A/N: Takes place immediately after the Power Rangers Super Megaforce episode, 'United as One'. Troy/Emma centric, Somewhat of a PWP (Plot-what-Plot).

Rated- M

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters. Plot is strictly mine.

Unconventional

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The gang was still at the park. Earlier in the day, the Super Megaforce Megazord was damaged and required serious repairs. Thankfully, a certain Pink Power Ranger employed unusual tactics to keep Desolar busy, while they fixed the Megazord.

From his spot, Troy, the Red ranger, watched his friends. He laughed at their nonsensical acts—Jake chasing after Gia, physically and romantically, Noah assisting Orion fly the kite gifted, and Emma capturing their moments. His prismatic eyes stayed on the Emma, the heart of the team. She was the first to extend the hand of friendship, welcoming him to their circle of friends and new school. She saw the good in everything and everybody, and she was talented—a photographer, singer, a Kung Fu master. Her smile brightened the gloomiest of days, her dreams and hopes irradiated among them.

Taking a break, Emma made her way to Troy. She placed her camera to the side of her. "Hey, why aren't you out there," she asked him. "Are you still thinking about Robo Knight?"

"No, but I'm sure he's out there, somewhere," he answered. He noticed an eight legged creature nesting in her hair. "Stay there, don't move." He intently stared. When the bug began to tickle across, he snatched it.

"Huh," Emma, confused, wondered. Her eyes parted bigger, when he opened his hand. Instead of killing the arachnid, he released it. Together, they spectated, as it crawled away. She broke away, her eyes slid to look at him. Like Troy, she held him to such a high esteem. As her leader, of course she did. He led her through the battles, taught her a thing or two, and he never showed fear. As a friend, he, too, respected the animals of the Earth, big or small, grotesque or not, and he was a great listener. Not to mention, he was absolutely dreamy.

When Emma and Troy locked eyes, they began to lean in closer. Neither were dating anyone. They often flirted for kicks, but there was an underlying attraction. They've wanted to act on their feelings, but never did—until now.

"Hey," Jake yelled. Gia shoved him. His obliviousness was shown. "Ow, what was that for?"

"Are you kidding me," the Yellow ranger retorted. She grunted in frustration, her arms crossing over her chest heatedly. "You know what they were about to do, right!?"

Troy could have punched the Black/Green ranger. Hell, he could have made him clean the all the Zords for that move. He clenched his teeth, preventing a sudden outburst. "Yeah," was his reply.

"We're all going to Ernie's," Noah updated.

"Come on," Orion shouted, holding a kite in one hand, beckoning the two with his free hand.

Emma blushed and shrugged her shoulders. "Come on," she got up first and helped Troy do the same, her smile never wavering.

Several hours later, Troy was walking Emma to her house. His friends coaxed him into doing so. He kept behind her, as Emma sauntered, alert, as well as aimless. Her eyes scanned her street. The crescent moon shone in the distance, the streetlights illuminated, and people began to arrive home from work. They continued like this, for some time.

Soon, they arrived at her doorstep.

Underneath her porch lights, the two pocketed their hands, balanced on their heels and awkwardness accompanied them. "So," they said simultaneously. They chuckled after.

"Do you want to come inside," Emma blurted, before she could stop herself. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Uh," a little surprised, he stuttered. "Um, well, what about your parents?"

"They're out of town for my dad's business trip," she answered, biting her lip. "I have an older sister, but she's away at college. I pretty much have the house to myself, until Monday."

"Oh, well, yeah."

Emma smiled, as she placed her key into the key hole. She allowed him to enter first, then she turned on the lights inside and closed the door. "Take a seat at the couch. I'll grab you a drink," she left him in the living room.

Before sitting, Troy caught sight of the pictures consuming her fireplace's mantle. He browsed. There were photographs of Emma and her sister dressed alike, Emma stepping between monstrous, bamboo sticks, her parents wedding day and 20th anniversary, and a family one. He grabbed the picture with the bamboo sticks, since that interested him the most.

She returned. "What are you looking at?" He turned around, and she handed him a can of soda. She peered and explained. "That's called Tinikling. It's a traditional Filipino dance." She made herself comfortable on the black, leather couch.

He placed the frame back, grabbed the soda and sat with her. "Is it hard?"

"Sort of, you really have to listen and be in tune with song playing, otherwise, there could be an accident. Speaking from experience, those sticks hurt like a bitch," she replied with a laugh. She watched him. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, of course," he nodded, while getting more comfortable.

"I like you," she confessed.

"Emma, I like you too."

"No, I mean..." She hitched her breath, when his lips crashed onto hers. She closed her eyes, reciprocating the kiss. She moaned slightly, when his hands began to roam her body. Careful to not break the kiss, her willowy body twisted towards him, her right leg extended over his body, and she sat on his lap. Her legs rested on each side of his body, her tongue hungrily explored his mouth, as their kiss became even more hot, heated, passionate.

Troy stopped her, all of a sudden. "Wait, wait..."

"Is there something wrong," she wondered, thinking she went too fast.

"No," he placed his drink on the carpet. With his finger, he gestured her to come back to him.

Their mouths fused together, becoming better acquainted. His hands rested on each side of her hips, while her hands raked his soft, brown hair. Their fiery kiss sped, then slowed, then sped again. She swerved her lower body, as they kept going. She felt his penis become erected. Any longer, she knew it would damn near break through his pants. Not to mention, she was very aroused and wanted more.

They broke, their chests heaving up and down.

"What was that about," he asked, feeling his lips swell.

"I told you I liked you," she admitted.

She played coy. That was his observation, but she possessed a perky sexiness he found allusive. She wasn't like other girls he's liked before. She was her own person. "I like you too; I really do." His hands massaged up and down her hips. "Just curious... do you still have that cheerleading outfit," he spoke about her unconventional method from earlier.

She got off his lap, held out her hand for him, and she led him up the stairs to her bedroom. She smirked, her eyes darkened with lust, and she pushed him onto her bed. Grabbing the handcuffs from her nightstand, she showed the metal to him. "No, but I still have these from the cop uniform." She climbed onto the bed. He scooted back, his arms spread, and she cuffed his wrists to the rails of her headboard. She started to unbuckle his pants, not breaking eye contact with him. His exposed penis stood tall and proud, her petite hand stroked.

"Fuck," Troy groaned, her movements making him even harder. He watched her, her mouth aligned, she opened wide. The wetness from her mouth engulfed his dick. She started to suck him, taste him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Unable to grab for her hair, it was torture, but the good kind of torture, he assumed. "Fuck..." he cried again. His head hit the back of her throat, the continuous sounds echoing the walls of her room. She was just too good. Grabbing near his balls, she smacked his head against her tongue, then she barreled again. Up and down, her mouth went, she picked up speed, only to slowly lick again. He anticipated her next move, but it was not fun if she couldn't get none.

"My turn," he managed to say.

Her hands gripped his thighs. She came up and undid his cuffs. She squealed, as he tackled her. She was below, him on top. He grabbed her face, giving her a searing kiss. With his hand, he unzipped her pink shorts. His fingers dug into her pussy, her juices already drenching his finger. She was super wet. He stuck one finger inside. He began to finger fuck her. Then, he stuck another one in. She broke the kiss. She moaned louder.

"Oh my God," she screamed in ecstasy. She felt him.

Unable to stop there, they ripped their clothes off. Naked as the day they were born, they commenced their French kissing. They rolled around, as they continued.

Usually, the two danced around each other, but tonight, they fell victim to their desires.

"Troy, Troy," she whispered, stopping him. His sex pressed deeper into her skin. "I'm a..."

He looked at her earnestly. He got off. "If you don't want to..." he didn't want to make her do something she didn't want to do, though he definitely wanted to.

"I want to..."

He agreed. As Troy came down farther, he began to kiss every single part of her, her arm, then her stomach, all down her leg and even her feet. Her giggles sounded like her angelic, singing voice. On his knees and in between her legs, he spread them wide. His tongue dove, and he began to taste her. It was only fair. He feasted, overhearing her moans. His fingers delved deeper inside. She bucked against him, trying to break free, but he held her down. His tongue slunk around her clit. He softly bit down. In and out, his fingers wildly pounded her, reaching her G-spot.

Emma fisted her sheets, an orgasmic wave hitting her. "Shit," she couldn't believe this was real. Her eyes shut, her mouth opened, she mewled. "Fuck... Troy..." When Troy came up, she backed her body to the head of her bed. She waited, begging him. Again, she parted her legs. Her toes curled, when he fingered her some more.

He wiped his mouth. She tasted great, sweet. Figuring she was loose enough, he positioned his dick. He took his time, entering her. He felt her tense. "Don't," he advised. He came back out, only to enter again. This time, farther. He watched her eyes close, his eyes buckled too. He felt the tightness, as he came in. "Oh God..." Dropping to his elbows, he hovered above her. He kept his strokes long and slow. Cupping her perfect breasts, he massaged. He couldn't resist any longer, he began to suck on her her boobs, sending a tingles down her spine.

"Faster," she pleaded, "please." She felt she could handle it. Grasping her hips for leverage,slammed into her more, deeply, faster. She yelled, as her body moved with each powerful hit. "Yes, yes." He fucked her like she wanted, his breathing deepened, as did hers. He directed her body himself, moving her hips, so her pussy could fuck his penis, and she felt another orgasm come. As soon as the feeling hit, her back arched, she screamed his name. "Oh yes, Troy!"

He came out, his penis wet with her desire. He went to lie down. He helped her, situating her on top of him. Her pussy came down on his penis. "Right, there," he whispered. She discovered the rhythm that worked best for her, at this angle. She swayed her hips back and forth, his grunts sounded sexy to her, and she reveled in it. Then, her feet planted down onto her bed, she started to bounce. Her body extended back, he impaled her himself and flicked her bud with his fingers, at the same time, sending over the top. "I'm going to cum again," she shouted at the top of her lungs. She slipped off, her body sensitized thanks to him. In one corner of her bed, she found comfort. She also slightly shivered.

Troy wasn't done yet. He made her get on all fours. He entered from behind. His cock thrusted into her, and she yelped. He slammed and slammed, her hands curling her sheets. His hand twirled her hair, and he brought her up, her ear to his mouth. "You like it like this," he panted, fucking her brains out.

"Yes," she countered to meet his thrusts.

"Do you like me?"

"YES!"

"I never want to hear about you in Orion's arms ever again," he ordered, lowly, sternly.

Her face was down, her ass up, her skin layered with sweat. He took her from behind rougher, when he said that. Damn it, she was turned on even more. She loved the possessiveness."I'm only yours," she confessed.

"Oh God," his voice strained, upon hearing that. It was sending him over the edge. His dick swelled inside of her, the pit of his stomach thinning, becoming nonexistent. "I'm going to cum!"

Her whole body tingled with same powerful sensation, one she was positive he was about to feel too. He pumped crazily, her mouth contorting, her face doing the same. He exited. Grabbing his cock, he stroked and stroked. His hot cum shot out of him and onto Emma's back. He grunted, as he emptied himself. Spent, he collapsed onto her bed. He tossed a look over and noticed she grabbed a towel. He assisted her with wiping her back. As his fingers dragged along her skin, provoking goosebumps on her supple skin, he smirked. She went to lay down, he swooped his hand beneath her back and brought her closer.

Together, they laid naked.

She drew circles on his chiseled stomach with her fingers. "Troy..."

"Hmm," he purred with his eyes closed.

"Is it supposed to be like that?"

He chuckled beneath his breath. "Most definitely," he answered. "You may not have been my first, but you were the best." He stole another kiss from her, then thought out loud. "So... do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

She smiled, allowing the question to loom.

Falling deeper and deeper into their siesta, both weren't positive of what the future held. As of now, they were content being with one another.

The End.