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The Bitter Taste of Wine and Defeat	By : megadeth425 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 3022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cheren wanted to say that Bianca was more trouble than she was worth. Especially after her drunk antics at the wine tasting; his attempts to introduce her to something more reserved and intelligent had gone horribly awry. She leaned on him, limp and giggling as he half-carried her into Fennel's bed. As she slid off his shoulder and onto the bed, smiling up at him with her glasses crooked and hat falling off her head, he decided; no, she was worth all the trouble in the world.

She grabbed at the bottom of his tie, trying to pull him down on top of her, making kissy faces she probably thought were cute in her drunk state. They weren't particularly, but the biased gym leader saw them as cute if only because it was her face making them. She induced feelings in him that would have made him feel sick if they were for anyone else. Successful in pulling him down, she locked lips, giggling drunkenly into their kiss as his body followed, pressing against hers. “I knew you wanted to kiss me, Chairy.”

“Stop calling me that,” he muttered, losing himself in her kiss. He held her cheek tightly, adjusting her glasses a little bit as her eyes closed.

It wasn't a conscious effort so much as a reflexive one, but she pushed against him until they rolled and she was atop him. That was how it went at all times; she was on him. Cheren was always the submissive partner, while the bursting-with-energy Bianca topped by simple virtue of not being able to stay still. He could lie back and scowl while she'd do all the work with a huge smile on her face, which so completely summed up their relationship. She dragged him by the wrist wherever she wanted and called all the shots because he'd rather stand there and make sarcastic remarks.

She pulled him up, holding his arm and his tie until they sat upright, her in his lap, their lips never breaking away for an instant. “Hehe, now you really are my chairy again,” she giggled into his mouth, not letting him stop for a second to tell her how much that kept killing the moment. That is, if it was possible for her to. He doubted very much if anything she did could ruin his desire for her so long as she kept beaming at him as she did it. They were going to have sex, and no words could crush his libido.

He helped her get her jacket off, tossing it aside. It didn't take long to, but he had seen her undress quicker, knew the wine was slowing her down, knew that it was only uphill from there. She was a clumsy girl, doing everything as fast as she could and prone to head-on collisions with just about anything. Adding alcohol to things was not going to make it any easier on either of them.

He started to get her white blouse off next, revealing the black tank top that clung nicely to her body. It slowly came up, inching further with every kiss, both knowing that they would have to break it at some point to actually get it over her shoulders. Neither wanted to be the one to actually break the kiss, Bianca too giggly and cuddly, and Cheren admittedly too lovestruck by her. It made him sick, but in the way that eating too much cake made him sick. It was the good kind of sick that he'd merely deal with because everything before that feeling was well worth it.

Eventually she fell back clumsily, her head rocking back and forth as she laughed excitedly. Even slurred, her sweet laughter was infectious and brought a smile and shade of red to Cheren's face as he tugged the shirt up and over her face. Her arms flailed around a little bit and she said, “I'll finish it!” before leaning back and nearly hurting his face from how hard she pushed back into his kiss.

The door swung open loudly, and Cheren could see Fennel standing in the doorway, side pressed to the frame for stability. “Practice safe sex!” she shouted, laughing herself silly as she tossed a handful of condoms and lube packs at them. They bounced impotently off of Bianca, and neither of them stopped kissing to acknowledge her as she slunk back to her own room. Cheren knew better than to say anything, letting her go without a word lest she stick around and try to ruin anything. Or Bianca try to ruin anything. Either were capable, in their inebriated states, of bringing on terrible things that weren't him getting laid.

He usually didn't have sex on the mind so fiercely. Even back in the day when hormones ran wild and his best friends were the adorable Bianca and the confidently sexy White, sex didn't solely occupy his thoughts. With Bianca giggling in his lap, pressing into him so hard and slowly losing more and more clothing, though, he couldn't help himself. Nothing mattered inside that moment except for making love to her. Not only for the act of release, to feel her close against him and trembling, but because in the morning he would wake up and see her smiling, face framed in her golden bangs and beaming.

His hands started to work up her sides, tank top bunching up as he took care to feel along her skin. She was so soft and warm, every touch making her whimper a little as she pushed harder against him. Her tongue was in his mouth and moving so gracelessly it was a new record even for her. It was a messy, brute-force kiss, and he expected no less from her with how she was acting. Subtlety wasn't exactly her strength to begin with, and she was only clumsier now.

“Your hands are so delicate,” she giggled as he unclasped her bra and started working it off of her. It wasn't easy to get her cooperating so that he could do it without having to get her tank top off to do it, which slowed down the process greatly. After longer than he should have even kept hard for, he managed to get it off and tossed it aside. Her shirt was pushed up, her round breasts now held by his hands and worked over as they kissed harder. She was leaning so hard against him that he fell back and she lay atop him again, legs pressing hard into his sides. She could feel his erection against her thigh and, for all the hell it must have endured being restrained in his tight pants, the added pressure did it no favours.

“I missed you,” he said heavily, sincere in his tone and legitimately trying for a romantic mood to their reunion.

In response, she only giggled and pecked at his neck a little. “I missed you too, Chairy!” Again, that made her laugh uncontrollably. “And I missed little Chairy too!”
It was unlike her to be so free about everything, usually being at least slightly subtle and embarrassed by it. Wine had robbed her of that censor though, leading to several remarks she would never have made otherwise, and leaving her very playful. She started to kiss down further, fingers clumsily attempting to undo the buttons down his shirt. She managed, but drew it out with repeated mistakes, as he had come to expect. He loosed his tie himself, thinking that if it was off she couldn't pull on it again and potentially choke him.

Eventually, his shirt was undone and hanging loosely off his sides, and she was at his pants. This, she thankfully handled quickly, getting his pants off in only a few seconds longer than usual. He appreciated that. His boxers went next, though she stopped with them about halfway down his knees, as the sight of his rigid penis made her giggle and stop to poke at it. “Little Chairy!”

Despite not thinking he had any size issues and chalking it up to her being silly and drunk, he still did not appreciate it very much. “Stop calling me Chairy,” he said again, trying to sound stern, though his voice trembled a little as her delicate hand wrapped around the base, a feeling too longed-for and familiar to pretend he was unfazed by. He bit down on a groan and shut his eyes tightly. “I missed this.”

“I missed it too!” She started to pump slowly, leaning in close to look over it like she had never seen a penis before. Her hot, wet breath rushing against it made him want to jerk his hips or beg her for something, but he restrained himself. “It's been a really long time.” She slurred before leaning forward and giving his tip a loud, wet kiss.

Cheren couldn't bite down the groan this time, and his shoulders lifted off the bed a little bit. It had been so long since they had last had the chance to do this, and it felt even sweeter because of the distance. Maybe the wine had made its last interference in his sex life for the night, and it could get better from there.

Indeed, the way her mouth closed around his head and began to sink down felt like the rest of the night's mishaps had been a bad dream. Her breath may have smelled like wine but her mouth was still able to do all the right things to him. Seeing her green eyes sparkle up at him from beneath her glasses only sweetened the moment, made him wish her lips weren't too busy to smile. In time with her hand she gave him the sort of blowjob he had dreamt about on lonely nights, and everything felt so right, filling something in him that months apart had left him devoid of.

“You're so good at this,” he said, legitimately unable to give her a sarcastic remark as his mind travelled into such wonderful places. He couldn't wait to do more with her again; to be buried inside her as she buried her head into his neck or to surprise her in the morning when she woke to find his head buried between her legs. So many things that he had come up with and fantasized about and could finally share with her. His release at the fantasies was one thing, but to share them with the girl he loved would have been the far sweeter thing.

Deeper she went, the hand moving further down his shaft and using fewer fingers as it ran out of room. Everything seemed fine now; she was able to move her head with a steady rhythm and coordinate everything so perfectly. She had finally--

She pulled up, wiping some saliva from the side of her mouth and laughing. It was a rich, heavy laugh, the sort that could only be brought on by a masterful joke, or drunkenness. She stopped, letting go of him and resting her head on his thigh, looking at his shaft. “Hehe, it looks so big from this angle.”
“What's so funny?” he asked, keeping his tone calm even though she hadn't exactly leave him in the highest of spirits with that one. The fact she had stopped just as he was really coming to enjoy himself didn't help.

“Chairy!” she shouted, laughing uncontrollably. “Burgundy doesn't have a Chairy, I do!”

Cheren was started to get frustrated with her. “Why don't we move on from here? A-are you still on the pill?”
She shook her head. “I-I don't think so. Maybe.”

He sighed, pointing to beside her where all the condoms and lube Fennel tossed at them lay. “Then why don't you put one on me?”
“Okay!” she said happily, reaching over to grab one and trying to open it. Immediately, she messed it up, trying to tear the packet from the middle and getting visibly frustrated. Cheren cursed at himself; even when struggling with something she looked adorable to him. Taking it from her, he easily opened the packet and handed it back to her. She thanked him, put it in her mouth, and leaned toward, intent on rolling it down his shaft with her tongue. Which would have been fine if she hadn't bit down hard on the tip first.

Cheren groaned, grabbing another, tearing it open, and handing it to her. “If you bite it, holes form and that defeats the purpose of not risking you getting pregnant. Try again.”

She let out an unhappy little sound, the fact he made her even kind of sad killing him a little on the inside, but she took it, this time trying with her hand. She missed the mark, not even coming close as the condom pressed against his thigh. She laughed a little bit. “Gee Cheren, I didn't know you'd gotten so big!”

He understood the joke but wasn't very amused by any of it. Apparently, the successful blowjob had been a one-in-a-million miracle shot. She tried again, with less of a screw-up but still completely wrong. He was still hard, as even drunk and acting silly watching her be around his crotch was a thrill in its own right. When her head dipped a little and her tongue pressed to the part where his shaft ended and met his balls his hips jerked a little bit. “M-maybe I should put on the condom,” he said, nothing that she was now starting to finger it and giggle, losing track of what she was even supposed to do. Balloon animals would be next and he didn't want to see if his arousal had limits after all.

Wasting no time, he grabbed another condom, unwrapped it, and slowly rolled it down his shaft. It wasn't the sexy or playful method of getting it on that his girlfriend had gone for to please him, but it got things done fine, and Cheren was a practical man above all else. To help things along, he also grabbed one of the packets of lube and tore it open, figuring it couldn't hurt.

“Ooh, Chairy,” she sang, and when he looked over, his jaw dropped. She was on all fours, round ass bared and high in the air, wiggling enticingly. Her slit was practically dripping wet, and the motion she made was slow, hypnotic, and invited. At the sight of it, Cheren spurted the lube into his hand and stroked furiously with the hand, damn-near ready to just masturbate to the sight of it to save the problems sure to come. He restrained himself though, and knelt behind her, placing a hand on her back as the other guided his tip to her pussy.

“You know,” she slurred, “I don't tell anyone that I'm always on top. I know you don't like everyone knowing or something about masculinity. I'm glad we're both okay with it but, come on Chairy, be a man tonight.” She let out a long, drawn-out cooing sound and wiggled her ass for him again. “I bet you'll have fun!”

“Stop calling me Chairy,” he muttered again and slipped into her. Between the lube and how already wet she was, it was no problem at all to bury himself into her with one motion and begin thrusting right away. Slow motions, building up to something better, to be sure. He liked going slow, working his way up and creating something. Not like Bianca, who merely liked bouncing in his lap as quickly as possible. That was why she ended up calling the shots most of the time.

Being inside of her was the sweetest feeling yet. He leaned forward, hands on her hips as he pushed to the hilt inside of her every time. She writhed and moaned beneath him, and even the fact she was saying 'Chairy' instead of 'Cheren' couldn't bring him down. Bianca was so tight and hot and slick and familiar that nothing could ruin it. He loved her, and though he snarked at everything she did, he could at least show her how much in how he made love to her. Everything he did, every errant brush of his fingers burst with passion.

Watching her writhe beneath him and tremble at his touch was something he had ached for. It wasn't simply that, by himself, he had only his hand and a bottle of lube. It was that she wasn't there. There was a physical side to it, but it was far outweighed by the emotional intensity of their love. Every moment they spent together holding hands was infinitely more fulfilling than any night jacking off. She completed him, even if he didn't like to admit it very much.

She started to rock back and forth along with his motions, moaning louder than necessary but sounding too sweet and elated for him to tell her to quiet down. Her movement was sloppy and without reason much of the time, but watching her shift in front of him and her cute butt wiggle as it did made it well worth the time for Cheren to watch. She was thrilling every sense and everything finally fell into some sort of perfect.

Then, she pushed forward too much and fell flat on her face, giggling into the bed. “I think I drank a little too much wine!”

Frustration continued to mount as he looked down at her, groaning. Somehow she was getting progressively worse as the night dragged on instead of better. That wasn't supposed to be how alcohol worked. “You certainly did. Can you keep going? If you need to stop, it's fine.”
“No! I can still go!” She pushed herself back up and pressed her rear against him, but came in too low and, with another case of one-in-a-million aim, his tip sank an inch into her ass. “That wasn’t supposed to go in there! Hehe, whoops. Oh well, keep going, Chairy!”

It was a miracle, he thought in retrospect, that he had put on that lube. Anal was not something they did often, and even right off the bat he could feel that they had dodged a bullet with that. Before he could decide what to do she pushed further back against him, and with all the hot tightness around him he hardly had much of a choice. Slowly he pushed forward, again grabbing her hips as he sank more into her ass. She twisted and moaned in front of him, and with her tone it would have been the hottest thing it ever heard had she not been saying, “Chairy, Chairy,” repeatedly.

“Stop calling me that,” he said for the umpteenth time, beginning to build up a good rhythm with her. He reached down with one of the hands, brushing it along her slick folds and paying attention to her clit. He knew she stood no chance of being able to do it herself, and didn't want to leave her wanting, no matter how bad she got. If nothing else, he could at least try and enjoy the sex they were having, looking at it outside the context of every other time when it hadn't been clumsy and so frequently derailed. That was a good way to go about it.

She started grabbing at fistfuls of bedsheets clumsily, giggling. She pushed back against him with quick, desperate need, lips constantly formed in a circle as she made slow, slurred sounds that were still too adorable not to affect a smile from the black-haired teen. He had to admit, bad nickname aside, she was painfully cute even when totally wasted. He didn't question why he loved her because it was all right there, flaws included. It didn't test his love or make him second-guess anything. When he had a smartass remark for everything and constantly scowled his way through things pretending not to care, she could chuckle and make him smile like the biggest idiot of them all.

Slowly, the sound of their motions rose above her adorable little moans and coos, and Cheren's fingers pressed harder into her skin. His hand was soaked but he didn't care, simply because every time he touched her the right way she would shiver and her back would arch upward. It was the sweetest of sights for him, and it brought him even closer to the edge for it.

Then, just as predictably as the first two times she had done it, Bianca faltered. She fell flat forward again in a giggle fit, this time rolling onto her back and clutching at her stomach. “Fennel is the safe sex fairy!” she howled.

Cheren couldn't even think of a response. Did he call her slow to the take? Legitimately point out that it had occurred long enough ago that he was worried about what was happening to her? Just put a blanket over her and make some coffee?

Instead, he got mad. Not quite 'scream and throw things' mad, but it was still impressive for him. He grabbed another condom packet from the bed, took off the one had used, which was no longer really safe to put in her, and slipped another on. Instead of lubing up, noting how wet she was, he simply grabbed her legs and dragged her over to him. She was still giggling, now half-lying off the bed and wiggling her hips for him to keep fucking her.

“C'mon Chairy!”
He pushed forward, burying his cock into her with one motion. “Stop calling me Chairy!” This time, she listened.

“Oh, Cheren!” she moaned as if she had never used the nickname before. She tried to lift her arm up as it dangled loosely off to the side but she couldn't. One leg followed, the other wrapping around his legs as he leaned in to her. There was nothing soft or slow-building about his motions. Just lots of thrusting and heavy, fast motions. For the first time, he wasn't simply having sex with Bianca; he was fucking Bianca.

His hands pulled her tank top back up over her breasts and grabbed them forcefully, working them over with the same ferocity he was thrusting into her with. He looked down at her, head dangling from the bed, blond locks hanging downward toward the floor, and every time he buried himself to the hilt in her they shook. He had never taken her so hard, and perhaps from the alcohol, perhaps from the shock, she couldn't muster a reaction to it exact to moan and writhe beneath him. She enjoyed how they had sex as much as he did, but there was this fire in his eyes, something animalistic and intense, that enraptured her.

Getting fucked into the mattress by a pissed-off Cheren, the drunk blonde simply lay there, letting him pound into her slick pussy and squeeze her breasts. Each push shook her, and it didn't take long for her glasses to come loose . For once, neither made any attempt to fix them, and before long they fell to the carpeted floor and made no sound. Or maybe it did, and the two lovers were just too loud for the sound to be heard.

Release was swift and a long time coming. Bianca was first, her giggling and moaning stretched out into one sound, crying his name--his real name--as her body trembled against him. Her eyes shut tightly and she grew even tighter around him, her vagina eager to bring him to release as well. He wasn't very far off, and with one mighty final thrust he came, filling the condom with his seed.

Before any tiredness could set in as it sometimes did in the afterglow, Cheren grabbed her, pulling her up and falling back, both of them loudly hitting the bed so that they lay properly. Both were catching their breath, eyes locked together as their lips met in a soft kiss. After lying a few moments with their lips lightly pressed together but not much else, he pulled out of her and slipped the condom off, wrapping it in some tissue and leaving it on the bedside table.

Bianca tugged the covers over them and leaned against him, still a little silly from the wine and giggling. “I can't help but cling to you sometimes.”
“Dryer sheets help with that,” he said, though the hint of a chuckle ended the sentence, and he put his arm around her.

She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you too.”
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