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"Happy Birthday Ribbon" Bridge Carson x Fem! Reader

(A/N: I don’t even know how many years this has been sitting in a large document where such random fanfic lay mostly unfinished and forgotten. Random mostly. Here, we have Bridge’s birthday and Reader wanted to attempt being a little alluring by being his present, but the couple are just goofs in love who want to be closer. Warnings: fluff, a little spicy but very little, undressing of Reader’s specified outfit mostly, mention of Reader wearing a bra (that’s why I put female!Reader just in case. I don’t know. It’s just there.), and already established romance. Word Count: 2,394 words)

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Pacing in your apartment kept you preoccupied. Your nerves were creeping up with second thoughts.

You had an idea. A vague plan of a present, that in theory, could be attractive?

If anything, you thought, we’ll have a good laugh about it. Bridge is pretty good with understanding whatever the blazes I’m trying to communicate. He’ll never laugh at me. Thankfully. Just chill. This is about him.

Exhaling, you readjusted your jacket and checked the time.

Any time now.

A soft knock sounded on the front door.

Quietly rushing to the door, you took in a big breath before opening it.

There stood your favorite Power Ranger, Bridge Carson, with a wide grin upon his fair face.

The sight of him almost made all of your worries disappear.

“Happy birthday, Bridge!” You engulfed him into a hug.

“Thank you,” Bridge said into the crook of your neck before kissing the exposed skin.

“You are very welcome. How are you?”

“I”m w—.” Pulling out of the hug, Bridge took a good look at you. At the end, he eyed your boots before looking back up. “Why are you wearing shoes? Are we going somewhere?”

“Nuh-uh, birthday boy.” You shut the door behind him.

A smile pulled at his lips.

Goodness, you loved when he smiled.

“Then why wear boots?” He questioned.

And the nerves are creeping back. You thought as you walked further inside. Your feet easing you closer to your bedroom.

“Because…I wanted to be all dressed up for when you got here.”

“You didn’t have to. We could just sit in pajamas.”

Bridge had followed after you. No hesitation in entering your bedroom as he had done multiple times before.

“Tempting.” You pulled at your blouse as you stopped and added. “I just have plans…for your gift. If you’d like it.”

The mention of a gift perked up his attention even more. A curiosity of what his partner could give him was all ready on his mind no doubt.

That was when he spotted it. The first of numerous.

A bow taped to your jacket. Right above your heart.

Silently, ever in thought. Bridge’s eyebrows furrowed together as he stared at the bow.

“So....are you giving me your jacket?”

“No,” you answered slowly. Fingers fiddling together.

Bridge’s face was scrunched up for a couple of moments before his eyes widened. Brown eyes meeting your anxious gaze.

Okay…go.

“Do you like your present?”

“Yes,” he answered. Airy and adoring. “Can I have you? I mean not in the sense that I keep you like an action figure. Having you like we can do things. Have...having...each other.” He trailed off as he watched you shrug off your jacket to reveal a bow wrapped around your waist.

He hadn’t noticed it before, of course he didn’t, being that the jacket hid the bow behind your back.

“How many bows are you wearing?” He leaned around you to check.

“I could tell you if you really wanted, but I....I kinda thought that you might want to figure it out on your own. You like playing looking for clues, right?”

“Yeah.” He then looked up in thought and added, “Kind of part of my job.”

You swallowed. “I thought this could be…something.”

Black-gloved fingers lightly pulled at the larger ribbon.

“You can keep them.” You stated encouragingly.

“I thought you really liked ribbons?”

“I do, but you can have the ones you find if you’d like. Do whatever with them.”

“Okay,” he beamed.

“Here’s your first one.” You handed him the tiny bow that had been on your jacket before tossing the garment to your bed. Your nerves settling away the more interested your partner looked at the activity.

“Thank you.” Bridge pocketed the ribbon with earnest. “This should be fun.”

Without need for prompting, Bridge stood behind you to untie the ribbon from around your waist. Ever helpful and attentive.

“You tied this yourself?”

“I was being a little perfectionist about it before spinning it around.” You answered with a small laugh. “It took a few tries.”

A kiss was placed on the back of your head.

“It looks great. Sorry, I have to untie it.”

“Don’t be. You’re freeing me from its grasp. Plus it’s just a bow. I can always make another one.” You then added, “I’ve made plenty today already.”

“And I’ll find them.”

Honestly, you liked when he had an ease of confidence in what he could do. No inflated ego. Simply eagerness wrapped around knowledge and experience. It was attractive too.

He tucked the long ribbon by a decoration on your dresser.

“Hmmm.”

He’s so cute when he’s focused.

Brown eyes glanced down at your feet.

You practically saw the cartoon lightbulb light up above your partner’s head.

“Boots.”

“Boots,” you repeated.

I knew he’d pick up on that pretty fast.

Not wasting a second, he knelt down. Bridge begun removing your boots one at a time. Each set aside in your room. Once he noticed the odd shapes underneath your socks that didn’t belong to your feet, he worked faster to get you barefoot.

You bit back a laugh.

He really doesn’t mess around when he wants to complete something. Or find something.

“Did you make all of these bows yourself?”

“Not every single one. Most of them.”

“Huh.” He lightly pulled the ribbon off of both of your ankles. Careful to keep you balanced.

“Two in a row.” You declared proudly.

His mouth opened to reply, however his eye line landed on your hips.

What?

“Arms up.”

You stifled a laugh and raised both arms in the air.

“Ah ha!”

“Good job, Bridge.”

Tugging at your belt loop, he retrieved another bow.

“I’m getting good at this.”

“Or you know my mind too well,” you suggested, putting your arms down.

“Maybe.” He tilted his head. “I think I do. We’ve spent so much time together. Not too much like I don’t like the time we spend together. I really enjoy being with you.”

“Me too.”

The bow disappeared with the others as the two of you gazed at one another affectionately.

“That’s why we’re staying in today,” you announced and ran your fingers through his chestnut brown hair in a playful tousle. “Just us.”

“I like that.” He stood up to his full height.

“Us and a handful of ribbon. The cake’s for later.”

Gaze wandering your form again, he searched for details. Ever the detective when he needed to be.

You dared not interrupt him.

Eyes brightening and hands moving forward, he stopped himself.

“May I?” Gesturing with his hand up and down the row of buttons on your blouse.

“It’s alright. Your birthday present remember? You have full permission.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out almost to himself as his gloved fingers reached for your blouse again.

Working diligently, he started unbuttoning your top. Every exposure of skin made Bridge’s cheeks flaming red as yours felt like they were on fire.

Would there ever be a time when you two didn’t end up even a little flustered with how much you liked the other? Even when you had both seen a decent amount of skin.

Who knew?

Between your creative hiding spots, he found himself checking your waist to see if you wrapped your middle again with another ribbon. There was none.

“Getting warmer,” you whispered.

Pushing the fabric passed your shoulders he spotted a little ribbon tied to your right bra strap.

There was no helping the smile that appeared upon seeing him grin in his small victory. You were more than grateful that he was having fun.

“You have a really pretty bra. I mean it suits you. You look good. It’s functional.” He cut his words off as he pocketed the ribbon. “I still like your green one though.”

Of course he does. You smirked at the thought. It was the first one he saw.

There was no hiding his attraction to you then. Standing there biting his lip as he watched you standing with your blouse open. One gloved hand still on your shoulder.

“Are there more?” Bridge asked, eyes surveying your body.

“Yup,” you said quietly.

His eyes narrowed then as he investigated and pondered. Gloved fingers ghosting over your form as he thought. From shoulder to wrist and in-between.

To help keep your composure in check, you pressed your lips tightly together. Just in case.

Breathe. Just breathe or he’s going to worry. You thought quickly. Or he’s gonna… Heat rose up your chest at scattered images of Bridge being intimately attentive with you filled your mind.

Gloves ran up and down your waist leisurely. No rush in the search.

“Getting warmer.” You encouraged softly.

“Here?” He asked, poking the button of your jeans.

“Maybe.”

With an inquisitive pucker to his lips and a small tilt of his head, Bridge slowly pushed the button out. Yet not particularly as slow as when he was pulling down the zipper. His movements sent your heart rate up. Skilled, gentle fingers skimmed across the band of your pants before pulling away. Only for a second. No doubt he felt the difference. Peeking in, he spotted the last bow tied onto the left side of your underwear.

Your heartbeat was a little too noticeable in your ears for your liking.

Kneeling down, Bridge brought himself closer. To his credit, he did his best to untie it without having to pull down your pants. It was a small challenge. One he completed easier than it took you to tie it earlier.

Briefly kissing your stomach, he added the ribbon to his collection in his pocket.

“Are there any more? Not that this is that difficult. I’m just wondering where else you could hide a bow.”

Brown eyes gazed up at you as his hands held your hips.

“Where else could I hide a bow if there were more?”

“I’m not sure. Your legs?”

“Then I should probably tell you that you won.”

“I found them all?”

“You did. All seven.”

He threw his arms in the air victoriously. “That was fun.” Bridge grinned and stood to his feet again, “Thank you.”

“No problem, Bridge.” You said, matching his happy grin.

It was almost funny how you had started worrying beforehand.

Why would you ever have to worry when your darling Bridge was involved? You felt kind of silly for it.

“I feel overdressed.”

One of your eyebrows raised at his words.

Without another word, Bridge started removing his jacket, tossing it to the end of the bed where yours sat, and in one long motion he took off his shirt.

There was not a second thought in savoring the view. Yes, you loved his mind and personality, however you were not one to complain about how attractive he truly was.

“Oh.”

“What?” Bridge glanced from his bundle of fabric to your wide eyes.

“I...I did not expect you to do that. I’m the one over here with an open shirt, barefoot, and with my jeans undone. And you’re....you usually have a shirt on. Not that I’m complaining. Just surprised and…appreciating.”

“Well we haven’t done this before. Not standing up anyway.”

“Oh goodness.” You looked away, smiling despite the out of context comment.

He ducked his head.

The two of you had been quite intimate before, however he never removed any of his clothing due to his sensitivity to reading auras. Plus you had only gone as far as being left in a bra and shorts.

“I’d like to try something new. Technically not really new, just that we’ve never done it with each other. Not done it as in it, but that’s still true. I would love to get closer to being able to do it with you, if you wanted. I think it’d be fun and really enjoyable.”

Oh. Okay. Um. Goodness, he’s cute when he rambles.

“So you’d like to have more skin contact this time?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah. I’d like to try.”

“What about your gloves?”

“Uh...let’s take smaller steps then work our way to where I don’t have to wear gloves when kissing you. Or touching you. Holding you.”

“That sounds really good,” you lightly pressed your palms onto his abdomen.

Bridge’s muscles contracted, but other than that--

“I’m fine.”

“Promise?”

“You don’t need to worry. It’s mainly my arms that are sensitive other than my hands. But you knew that. So we’ll be careful.” Bridge’s brought his hands to your hips and said firmly, “I promise.”

“Okay. I promise not to worry. Much.” You chuckled. “Happy birthday, Bridge.”

He pulled you in for kiss. All tender and sharing a familiar passion; one that kept you two pressed close for more. A quiet promise of trust.

“Thank you again.” He pressed a light kiss to your lips. A sparkle lit his brown eyes.

In the next moment, he had hoisted you up and off of the floor as he made his way over to your bed.

That power ranger strength was something else. And he wasn’t even morphed up in his suit. You supposed it was all those years of training that still continued.

“I could have walked, yah know?” You said once both of you were seated, kiss temporarily over.

“It wasn’t far.” Bridge got comfortable facing you. “And you like it,” he added as he tapped your knee.

“Both true statements.”

He smiled warmly.

How can I love him even more? You wondered and reached out your hands to him once more. Carefully running your fingers over his bare skin.

Bridge watched on. Quiet and calm.

You took your time feeling his shoulders, watching for any sign of discomfort from Bridge. Putting every ounce of love and care just for him.

“Here,” Bridge grabbed you by your calves and pulled you much closer, letting your legs encircle him. “Better?”

Humming contently, you nudged your nose to his lovingly. Quite happy with not having to stretch towards him.

“Definitely better.” Bridge linked his fingers against your lower back, keeping you near. Able to share warmth and reach one another with little trouble. He pecked your nose with his lips. “So much better. My favorite birthday.”

Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to his chest.

“What am I going to do for your birthday?” Bridge wondered aloud.

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