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prficathons2011-09-28 09:24 pm
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Fic: In the Pink
Title: In the Pink
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pockythoughts
Recipient's name:purplestripe66
Rating: PG-13. Here there be sexual innuendos and Ranger ladies in their underwear.
Pairing: Ashley/Karone
Summary: For the prompt “happy fluff”. After taking up Kendrix’s position as Pink Ranger, Karone finds herself suddenly sympathetic to her friends’ weird compulsion for wearing their colors. Clearly a shopping expedition is in order.
***
To Ashley's surprise, Terra Venture's commercial district turned out to be the home of one very nice mall. This was a great thing, as far as she was concerned. After everything that had happened lately, she needed a good shopping excursion to take her mind off things. Other people had meditation, Ashley had retail therapy. Her shopping companion, however, didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm.
"After all times I made fun of you guys for wearing your colors," Karone lamented. "This must be karma."
"It can feel a little weird, I know," Ashley empathized. "But look at it this way - if you're feeling the need to wear your color, it means you were able to bond fully with Kendrix's morpher. And that's a good thing, right?"
"I guess," Karone replied glumly.
Ashley's chest ached in sympathy. She hated to see Karone so upset, but she understood. Even though the Galaxy Rangers had welcomed her to the team with open arms, Karone's past still weighed heavily on her. She felt she had no business being a Ranger at all, let alone trying to fill the shoes of their departed, beloved Pink. Ashley knew Karone well enough to know that no amount of reasoning or reassurance would convince her otherwise. It would take time - time to be successful as a Ranger, to prove her worth to herself and perhaps feel she had started to atone for her life as Astronema. But that was only a long-term solution. And in the short-term, Ashley's understanding of Karone's character was certainly not going to dissuade her from trying to cheer her up.
She scanned the racks of clothing in search of something that might suit Karone's sense of fashion and also happened to be pink. Spotting a selection of tops that might fit the bill, she all but dragged Karone over to check them out.
"Really?" Karone asked, arching an eyebrow as she skeptically fingered the fabric. “It’s so…soft.”
"Why not?" Ashley countered. "The color's not too bright, it's on sale, and the cut will make your boobs look great."
Karone rolled her eyes fondly. "You always think my boobs look great."
"Hey, just because I'm biased doesn't mean I'm not right."
That finally got a smile out of Karone. "You're a dork," she accused affectionately.
"I'm a dork who knows fashion. So will you try it on?"
"If it'll make you happy. Sure."
Ultimately, Ashley was able to use her claims of superior fashion knowledge and a bit more well-placed flattery to coax Karone into trying on a few more things. And she was right - they all looked great. Which did nothing to change the fact that Karone hated them.
"I don't see why I can't just keep wearing what I usually wear," she huffed in frustration, looking both incredibly sexy and utterly uncomfortable in the muted pink top Ashley had picked for her.
"Well, you can...but it's going to keep bothering you if you do."
Ashley remembered that feeling, and it was not a pleasant one. It was certainly one of the weirder side effects afforded by connecting to the Morphing Grid; the color compulsion had felt like bees buzzing inside her brain, and only fell silent when she satisfied it by putting on something yellow. She was fortunate enough to have liked the color to begin with, and had enough of it in her wardrobe that she was able to avoid the worst of it. Poor TJ and Carlos, though - both of them had the misfortune of being ill-prepared for their color changes, and had been cranky as anything until they were able to get their wardrobes switched over.
"Isn't there anything else I could do?" Karone asked.
"You could always dye your hair again," Ashley suggested.
Karone wrinkled her nose as though the idea smelled offensive. "Not happening."
Ashley wasn't surprised, she expected Karone's veto and had made the suggestion mostly as a joke. The outrageous hair colors were something Astronema had done, and Karone wanted no part of it.
Sighing softly in veiled frustration, Karone stripped off the pink blouse and set about lacing herself back into her top, the worn leather molding itself comfortably against the curves of her body. Ashley watched appreciatively until Karone caught her at it and acknowledged the welcome voyeurism with a wink and a sly smirk. Ashley grinned and took her by the hand.
"Come on. There are still a couple more stores I want to check out."
They worked their way through the mall in similar fashion, with Ashley continuing to make suggestions and Karone systematically shooting them down. It was discouraging. Not to the point that Ashley would give up, no, she was made of more stubborn stuff than that. But definitely to the point that she was starting to get distracted by her own interests. Like those darling yellow wedges with the cork heels over there. She could wear heels again, now that she was semi-retired and not worried about fighting monsters every day. This was definitely worth investigating.
As she gravitated toward the shoe store, she was stopped short by a tug at her arm. Still holding her hand, Karone had come to a halt and was looking thoughtfully at a nearby window display. There, adorning the mannequin, was a very lacy, very pink brassiere.
"What do you think?" Karone asked.
Ashley looked at Karone, up at the bra, and then back at Karone, lips pursing as she formed a mental picture. "I think I'd have a hard time restraining myself from doing something inappropriate if I knew you were wearing that."
Karone smirked fondly. "Flatterer. Seriously, though. I'd have to get something more practical to fight in, but do you think it would work?"
Ashley considered, having never truly thought about the possibility before. "It might," she ventured. "I don't think there's any rule that you have to wear your color visibly."
"Then I guess the only way to find out is to try," Karone said decisively. She beelined for the lingerie shop, Ashley following close behind.
Karone was much more of a no-nonsense shopper than Ashley; she wasted no time in finding a comfortable, supportive bra in soft, grayish pink cotton. But she also grabbed the same lacy pushup she'd seen in the window, winking playfully at Ashley as she plucked the hanger from the rack.
"Oh, do I get to see?" Ashley asked as they headed for the fitting rooms.
"Not till we get home," Karone replied lightly.
Ashley responded with a melodramatic whine of disappointment. "Come on. Please?"
Karone nearly shut the fitting room door on her, but reconsidered and poked her head out of the gap instead. "Uh-uh, you can't be trusted," she teased. "If you got security called on us for molesting me in a fitting room, Kai would never let me live it down."
"Spoilsport," Ashley accused. Karone just smiled sweetly and shut the door.
Ashley waited outside, pouting, until Karone emerged, ostensibly wearing one of the pink bras under her leather. She almost pounced on the reluctant Pink in her excitement to know the results. "Well?"
"I think it's working," Karone replied uncertainly.
"You don't feel as antsy anymore?" Karone shook her head and Ashley beamed, triumphant. "Then I think you solved the problem."
Helplessly infected by Ashley's enthusiasm, Karone smiled back before slipping back into the fitting room.
Karone changed and further perused the store, supplementing her new purchases with several suitable pairs of pink panties before heading toward the checkout. Ashley, on a whim, snatched up a pair of her own and got in line behind her. Karone gave her a curious look.
"Why are you getting pink ones?"
"It's another Ranger thing," Ashley explained, voice conspiratorially low. "When Rangers are...you know, involved, they can wear each other's colors. It's like acknowledging that we belong to each other."
"Oh," Karone replied, then made a face. "Wait, is that why Zhane was wearing my brother's shirt the other day?"
"Probably."
Karone wrinkled her nose. Thinking about the details of her brother's love life was not her idea of a good time. "And here I thought he had just forgotten to do his laundry again."
Ashley giggled at her reaction. “Knowing him, that’s also a possibility. So what do you think?”
Karone eyed the underwear appraisingly before responding with a wry smile, “That I’d have a hard time restraining myself from doing something inappropriate if I knew you were wearing those. And also that you should hold my place in line for a second.”
Ashley did, and when Karone returned, she spotted a telltale flash of yellow amid the bundle of pink fabric. She smiled and leaned in to kiss Karone’s cheek.
Mission accomplished.
Author:
pockythoughts
Recipient's name:
purplestripe66Rating: PG-13. Here there be sexual innuendos and Ranger ladies in their underwear.
Pairing: Ashley/Karone
Summary: For the prompt “happy fluff”. After taking up Kendrix’s position as Pink Ranger, Karone finds herself suddenly sympathetic to her friends’ weird compulsion for wearing their colors. Clearly a shopping expedition is in order.
***
To Ashley's surprise, Terra Venture's commercial district turned out to be the home of one very nice mall. This was a great thing, as far as she was concerned. After everything that had happened lately, she needed a good shopping excursion to take her mind off things. Other people had meditation, Ashley had retail therapy. Her shopping companion, however, didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm.
"After all times I made fun of you guys for wearing your colors," Karone lamented. "This must be karma."
"It can feel a little weird, I know," Ashley empathized. "But look at it this way - if you're feeling the need to wear your color, it means you were able to bond fully with Kendrix's morpher. And that's a good thing, right?"
"I guess," Karone replied glumly.
Ashley's chest ached in sympathy. She hated to see Karone so upset, but she understood. Even though the Galaxy Rangers had welcomed her to the team with open arms, Karone's past still weighed heavily on her. She felt she had no business being a Ranger at all, let alone trying to fill the shoes of their departed, beloved Pink. Ashley knew Karone well enough to know that no amount of reasoning or reassurance would convince her otherwise. It would take time - time to be successful as a Ranger, to prove her worth to herself and perhaps feel she had started to atone for her life as Astronema. But that was only a long-term solution. And in the short-term, Ashley's understanding of Karone's character was certainly not going to dissuade her from trying to cheer her up.
She scanned the racks of clothing in search of something that might suit Karone's sense of fashion and also happened to be pink. Spotting a selection of tops that might fit the bill, she all but dragged Karone over to check them out.
"Really?" Karone asked, arching an eyebrow as she skeptically fingered the fabric. “It’s so…soft.”
"Why not?" Ashley countered. "The color's not too bright, it's on sale, and the cut will make your boobs look great."
Karone rolled her eyes fondly. "You always think my boobs look great."
"Hey, just because I'm biased doesn't mean I'm not right."
That finally got a smile out of Karone. "You're a dork," she accused affectionately.
"I'm a dork who knows fashion. So will you try it on?"
"If it'll make you happy. Sure."
Ultimately, Ashley was able to use her claims of superior fashion knowledge and a bit more well-placed flattery to coax Karone into trying on a few more things. And she was right - they all looked great. Which did nothing to change the fact that Karone hated them.
"I don't see why I can't just keep wearing what I usually wear," she huffed in frustration, looking both incredibly sexy and utterly uncomfortable in the muted pink top Ashley had picked for her.
"Well, you can...but it's going to keep bothering you if you do."
Ashley remembered that feeling, and it was not a pleasant one. It was certainly one of the weirder side effects afforded by connecting to the Morphing Grid; the color compulsion had felt like bees buzzing inside her brain, and only fell silent when she satisfied it by putting on something yellow. She was fortunate enough to have liked the color to begin with, and had enough of it in her wardrobe that she was able to avoid the worst of it. Poor TJ and Carlos, though - both of them had the misfortune of being ill-prepared for their color changes, and had been cranky as anything until they were able to get their wardrobes switched over.
"Isn't there anything else I could do?" Karone asked.
"You could always dye your hair again," Ashley suggested.
Karone wrinkled her nose as though the idea smelled offensive. "Not happening."
Ashley wasn't surprised, she expected Karone's veto and had made the suggestion mostly as a joke. The outrageous hair colors were something Astronema had done, and Karone wanted no part of it.
Sighing softly in veiled frustration, Karone stripped off the pink blouse and set about lacing herself back into her top, the worn leather molding itself comfortably against the curves of her body. Ashley watched appreciatively until Karone caught her at it and acknowledged the welcome voyeurism with a wink and a sly smirk. Ashley grinned and took her by the hand.
"Come on. There are still a couple more stores I want to check out."
They worked their way through the mall in similar fashion, with Ashley continuing to make suggestions and Karone systematically shooting them down. It was discouraging. Not to the point that Ashley would give up, no, she was made of more stubborn stuff than that. But definitely to the point that she was starting to get distracted by her own interests. Like those darling yellow wedges with the cork heels over there. She could wear heels again, now that she was semi-retired and not worried about fighting monsters every day. This was definitely worth investigating.
As she gravitated toward the shoe store, she was stopped short by a tug at her arm. Still holding her hand, Karone had come to a halt and was looking thoughtfully at a nearby window display. There, adorning the mannequin, was a very lacy, very pink brassiere.
"What do you think?" Karone asked.
Ashley looked at Karone, up at the bra, and then back at Karone, lips pursing as she formed a mental picture. "I think I'd have a hard time restraining myself from doing something inappropriate if I knew you were wearing that."
Karone smirked fondly. "Flatterer. Seriously, though. I'd have to get something more practical to fight in, but do you think it would work?"
Ashley considered, having never truly thought about the possibility before. "It might," she ventured. "I don't think there's any rule that you have to wear your color visibly."
"Then I guess the only way to find out is to try," Karone said decisively. She beelined for the lingerie shop, Ashley following close behind.
Karone was much more of a no-nonsense shopper than Ashley; she wasted no time in finding a comfortable, supportive bra in soft, grayish pink cotton. But she also grabbed the same lacy pushup she'd seen in the window, winking playfully at Ashley as she plucked the hanger from the rack.
"Oh, do I get to see?" Ashley asked as they headed for the fitting rooms.
"Not till we get home," Karone replied lightly.
Ashley responded with a melodramatic whine of disappointment. "Come on. Please?"
Karone nearly shut the fitting room door on her, but reconsidered and poked her head out of the gap instead. "Uh-uh, you can't be trusted," she teased. "If you got security called on us for molesting me in a fitting room, Kai would never let me live it down."
"Spoilsport," Ashley accused. Karone just smiled sweetly and shut the door.
Ashley waited outside, pouting, until Karone emerged, ostensibly wearing one of the pink bras under her leather. She almost pounced on the reluctant Pink in her excitement to know the results. "Well?"
"I think it's working," Karone replied uncertainly.
"You don't feel as antsy anymore?" Karone shook her head and Ashley beamed, triumphant. "Then I think you solved the problem."
Helplessly infected by Ashley's enthusiasm, Karone smiled back before slipping back into the fitting room.
Karone changed and further perused the store, supplementing her new purchases with several suitable pairs of pink panties before heading toward the checkout. Ashley, on a whim, snatched up a pair of her own and got in line behind her. Karone gave her a curious look.
"Why are you getting pink ones?"
"It's another Ranger thing," Ashley explained, voice conspiratorially low. "When Rangers are...you know, involved, they can wear each other's colors. It's like acknowledging that we belong to each other."
"Oh," Karone replied, then made a face. "Wait, is that why Zhane was wearing my brother's shirt the other day?"
"Probably."
Karone wrinkled her nose. Thinking about the details of her brother's love life was not her idea of a good time. "And here I thought he had just forgotten to do his laundry again."
Ashley giggled at her reaction. “Knowing him, that’s also a possibility. So what do you think?”
Karone eyed the underwear appraisingly before responding with a wry smile, “That I’d have a hard time restraining myself from doing something inappropriate if I knew you were wearing those. And also that you should hold my place in line for a second.”
Ashley did, and when Karone returned, she spotted a telltale flash of yellow amid the bundle of pink fabric. She smiled and leaned in to kiss Karone’s cheek.
Mission accomplished.