#bridge carson

"Okay," Jack held out a hand. "Breathe."

"Secondly, we don't know for a fact that anything is wrong," the blue Ranger added gently.

"It's been an hour and forty-seven minutes." Bridge stated with clenched hands over his knees. "She's never taken that long to respond back during the day."

The other Power Rangers glanced amongst each other sharing sympathetic looks. Their friend was not one to panic; at least not unless something seriously out of control was occurring.

"Then go check on her." Z spoke up softly, reasonably.

"We'll cover for you," added Sydney.

Warm eyes glanced up, a spark of determination.

. . .

Skipping every other step, Bridge Carson ran up the stairs of the apartment complex where you lived. Spare key in hand, he made it to the, thankfully, locked door.

This could count as an emergency, he thought as he unlocked the door and rushed inside.

"Hello? (Y/N)?"

Bridge closed the door and pocketed the key in his jeans pocket.

"(Y/N)?" He called out again as he began his search.

No one answered.

No one occupied any of the rooms. Not even a roommate.

Her bedroom is fine. The front door was locked. Bridge thought while walking back into the living room area. I could message her again. He ran his fingers through his hair roughly. But I've already sent her nine messages. No. Ten.

His head turned quickly as the front door was pushed open.

. . .

Upon entrance, you caught sight of an unexpected occupant.

"Bridge?" You asked and pushed the door closed.

The Power Ranger rushed over to you with wide frantic eyes.

"Are you alright? You didn't answer your phone. I thought someone found you."

Alarmed by Bridge's current emotional state, you reached into your pocket and checked your phone.

Ten texts?

A guilty look took over your face as you said, "It's been on silent. I'm sorry. I went to the movies while my friend was on her date there. Just in case she needed me to bail her out... I was in the back row."

Bridge exhaled as the tension left his shoulders.

"And you've been stressed out for about two hours," your added.

"Closer to three hours now."

"I'm sorry."

He squeezed his eyes shut. "I was starting to go out of my mind trying to figure out why you wouldn't answer, if you were hurt, if someone grabbed you, or if you were mad at me."

"Why in the world would I ever be mad at you, Bridge?"

He shrugged, trying to play it off as nothing. "If I said something weird."

Feeling your heart squeeze, you walked over to him and snuck your arms around his waist. "Your weird compliments my weird. And I'm safe. If anything happened, which it shouldn't, I know for a fact that I can count on you and that we would do whatever we needed to do in order to be together. All right?"

Bridge nodded without a frown nor smile. Circling his arms around you, his gaze finally met yours. Vulnerable, but no longer panicked.

"I'll send you a message next time I'm leaving the apartment, okay?" You leaned into him.

"Good." He replied quietly.

You sealed your promise with a kiss. One he accepted immediately and more passionately than expected. His gloved hands reached up to your face to keep you close for another kiss and another. Until your lips parted by only centimeters.

"I'm right here," you whispered.

"Don't go." Bridge pressed his forehead to yours.

Reaching underneath his shirt, you splade your hands across his back as his lips quivered from your touch.

"An apathetic and greedy, super powered meanie," you stated firmly, "could not drag me away from you." You pecked his lips briefly. "Especially when I know it makes you sad."

A faint smile graced his lips.

"I love you, Bridge."

"I love you, (Y/N)." His voice cracked before he kissed you again.

You caressed his back with your thumbs softly.

"Do you feel any better?" You asked against his lips.

"Relieved, more than anything." His hands skimmed down to your waist. "So relieved."

Another kiss and you were almost certain Bridge wasn't leaving your embrace any time soon.

"When are your roommates coming back?"

"One still has her date and they'll be at dinner reservations."

"And the younger one?"

"Visiting his parents across the country for the week."

At your answer, Bridge pulled you in until there was absolutely no space left between you both. A small smirk on his lips written with all sorts of ideas.

"Are you planning on staying over?" You peered down between you both and pointedly asked, "Or are you planning on kissing and cuddling for a few hours?"

He bit his lip briefly. A little apprehensive.

"Or...?" You playfully ran your fingertips down the length of his spine.

"I'd really like to go to your room--with you. Maybe, if you'd like to. We can kiss and everything, which I love to do with you. Among other things like talking, but more. I know we haven't had sex yet and we've agreed to wait until the right time. We've been busy with work and changing schedules and I'm on call at a moment's notice because I'm a Power Ranger. But I've really missed you this past week and today wasn't much help with me worrying about you for hours." Bridge took a slow inhale before continuing. "I'm here now and you're so close. And warm. It's kind of hard to think straight with your hands on my back like that."

"I think you're doing fine." You snickered slightly.

"Oh. Thank you." Bridge smiled. "Would you like to? I think I'll keep my gloves on. Not that I don't want to touch you directly, but--"

"I know." You interrupted softly. "You can keep your long sleeves on too. Just in case. I don't want you uncomfortable or overwhelmed."

"So you want to?" His grip tightened slightly in excitement.

Your stomach fluttered in anticipation and your own excitement.

"I'm a little nervous, but...yeah I want to."

"Right now?" He asked, practically grinning. All alert and nowhere near gloomy any more.

"Not in the living room." You laughed nervously.

"Wherever you want."

Bridge kissed your forehead.

Wherever, you thought over his words with a smile. Typically adorable.

Stepping out of the embrace, you grabbed one of his hands and started leading him into a short hallway. An open doorway stood on the far left.

All the while your heart rate increased as you walked inside your bedroom and narrowly missed bumping into a small bookcase.

You're with Bridge, everything's fine. Very fine.

"Can you lock the door, please?"

"Sure."

Bridge took care of the door while you went to the corner of the room to fluff up the pillows along the headboard to your liking.

We're really doing this. For real, you thought and fiddled with the comforter. And we don't have to rush. It's fine. But what position would he --

Gloved hands felt over your stomach and a slow kiss was pressed to the side of your neck. All of your rushed thoughts hushed at Bridge's touch.

"You're overthinking, aren't you?" Bridge asked from behind you as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"Yeah..."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to mess up..."

"I know we haven't had sex together, but I don't know how we'd mess up. Maybe if we fall off the bed, but you have that soft rug."

"Please don't let me fall off my bed." You hugged his arms to you.

"I won't let you fall." He rested his chin on your shoulder for a moment. "But if we're together...we can't fall separately."

"I don't want to find out."

"We might," he whispered into your ear. "But you need to take off your shoes first."

Glancing down, you found that you indeed had left your shoes on in your journey to setup your bed. You sighed.

"Let me." Bridge bent down in front of you and removed your shoes. After placing them under the bed, he did the same with his own.

Your stomach had another set of flutters as your boyfriend looked up to you underneath dark eyelashes and a happy smile on his face.

This man wants to make love to me. The emotions were starting to build already. Your heart and mind knowing how much you meant to him. How can I love him even more?

Upon standing up, Bridge cupped your face gently in his hands and kissed you. He started slow, savoring the moment and the beginning of something new. Both your hands and his explored one another more bravely. Clothes piling onto the floor and caresses turned more eager.

Leaving his long sleeve shirt on to protect his arms from unintentionally reading auras, you bunched the fabric up to his broad chest.

Ooh, you gazed at his muscles in appreciation. A lot of work ethic and protectiveness in there.

Bridge chuckled and gathered you in his arms. Giving you a generously firm kiss, he eased you down onto the bed.

"How many headstands did this take?" You asked playfully with your hands trailing up his abdomen from his taunt waistband.

"A few." He pulled a pillow closer to you as he made sure your head was properly supported. "What about you?" Bridge circled his index finger around your belly button.

"A couple of French toasts."

Laughing like a couple of lovesick youngsters, nerves faded gradually. Kisses were shared again and Bridge lounged beside you closest to the edge of the mattress. Always gentle. Always kind.

"I like you in green." Bridge murmured as he kneaded your breasts interchangeably through your green bra. Lips traveling down your neck, he hummed contently as you did.

Eyes half-lidded, you enjoyed every touch. Gloved or not. You were with Bridge and that's all that mattered. You gave his thigh a squeeze.

Your mind was in a flow of enjoyment. From the calm familiarity of your room to Bridge's continuous kisses and arousing touch, you were almost in a trance. Letting all of your senses focus on only Bridge and yourself.

Neither of you had to worry about the other's safety.

Neither of you had to pout over the phone because you couldn't find a common day off.

"I missed you," you whispered.

"I missed you too." Bridge mouthed underneath your ear. "But we're together now." His hand moved down across your abdomen and curled onto your clothed warmth. "Soon we can be closer."

The comforter wrinkled under your free hand.

"I want you to feel how much I love you." Circling his fingers, he centered more of his focus on your bundle of nerves as he spoke. "I'll always do everything I can to make you safe and happy."

Your body gradually found a rhythm with his fingers' pace. An almost dizzying amount of pleasure built rapidly between your legs.

"Bridge."

Propping himself up on one arm, Bridge watched your reactions. Transfixed by your expressions and movements. He kissed your temple briefly.

"Bridge." You breathed out his name as you chased his touch.

His hand rubbed faster and gave the perfect pressure.

A gasp escaped you as your hips bucked. "Bridge."

"Are you almost there?" He asked, hot breath sending chills down your side.

So close. Oh, Bridge. Bridge. Bridge. Breathe. You sucked in a breath.

"You can do it. Don't fight it off."

His name stumbled from your lips in a jumble as it felt like an electrical cord snapped and sent you higher. Heart racing and smile growing on your lips made you the only view your boyfriend wanted to see.

"Hey beautiful." He pecked the corner of your lips and simply beamed with joy. "Was that okay?"

Okay? Just okay? Sir.

You peered over to him and replied, "If it was just okay, I don't think I would've felt like I was slingshot halfway to the moon and loved every second of it."

His eyes widened. "Oh."

You released your grip from the comforter and touched his fair face. "My dear, sweet Bridge. That was great."

"Yeah?"

Pulling him down, you gave him a reaffirming kiss. "Really, really great."

Better even. Can it be better?

"Can I... May I...?" Bridge slowly sat up and put his thumbs underneath his waistband.

"If you can please take off mine. Please."

In a rush of hands and fabric, you were both free of any under clothes. Even your bra that Bridge favored. He only pouted for a second.

Oh, wow, you thought as you got a view of Bridge settled on his legs. A full view framed on either side by your own legs.

Knees close to touching you, gloved hands caressing your calves, a sizable member tapping his toned stomach, chest peeking out from his rolled up shirt, and a loving gaze had you all sorts of hot.

"Is that a good look you're giving me?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm appreciating the view."

"Oh." He perked up before giving you a charming smile. "I'm doing the same thing."

Delightfully comfortable and happy, you rested your arms amongst the pillows. It really was a good thing you had so many even leaning against the wall. You never did have to worry about being uncomfortable.

"Ready?" Bridge asked as he leaned forward.

"Very."

Eager and gentle, Bridge ran himself between your folds before pushing his tip into your entrance. He met your gaze and shared another smile. Waiting a moment or two, Bridge watched you carefully to gauge how you were feeling. Without a negative vocalization from you nor a firm hand, he eased himself inside.

"Oh. Wow, okay." You curled your toes at the sensations within.

"Definitely, wow." Bridge rested his forearms on either side of you and kissed your lips. "I don't think I ever want to leave this room."

Laughing in goodnature, you finger-combed his chestnut colored hair away from his forehead. "You won't hear an argument from me."

"No?" He pulled his hips back before pushing back into your warmth. His lips parted and his eyes had to refocus. "Wow. I'm not sure sure I'll last that long."

"We're not here to judge."

He thrusted again and you both shared a meaningful look. Embracing one another, pelvises met again and again. Skin meeting in a rhythm that sounded throughout your bedroom and into your ears to fill your senses with more pleasure.

"That's it," Bridge muttered into the crook of your neck as you started meeting him thrust for thrust. Your fingers messing up his hair in the process. "Do you feel good?"

Answering in a string of yesses, your legs wrapped around him. Mind in a haze of him and you, the back and forth; all of it. You felt the built up again.

Bridge grabbed one of your hands and intertwined your fingers against a pillow.

A love as you had never experienced blossomed even more within the safety and comfort of your room. Every touch was cherished, each word meaningful, and every second brought you closer together. Fully vulnerable to an extent Bridge had been cautiously hopeful to mention in appropriate moments alone.

Bridge wanted to love you in all the ways he knew of.

Tangled in a heated mess of limbs, he now had this way of expression.

"Oh, Bridge."

Your eyes were squeezed shut as he hastily rubbed your bud and thrusted at an angle that made you repetitively say his name. His panting filled your ears and you were lost to the rational world. Pleasure took over and sent you away for a glorious time.

"Ah--"

You opened your eyes to find Bridge reluctantly pulling himself from your hold and barely slipping out of you in time to release his load all over your thigh. His muscles flexed with a sheen of sweat that made you want him immediately.

"Ah." Bridge panted as he pumped the remainder of his release across your skin.

It was then that you saw the tears running down his face.

"Bridge? You okay?"

He braced a hand on the bed and took control of his breathing.

"Bridge?" You asked again, concerned.

Meeting your gaze, he smiled and said, "I just love you so much."

"You scared me for a second there." You placed a hand over your heart. "And I love you too."

Silly man. Raising my blood pressure like that.

"Let me get you cleaned up." Bridge said and took another glance at you before getting out of bed. "The little towels are in the cabinet or -- nevermind. I found them." He called from the small bathroom.

Lounging in bed and thoroughly satisfied, you did not have any worry in the world. Not then and certainly not after making love with Bridge. You could worry about the world tomorrow. Meanwhile, you had your highly empathetic boyfriend taking care of your every need.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Bridge begun cleansing you with a damp cloth after taking care of his little mess on your thigh. "Can we just lay in here a while?"

"Yes. I'm almost always up for cuddles with you. You know that."

"Just checking." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Always the sweet, tender one, you mused to yourself.

Sweet, indeed.

With bottled waters on the nightstand and a few snack options nearby, the two of you curled up on your bed. Pillows galore and kisses to share kept you both incredibly relaxed.

"And to think, I thought I would've had to wait another week to see you," you nudged your nose against his.

He smiled. "To think you were afraid of falling off the bed."

"Didn't you put that in my head?"

He squinted his eyes. "Kinda."

"But we're okay." You smiled.

Bridge pulled you closer by your lower back. "I think we're more than okay."

And immensely happy.

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