her feet were bare, and her espresso-toned hair was loose and wavy around her upper back. It had grown some since she had come to SPD.

Sky had not liked the idea of Z coming into SPD the way she did. She was a good ranger now, but she had started out as a thief. It had taken him some time to accept the fact that she was a thief no longer. She had a passion for helping others, and she was a good listener when any of them needed someone to talk to. He was not in the habit of spilling his feelings out to anyone though, so he and Z had rarely sat down for any heart to hearts.

But damn was she good looking! She was stunning even in her gray and yellow uniform, but here, in this room, wearing only a little bit of clothing, she was stunning. Absolutely stunning. Her tan legs seemed to go on forever, and her arms were slim and looked so soft. Her skin glowed, like it was lit from within. He surmised that the glow could be coming from the heat generated while she danced.

“Put your hands on my waistline. Want your skin up against mine. Move my hips to the baseline. Let me get mine you get yours. Hang a please sign don't disturb sign. Put my back into a slow grind. Runnin' chills up and down my spine…,” Z was moving in such a fashion that Sky could not imagine someone’s hips could move like that. Her back was still to him, so he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him softly, so she did not hear him. Her earphones were clearly wedged in her ears. What would she say when she saw him? He decided it was worth the punishment when she dipped her hips to the left and the right, and ran her hand down the middle of her chest, between the valley of her breasts. She brought her hands up behind her and lifted the wealth of dark hair she possessed, letting it trickle back out of her hands like a waterfall. A dark waterfall.

“If you see me with a man understand that you can't question me. The feelings that you caught ain't my fault can't help your jealousy. If you can handle the fact that what we have has to be commitment free, then we can keep this undercover lovin' commin' hidden underneath the sheets. Can you put your hands on my waistline. Want your skin up against mine. Move my hips to the baseline. Let me get mine you get yours, but don't fall in love. Hang a please don't disturb sign. Put my back into a slow grind. Runnin' chills up and down my spine. Let me get mine you get yours…,” Z sang as she gyrated her hips in a clockwise motion, making the arousal in Sky’s pants even more blatant. It was at that moment that Z turned around, and she gasped when she saw Sky Tate standing in front of her, with lust in his eyes, and a bulge in his black pants. He waved his hand at her, like he was asking her silently not to mind him. She felt that finishing this wonderful song could not wait, and so she sang again, mindful of her movements with Sky in the room.

“So come on and freak my body we can't get nasty naughty. All night a private party. Gotta hit that spot just right, work me like a nine to five. It ain't about he kissin' and huggin' cause this is a physical lovin'; straight sweatin' our bodies are rubbin'. Gotta hit that spot just right work me like a nine to five,” she sang, only moving in small amounts, but still with an air of sensuality that drove Sky wild. He wanted to put his hands on her, make her move like she had been. He stepped towards her, ignoring the small, panicky look in her eyes. He put his right hand around her, caressing the middle of her back, or where her bra strap would be if she had cared to wear one. Sky felt the smoothness and knew this. It made him even harder. He wedged his right knee between Z’s legs and dipped her slowly backwards, her now erect nipples stretching out and fighting against the fabric of her yellow tank top. Sky brought her back up and placed her forehead against his, holding her so close she swore she could not feel even a centimeter between them. He began to lead her in a dance, using the hand on her back to dictate the way she moved and where she moved. Back and forth, their hips swaying in time, and then he was turning her around, so that her shapely ass was pressed hard against his crotch.

“We have a physical thing. We make love, but don't fall in love. We spend time, just enough so you get yours and I get mine.
No strings attached. I want your body, not your heart,” Z sang the end of the song, still moving in time with Sky. He felt so good, so solid. And the words of the song made sense. No strings attached, right? No one needed to know that right now the only thing she wanted was Sky Tate.

Z had never been one to waste time. She took out her earphones and threw them onto Sydney’s clean, pink bed. She turned around and looped her arms around Sky’s neck.

“No strings attached,” Z muttered, and then she kissed the blue ranger, sinking into the depths of her desire.

Sky could not say he was shocked. Sexuality had been radiating off the girl so clearly Bridge would have sensed it a mile away. He just returned the kiss, tangling his fingers in her soft hair. He pushed her backwards until she was next to her bed, and wedged his knee more firmly between her legs. She squirmed, feeling the friction of her undergarments against her clit. Heat and wetness began to pool between her thighs, and she moved more frantically against him, opening her mouth to accept his tongue.

It was just that, well, he was so male. So hard, and so intense as he kissed her. It was like drowning, not being able to breath or think or feel anything but Sky kissing her, holding her, caressing her. She did not flinch when he let go of her hair and put his hands between them to lift her yellow tank over her head and toss it on the floor. He removed his blue t-shirt and stepped back long enough to drink in the sight of her bare chest.

Those globes were so soft, and the nipples so pert. They were a tan color, and he wanted to fasten his mouth onto them, sucking and nibbling until she panted for him to fill her with his cock. Sky lifted her up and set her down on the edge of her bed, so that her breasts were at the perfect level.

Z gasped as Sky latched onto one of her nipples. His fingers came up to play with the other nipple, flicking it, pinching and pulling it. His lips, tongue, and teeth were imitating what he was doing with his hand, or was it the other way around? He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked it crazily with his soft tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, filling her with need.

“Sky – oh!” Z gasped as he started to pull down her shorts. She lifted her ass so he could slide them off of her and onto the floor. Her black panties had gone with the shorts, and she was naked on the edge of her bed.

“Spread your legs,” Sky softly commanded her, and she did as he asked, spreading her knees and thighs apart, exposing her dripping wet cunt. The tiny dark hairs were perfectly trimmed, making Sky lick his lips in anticipation. He knelt before her, liked one kneels at an altar, and stuck out his tongue. He licked her wet slit from the bottom to the top, brushing the clit with his tongue briefly. Z laid back, panting with pleasure.

Sky loved that he could do this to her, make her feel this way. He lapped at her entrance a few times before changing his aim to her clit. Her sucked the pearl into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, making Z arch her back.

“God, don’t stop!” Z gasped for air, and tangled her hands in Sky’s hair as he assaulted her pussy.

She smelled all woman to Sky, sweet and bitter all at once. She tasted the same, and he could not get enough of the juice that steadily dripped from her honeyhole. He flattened his tongue against her clit and rubbed it in circles, driving her so wild that her body started to shake. He could tell she would be reaching climax soon. He sped up his assault, increasing suction and nibbling, until he felt her whole body tighten up.

“Ungh! God – Sky!” Z yelled, as spasms made her pussy become a vise, and white cream issued from the same place, dripping out onto her bed. Sky lapped the honey up, loving the taste of it. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them while she was still recovering, stroking himself a few time to make sure he was hard as a rock. He needed to be inside of Z, stroking her, filling her up with his flesh.

“Move onto your pillow,” Sky told her gently. She looked at him with crossed eyes before moving. Sky climbed onto the bed, with his rigid member waving about for her to see. He lowered himself down between her legs, and urged her to spread her thighs once again.

“You are unmerciful, Tate,” Z teased him.

“I need to be inside you now,” Sky told her fiercely. Z knew he meant it. She spread her thighs, and Sky placed himself at her entrance. He looked down at her and asked her silently for permission. She nodded, and he immediately thrust into her.

Pleasure shot through her as he sheathed himself in her to the hilt, his dick filling her so. She was so tight from just coming, so wet from the same. Sky did not know how long he would last in this perfect environment, but he would try to give her a ride she would never forget. He began to move, slowly at first, thrusting deep and intently. His hips moved in waves, touching every part of her that had not been touched by his tongue.

After some time the scraping on his back and the pulling of his hair urged him to go faster and harder. So he did. He began to piston in and out of Z, making her grab onto him for stability. She tugged his head down to hers and captured his lips while he moved. Their tongues played tug of war while he pounded into her. He let go of her lips and moved back, lifting her ass up off the bed so that he could enter her from a slightly different angle. He supported her, and drove into her, so that she could feel every bit of her pussy stretching to the limit.

Sky felt it before Z did, the tightening of her vaginal muscles around his cock, the way she became ultra slick at that point. And then she was coming again, bucking against him. It was at this point that Sky finally lost control, thrusting erratically as his own climax exploded. He pulled out of her hot cunt quickly, and sprayed her chest and stomach with his semen. Z panted and twitched in the aftermath of her second orgasm, and Sky got off the bed to get her a towel. All he could find was one of Z’s nightshirts. He tenderly wiped his love juice off of her and threw the shirt into the hamper. Then he climbed in bed next to his seductive little Z, spooning her against his bare chest.

“No strings attached?” he asked her.

“Let’s not define it right now. Let it be. The others will be back sooner or later. I don’t know about you, but if it gets in the way of our work as rangers, we had best keep it casual,” Z suggested.

“Casual, yeah. Of course, staying home on days off is starting to look more and more attractive now,” Sky told Z as he planted a small kiss on her right shoulder.

Yeah, casual.