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Only A Week	By : jvperric Category: Pokemon > General Views: 5602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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*****Day 4*****

The slam of a door woke Sarah from her sleep. She looked around, dazed, until she realized what time it was. Missing the note left on her nightstand—‘Going to work, see you later’—she hopped out of her bed and went to the window to see Jack ride away to the airport.

‘Oh, look. He’s leaving you.’

“He has to go to work. He told me yesterday.”

‘Hmm, I wonder what you’re going to do with yourself all day.’

Sarah wondered too. She slumped back onto her bed, thinking about how she could busy herself until Jack returned. She began to absentmindedly twiddle her thumbs in her lap, paying them little mind until one brushed through the fabric of her gown and past a very sensitive portion of her anatomy. Sarah drew her hands away in surprise, shocked by the sensation, but slowly put them back in her lap when she realized how it felt.

It felt good.

Pushing the dress to one side, she pulled the covers back over her body and slid her hand back to that oh-so sensitive core of her being. She bit what constituted her lower lip, wondering what to do, and in her lack of concentration images of a certain Trainer, a certain friend, began filling her head.

“Ja…”

She didn’t need to finish. Her fingers began to work furiously, unconsciously, while a fantasy played out in her head. Her bedroom walls absorbed most of the noise, but the volume of the house increased appreciably for a few moments, periodically rising and falling. It ended with one loud, ecstatic scream, and soon after Sarah shirked out of her room, carrying her bed sheets to the washing machine on the ground floor.

The rattling of the machine—which she barely knew how to operate—sent her already excited nerves into a wreck, and she sat, shaking, at the kitchen table. The constant ba-rum ba-rum from the next room pounded against her ears, and finally she could take it no more.

Sarah flung open the door of a cabinet, rifling through its contents for a teabag, and bumped her hand against something cold, glass, and unfamiliar. She brought it out and examined it; it was a bottle, one engraved with a small glass Fearow and containing a clear, slightly bubbling liquid.

She chirped in confusion, having never seen the container before, but nonetheless she pulled the cap off and put her nose up to the lip. It had no odor, but a strange warmth did waft up and kiss her skin. Sarah turned it up and swallowed a mouthful, but quickly discovered that she could not do so without sputtering and coughing it back up. The drink went down smooth but burned her throat, leaving it raw and sensitive.

‘Maybe you should mix it with some tea.’

As much as she disliked the voice that seemed to relish driving her to tears, she did try it, mixing some of the rough substance in with a cup of tea. The burn was lessened, almost to the point of not feeling it at all, and as she drank more and more her heart, still crushed from her timidity the night before, began to mend itself, shutting out the hurt feelings and only allowing pleasant stimuli from the room around her—the faint scent of the tea leaves, the quiet sounds of the Pokémon playing outside, Jack’s residual psychic presence hanging over the entire house—to register with her mind.

She hiccupped and laughed at the sound. Very drunk and very unaware of the mess the alcohol she had ingested was making of her insides, Sarah took the bottle, the teapot, and a few more teabags up to her room, filling herself right back up when the euphoric buzz began to wear off.

*****
The front door opened and let in a blast of cold air before Jack shut it hard behind him, shaking off the blistering feeling and falling into an easy chair nearby.

‘Quite the weather system. Maybe you could have your little pet there warm you up.’

‘Shut up, I’m in no mood.’

‘Jack?’ he heard ring out in his head, from the kitchen.

“Hi Sarah, I’m home,” he said back, shrugging off his coat and poking his head through the dining room. His Gardevoir was standing at the counter, imperceptibly teetering thanks to her newest discovery, hiccupping and humming to herself. “Sarah?”

She whirled around, too fast to keep her balance, and fell on her bottom, laughing as she did. ‘Oops, I—I fell. Help me -hic- up, please.’

“Are you alright?” Jack asked, taking her hands and hoisting her back up to her feet. She hugged him, but wouldn’t let go when he tried to move away.

‘I’m fine now that you’re home,’ she said quietly, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. Jack, deciding to let come what may, crumpled in her arms, hugging her back and pulling her tighter against him.

‘Isn’t this a scene.’

Both of them heard it; neither acknowledged it. Sarah craned her head back, staring into her Trainer’s warm brown eyes. In her intoxicated state she had no quarrels about shutting out his protests to anything she might do, and she did just that as she pressed her mouth to his.

Any shock Jack had—not much to begin with—was swiftly suppressed, and he simply let the Pokémon cautiously probe his lips, running her smooth tongue along the sensitive skin. Eventually he kissed her back, closing his eyes and opening his mouth, while he pushed a few fingers through her hair and brushed the growths in the side of her head.

‘Jack…’

In another moment of non-focus, Sarah forgot to keep tamping down her Trainer’s mental protests, and in the split second she didn’t he pulled away, backing into the table and leaving his Gardevoir looking expectantly at him.

‘Wha—why did you stop?’ she asked.

“What did you do?”

‘Jack—’

“What did you do?” he demanded, trying to keep her out of his head.

‘I made it so you couldn’t say no,’ she said, crossing her arms and turning away. ‘I’m—I’m sorry.’

“Sarah, I can’t understand—why would you do that?” he asked, the answer already ringing out in his head.

‘Because I love you!’

She ran, tearing up, from the room. Jack heard her bound up the stairs and, wailing, slam her bedroom door shut. He stood against the table, still trying to comprehend what had happened.

‘She does love you, you know. She’s in love with you.’

“It’s just their mating season…”

‘Do you honestly believe that? She would kill herself for you. And if you leave her up there, by herself, for much longer, she might do just that.’

Knowing just how true that was, Jack rushed after her, taking the stairs two at a time until he was face to face with a locked door.

“Sarah? Sarah, please let me in. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

He heard the bolt slide out of the door and he went inside. Sarah was curled up on her bed, sniffling into a pillow that threatened to split open against her chest fin. She looked at him for an instant, exposing one bloodshot eye, before curling tighter and kicking wildly in his direction.

“Sarah—”

‘Go away…’

Jack sat on the side of her bed. “Please, Sarah. Don’t put me out like this.”

She stopped sniffling and straightened out her legs, but she kept her head in her pillow. “I’m sorry I pushed you away before. I was just…a little shocked, that’s all. Trainers don’t usually kiss their Pokémon. There are—there are rules against that.”

‘But, but I love you. And you said you love me.’

“And I do love you, Sarah, but I…I can’t love you like that.”

She sat up and stared him straight in the eye. ‘You can’t love me like that? Or you don’t?’

Jack was suddenly very aware of the feeling of having his brain being picked over. She was rifling through his thoughts, his feelings; he usually liked the intimacy the activity entailed, but for the moment he tried and failed to keep her out of the part of his mind devoted to her.

There was no use in lying to her anymore. “Can’t.”

He looked away, seemingly fascinated with his shoes. Sarah sat next to him, dumbstruck, her mental voice failing her. Jack fidgeted with his hands, painfully mindful of his increased breathing, while his Gardevoir moved closer.

‘There’s no one here, Jack. Please…I want to hear you say it.’

The vague, muffled sounds coming from the street below melted into insignificance. The dull ache in Jack’s palm ceased to bother him for a moment. Even the judgmental little voice was silent, as if it had resigned itself to observing. He turned fully and faced his Pokémon.

“I love you, Sarah. Like that.”

She didn’t squeal. She didn’t chirp. She didn’t even nod. All Sarah did was sit there while Jack leaned his head towards hers.

She quickly decided that mutually consensual kissing was much more enjoyable (and less of a strain on her) than forcing him to agree. She eagerly met his lips, slowly easing them both onto her bed while positioning herself on top of him.

He went down easily enough. Jack put his head against her pillow while his hands played with the knot keeping Sarah’s gown on. She giggled when she looked down and saw how badly he was fumbling with it, and undid it with one deft swipe of her claws.

“Won’t you—”

‘I can fix it later. That’s—that’s not important right now.’

Jack nodded, threw the fabric away, and slid his hands down her back to the base of her legs. She shuddered at the contact, her whole body twitching, and flung his clothes off with one telekinetic swoop.

Neither of them felt the slight chill in the air as their bodies pressed up against one another’s. Sarah rolled them both over, looking up at a pair of warm brown eyes that gazed longingly back.

‘Please, Jack…take me.’

“Not just yet,” he said sliding his body down hers.

‘What are you doing?’

“I just need to…loosen you up a little. This’ll feel weird at first, but trust me, it’s going to feel great after that.”

Sarah nodded, trusting him completely, and moved her legs apart when he had positioned himself. She waited for a moment, breathing expectedly, until she gasped in surprise. A warm, moist pressure was pressing on her core, tracing thin lines on the ultrasensitive skin.

The pressure widened. It went over her folds three times, stalling each time on a small nub at the top that she had used to great effect earlier in the day. When she looked down she could only see the top of Jack’s head under her stomach, moving in rhythm with the gyrations the pressure was causing.

The pressure intensified slowly, gradually, until it was too much for her. Sarah picked up a spare pillow and stuffed it over her face, screaming as her whole body convulsed and her legs wrapped around her Trainer’s head.

It stopped, and Sarah was left panting harder than she ever had in her life. Jack crawled back on top of her, licking his lips clean and rubbing on her chest fin.

‘Wha…what was that?’

He swallowed. “Just something to help you relax. Tastes like…citrus?”

‘What tastes like citrus?’

He continued to massage the fin. “You.”

Jack kissed her again, opening his mouth and letting some of the liquid slide over her tongue. Sarah eagerly lapped it up, probing his mouth for more of the stuff.

‘That’s what…I taste like?’

“Yeah. It’s great.”

Sarah suddenly felt a large, aching pang in her midsection. ‘I want to…to finish it, Jack. Now.’

He was happy to comply. Slowly, lovingly, Jack slid into her, relishing the slight whimper that came from his Pokémon’s—his mate’s—lips. She put her legs around his, timing his thrusts with her own slight movements.

Not quite satisfied with their closeness, Sarah latched her hands onto his back, digging in and pulling her body just off the bed, letting their hips do the moving while latched her lips to his.

‘I love you so much, Jack.’

‘I love you too, Sarah,’ he said back mentally.

The ecstasy of the night proved too great for either of them to hold out much longer. Jack had his orgasm, Sarah had another, and they collapsed next to each other, repeating the same three words to each other over their bond.

‘I love you…’ ‘I love you…’ ‘I love you…’

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