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Waiting

A James/Misty Blanket Fic

Disclaimer: These characters are the sole property of the creator of the anime series Pokemon. I have no claim on them whatsoever and am only using them in this fic for my, and others, enjoyment.

"SCYTHER!"
The trio of teens paused in their tracks as the cry echoed through the forest they were traveling through.

"Did you hear that, Brock?" The shorter of the boys asked, taking off his cap and putting a hand to his ear in hopes of hearing the sound again.
The taller boy nodded. "Sure did, Ash. I think it came from over there." Brock replied, pointing to their left just as another cry of 'Scyther!' was issued in just that direction.
Behind the two boys, the young redheaded girl shuddered at the thought of what it was that was making such a noise. "Oh please, don't let it come this way." Misty mumbled to herself, even though she knew that if the Scyther pokemon didn't come to them, then Ash and Brock would insist that they go to it. Beside her, the little yellow pokemon gave her his sympathies.

"Pikachuuu."
She was afraid she knew all too well what scyther's were like and they were not especially people friendly. She mentally pictured the pokemon in question with it's dangerous eyes and gleaming, sharp claws. Scythers were fast, and big, and green and elusive. Now that Ash and Brock had caught the trail of one the chances she'd get away without having to see one seemed slim. She glanced around; maybe she could just wait for them here?

But they were already darting through the trees toward the wide green patch of grass nearby.

Pikachu, previously beside her, had darted off toward the others. She stood there anxiously, half angry and half upset at her friend's just up and leaving her.

"Stupid boys, what else can you expect?" She muttered, annoyed.

"Come on, Misty. Get a move on or we'll never catch up. It's moving away from us even now." Ash called back over his shoulder, never slowing his pace as he half jogged, half ran through the dense foliage.
Misty followed at a much slower pace, not in a hurry to come face to face with the insect like pokemon. Nope, not in the least.

~*~*~*~
Unbeknownst to the group of young pokemon trainers, they were being tailed via the sky by a trio of devious daredevils solely intent upon stealing their pokemon. More specifically, their Pikachu!

Up above in their hot air balloon, Jessie and James, the duo members of Team Rocket, along with their faithful pokemon Meowth, were busily plotting to put into motion an ingenious plan to beat all previous ingenious plans... even though all previous plans had been thoroughly thwarted by aforementioned young pokemon trainers.
"Ah, ha ha! This is our best plot yet!" Jessie gushed, eyes gleaming as she stared down at her prey.

James nodded. "It was so nice of Acme Corp to let us borrow their new ultra powered super vac. That troublesome little pikachu doesn't stand a chance against this things suction power!"

He and Jessie shared a laugh.

Meowth made a corny comment that both of the other Rocket members ignored, instead focusing on the action below.

"Oooh, Jessie, look!"

She peered further over the side, being careful not to tip over. "What is that pokemon? I haven't seen it before..."

"Scyther!" Meowth proclaimed. "The boss would definitely be impressed with a load of Scythers."

Jessie and James exchanged glances.

"Let's capture them all!"

~*~*~*~
"Brock, could you get your stomach to shut up, you're going to scare it away!" Ash hissed as he attempted to track his quarry through the waist high grass. Off to the side and a few feet away, Brock sent him a squinty eyed glare.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Ash. It's not my fault you hogged all of breakfast and I didn't get but one fish!"
"Pika!"

Ash ducked slightly, hearing a rustle. "I think it's over there, get closer!"

Brock moved in the direction Ash pointed without further prompting, and Pikachu bobbled along at Ash's ankles. There was another rustle when Brock suddenly leapt backwards, a pokeball flying from his hand ahead of him. An audible "pop" sent a flock of pidgey's flying from the tree overhead. The pokemon that emerged from Brock's pokeball was quiet, hidden in the grass.

"Brock!" Ash scolded.

"It's over there, my Vulpix will have the advantage," Brock reasoned.

"Pikachu's just as good as your Vulpix and you already have a Scyther!"

"Ssscyther!"

The argument ended abruptly as the space between the two boys was suddenly breached, wisps of cool air blowing back against them as something flew between them.

"It's getting away!" Ash barked before taking off after it.

The two teens turned, preparing to pursue the escaping pokemon. It took a moment for them to realize exactly which direction it had fled in. The Scyther had run in the same direction that they had just come from. In the direction that Misty had, only a few moments prior, decided would be a nice place to stay put while they caught their prey. Suddenly, a piercing scream rended the atmosphere, drifting on the wind from the direction the Scyther had fled.
"Misty!" Ash exclaimed as he suddenly realized that their friend must have had a little run in with their target.

"Oh, no," Brock moaned, "She's gonna freak!"
The boys high tailed it in the direction of the scream only to see Misty fleeing and the said pokemon chasing her.

"Wha-?" Brock stared in shock as Misty wailed.

"Get it away! Get it away!"

Brock crossed his arms. "Well, you know, Ash, maybe you can have this one."

"Go, Pikachu!"

His companion hadn't even heard him, already inching closer to where the Scyther was still chasing Misty around the clearing.

"Pikachu, use Quick Attack!"

The little electric pokemon vanished in a yellow blur, only to reappear on the other side, slamming headlong into the green bug pokemon swiping at their red haired friend.

Misty, catching sight of Pikachu, kept running through a wall of hedge like bushes before finally skidding to a halt on the other side. She panted, glancing around.

Was that rustling she heard?
Her head whipped from side to side, red hair gathered to the side in a ponytail swaying with the motion as she glanced around in an attempt to find the source of the rustling. Her dark eyes widened as she realized she'd ran into a thicker part of the forest than they had been traveling in. Thick bushes surrounded her as tall trees loomed intimidating overhead. She gasped when she realized that more than one of those concealing plants was shaking quite a bit.

"Ssssssssssc....."

She trembled, balling her fists, ready to dart away.

No way, that wasn't what she thought it was... It couldn't be...

"Ssscyther!"

Her breath caught and held as a green head poked from a nearby bush, eyes trained directly on her.

She froze, not sure if she should run or stay still but then it shifted an arm, the massive blade cutting through the greenery. She took off in a panic and she dared not look back.

~*~*~*~
"Those little twerps'll never know what hit 'em!" Meowth grinned, hopping up onto the top of their Acme super vac, making the last minute preparations to the machine. "We're ready!"

Jessie laughed a high pitched sound that startled the occupants of the clearing below. She extended an arm, pointing at them.
From their bird's eye view above, the members of Team Rocket watched the little scene below in amusement.

"Prepare for trouble!"

"And make it double."

Jessie posed dramatically. "To protect the world from devastation."

James mirrored her. "To unite all people within our nation."

"To denounce the evils of truth and love."

"To extend our reach to the stars above."

"Jessie!"

"James!"

"Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light."

"Surrender now or prepare to fight."

"Meowth. That's right!" Meowth gave a toothy grin and flicked the big red switch between his paws. The Acme super vac suspended beneath the balloon whirred to life.

Ash and Brock froze and once again their attempt to capture the Scyther was disrupted.

"Oh, no, not again!" Ash moaned as he cast an upward glance at the hovering balloon. "Don't those guys ever give up?!"
"Yeah, this makes� What? The sixth time this week?" Brock replied, "Right, Misty? Er... Misty?"
"Misty?" Ash added his own voice to Brock's as they both diverted their eyes from Team Rocket to look for their companion.
"Pika?" Pikachu intoned worriedly. Misty was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, you, little twerps! Never ignore Team Rocket! Meowth, manuver the vacuum, suck up the pikachu and the scyther!" Jessie laughed and James joined her as the balloon drifted ever closer, the whirring sound a steady hum at their feet.

The trio cackled with evil delight as the pokemon beneath them were sucked up through the Acme super vac and into the custom-made net catch suspended beneath the balloon, beneath the vacuum.

"Ah, ha ha ha!"

"Pikachu!" Ash's attention was immediately drawn back to the sky, his eyes widened as he watched his little friend sucked into the vacuum.
"They got the scyther too!" Brock added, clenching his fist in anger.
"Now we have your pikachu, Ash Ketchum," Jessie taunted, "What're you gonna do about it now!"
Ash growled, brows furrowed in annoyance, but then smoothed out as he suddenly smiled. "Pikachu! Thunder attack!" He commanded.
From within the vacuum's hose, an affirmative response was heard. "Pika-CHUUUU!"
There was a crackle but Jessie only laughed again, waving her hand like she was brushing away a fly.

"You think that's going to work? This is a special Acme super vac, double re-enforced and electricity resistant! We even have a new, state of the art all rubber netting system!"

"Um..."

She glanced to the side toward the offending voice. "What is it? Speak up, you rotten cat!"

Meowth shifted. "Actually, this is the second model."

"Oh," James perked up. "The second model! Fancy! The second model comes equipped with extra suction power, steel casters and an extra set of vacuum hoses and belts for easy maintenance."

Meowth and Jessie turned glares in his direction.

"What?" He blinked.

"You idiot!" Jessie glowered, but the electric crackling had gotten louder and the very air around them seemed to hum.

"Uh oh... I think this is bad!" Meowth murmured.

The crackling soon became a roar as the metal lined hose of the vacuum seemed to explode as electric bolts rended it in half. The blast freed both pokemon who fell unharmed to the ground. The hot air balloon, as well as its occupants, however, did not fare quite so well.
"Ahhhhhh!" Meowth and Jessie yelled, their voice raised. Their bodies jerked from the impact, Jessie and Meowth holding onto nothing flew off like debris in one direction. James, holding onto the wicker of the balloon flew off in another.

Meanwhile, Ash and Pikachu were reunited on the ground and Brock captured the scyther which had been stunned slightly by Pikachu's attack on the vacuum.
"Pikachu! Thank goodness you're okay!" Ash exclaimed.
"Pika-chuuu!" The little yellow pokemon replied, then his ears perked up as beady eyes scanned the surrounding area. "Pika?"
Brock looked up from the bag he'd been stuffing the pokeball into at this. "Hey, he's right, Ash. Misty. She's still not here. Where'd she go?"

~*~*~*~
The Scyther had since vanished and Misty had come to the startling and very scary reality that she was both alone and lost in a patch of highly dense, highly pokemon populated wooded area.

She walked with her arms folded across her chest, glancing around quickly. The trees were full of life and densely packed with foliage. The forest reflected life, rustling and chirping. She could see little of the sky through the thick canopy overhead, but she didn't need to. She heard the distant rumbling; she felt it as it neared at a startling pace.

A loud crack almost overheard seemed to make the very ground beneath her feet vibrate.

She was alone and lost... What was she going to do?

"Just great," The redhead mumbled. "Can it possibly get any worse?"

As if in answer to her inquiry, the already cloudy sky darkened even further, followed soon after by a deep rumbling and then eventually, a downpour of rain commenced.
Misty growled to herself, then raised her face to the sky in anger, "That was a rhetorical question!" She shouted.
Absently, she wondered if the others were out of the rain or if they, too, were stuck in a sudden downpour. Without waiting around to be totally soaked, she started to run, trying to search for someplace to hide herself through the almost fog-thick rain. She ran, her feet sliding on the uneven ground. Water ran down her bare thighs and arms, chilling her.

Through the patter of the rain and the wind, she thought she heard another low scyther growl and whipped around and then stopped and darted in another direction. She flew into a mushy clearing, stunned and too shocked by her discover to think about what she was actually seeing.

A small, run down little shack that looked like little more than a deserted tool shed was her salvation. She ran to the rickety door and shoved it open, but the door was loose and gave way easily, slamming hard inside and almost off its weak hinges.
Misty sighed as she looked around the drab interior. "Well... it's better than nothing." She muttered, casting a glance over her shoulder at the pouring rain, mentally comparing it to the dingy, but dry shed. Pushing the door back into place, she made her way on inside, feeling her way as she went.
Her eyes strayed over a withering pile of straw in one corner and a folded up, dusty looking blanket... or was that a funny looking tarp? She sighed softly to herself feeling almost sorry she'd gotten herself stuck in such a dump.

"Beggars can't be choosers," She muttered, recalling the words her mother had often used.

The wind howled and kicked against the shack and she wondered if she'd be safer outside, at least out there she wouldn't have to worry about the roof coming down on her head, she thought sourly, rubbing her cold arms.

As she continued to grumble to herself she thought she heard a heavy thump in the direction of the door. A distinctly different sound than the windy rumbling the shack was making.

Curiously, and having forgotten about the Scyther, she pulled the door open a bit, only when the latch gave way the weight pressing on the other side of the door was too much and it flew out of her grip.

She gaped as she saw a body, a familiar one, lying over the doorstep of her temporary... what? Cabin? Shelter?

Was it really James? She didn't see blood anywhere and despite the guy being a major nuisance and maybe a few cards short of a full deck - she didn't want to see the guy seriously hurt.

Okay, fine, she was going to ignore the whole air disaster, balloon destruction, getting almost blown up thing that happened everyday. That was common place and he seemed to survive it okay.

She hoped not all those little disasters ended with him being laid out cold somewhere like this. She hadn't...

She realized with shame, she hadn't really thought about it before.

Grasping him by the shoulders of his shirt, Misty proceeded to drag the unconscious young man into the interior of the shack, placing him as comfortably as she could upon the mound of hay and then went back to shut the door again. Once that had been accomplished, she returned to her guest, grabbing the blanket/tarp on the way. By the time she came to stand by James' form, the shivering had taken back over her body. The cold damp air stole into every pore of her skin and she knew what had to be done, whether she wanted to or not.
Remembering an incident in which she'd accidentally fallen into a lake during one of their hunts, Misty grimaced. She'd kept her soaked clothes on, thinking they would dry on her body and thus had earned herself a cold. Recalling what Nurse Joy had told her afterward as she had tended her sickness...
"Remember, Misty, the next time you find your clothes wet, remove them immediately and wrap up warmly. The wet layers impede any warmth that might come from a blanket or fire, so you have to remove the barrier. Also," she blushed as she remembered the pretty nurses words, "Shared body heat is another sure fire way to chase away the cold." Nurse Joy had said with a sly wink.
Back in the secluded, dry but dank hut, Misty stared down at James, his wet clothes clinging to his shivering body, and sighed.
"Oh, just wonderful."
She did not want to take him out of whatever dorky team rocket gear he was in, but seeing as he seemed to be out cold, she really didn't have much choice.

"Rotten stupid group of rejects..." She mumbled angrily as she pulled off his boots. "How did I get stuck with this crappy job?"

She told herself she wasn't looking at him when she reached for the waistband of his pants. They were spattered with mud and ripped at the knee. She slipped her fingers beneath and pulled, averting her eyes, only to have them dart back up without her permission.

She scolded herself but looked only to see he was wearing boxer shorts beneath. They were light colored and... patterned.

She averted her eyes again, smirking at the little smiley faces he had printed on his underwear.

With the hard part out of the way she maneuvered him out of his shirt and took the garments and carefully laid them out. Luckily, the roof didn't leak.

That had to be a small miracle, she thought bitterly.

As she turned back to his shivering form she eyed the underwear again. Should she take those off?

She sighed, realizing she should before casting her eyes over the place once more. Spotting the blanket in the corner she fetched it and shook it out, trying not to disturb too much dust in the place.

She laid it over him and hiked it up slowly as she sat near his feet. Gripping the waistband of his shorts she slowly pulled them down, the blanket sliding with her hands downward, protecting his modesty.

She silently cheered to herself when she had them in her hand, only to realize what she was holding and she dropped them a moment later in shock.

She had James' underwear!

More importantly, or perhaps more mortifying, she had James without his underwear!
Misty flushed hard, but knew that she had to push on and get the rest of it over with. Reaching up, she began to unbutton her jumper, turning away as she peeled off the heavy demin and then tackling her blouse. Once she had those taken off, she removed her shoes and soaked socks and then finally, her panties. She wore no bra. As quickly as possible, and before she could actually think about what she was doing, she slipped beneath the blanket with the unconscious male member of Team Rocket.
'I hate my life,' She thought bitterly.
The aforementioned male member moaned in his sleep and turned, toward her no less. She tried not to tense as his maleness was suddenly pressed up and close against her.

She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

'Why?' She silently lamented, but instead of whining she put her arms around him, trying to fight off the awkward feelings.

She'd known James for a couple of years at least through their ... rivalries? Was rivalry the right word? After all, he wasn't a rival of hers; he just wanted Ash's pikachu to give to his boss... No, maybe that wasn't a rivalry.

He curved his body against her, and one of his legs ended up between her knees. She clenched her teeth in anger as he scooted closer and closer until there was no space left to be had between their bodies, his breath against her neck.

He was lucky he was unconscious and hurt, she silently fumed, or else he'd really be getting a butt-kicking.

But at the same time... James was more well built than he looked in that awful suit, wasn't he?

She flushed at her own comment and tried to push it away.
She finally succeeded in pushing the thought away, then wished she could push James away as well when he shifted again, his hand sliding between them with the movement and somehow miraculously coming to be pressed against her chest and his. 'Well, shit.'
He moaned again, a sort of distant, disoriented sound. Maybe it was a purr of contentment, he was, after all, curling up to something warm and soft.

She scoffed, wanting to shove him away, the dirty pervert, but she kept her good sense and didn't.

His head lifted, just slightly, his breath was hot against her skin and she could feel it now against her jaw as he moved.

His eyes were open.

Oh...!

Uh oh!

But he just blinked groggily at her. The hand between their bodies was dangerously close to her breast as he shifted yet again.
Misty managed to keep as straight a face as possible as she looked into James' stunned eyes. "Glad to see you're awake." She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable conclusion.
He opened his mouth to reply and then closed it again. Moving as if to slide away from her the hand between them skimmed her breast. His eyes widened when he realized exactly what he'd touched. "Oops..."

Misty's eyebrow twitched, but she still couldn't suppress the delightful shiver that the unintentional caress had caused and blushed as she felt her nipple tighten into a hardened bud. "It's...okay." She managed to bite out.
He quickly jerked his hand away; seeming to realize exactly who he had just touched so intimately. He sat up, or rather, tried to, only to find himself and the girl wrapped within the folds of an old blanket. He also felt a wave of dizziness come over him at the sudden move and moaned lightly, his head swimming.
"Careful, James, you might have a concussion or something. You hit the ground pretty hard out there from the sound of it." Misty reached out and drew the groaning young man back down onto the make shift pallet beside her, drawing the blanket up to cover them both.
He blinked a few times and settled onto his back, carefully disengaging himself from her. "What happened?" He murmured, his voice soft, so unlike his normal tone.
Misty chuckled lightly, "I'm just guessing here, but I'm thinking Team Rocket blasted off again."
"Ah, I remember. Our plans really go so much better when we don't plan," He remarked absently.

Misty arched an eyebrow at him, "Then why do you plan them?"
He turned to look at her, aghast. "We're Team Rocket - Team Rocket doesn't fly by the seat of its pants! We plan; we are a well oiled pokemon snatching machine!" His eyes glittered with pride at the statement despite his many, many failures.
Misty couldn't help it. The fierce declaration was awe inspiring, but when coupled with the knowledge of how everything normally went when they faced off with the self-proclaimed "well oiled pokemon snatching machine", then... well... she just laughed. Attempting to stifle the sound, Misty unthinkingly buried her face in James' neck.
He tensed at her close, casual contact, but didn't shove her away. "It's not supposed to be funny," He huffed.
Misty's humor subsided, but for some reason, she found she couldn't draw her face away from the crook of his neck. There was a sweet, masculine smell that captivated her senses and just wouldn't allow her to pull away. All the while wondering what was wrong with her, Misty gave into the urge, inhaling the scent deeply even as she murmured an apology. "I know it wasn't. I'm sorry, James."
The apology offset his momentary offense and he let it go. His hand slid up and into the soft depths of her short hair. She had gotten rid of the wayward pony tail on the side, but her hair was still short. And soft, he amended.

Jessie wasn't soft, Jessie was a ... Jessie is bitchy, He thought.

The deep rumble of thunder sounded, followed closely by a flash of lightening as the wind increased, blowing the rain harshly against the walls of the shack. Startled, Misty jumped, clutching tighter to James and burying her face even more against the curve of his neck, so close that her lips brushed the soft skin.
Turning so that their bodies touched, his arms slid around her. She was warm and welcoming and clung to him like she wanted to be held and no one had ever wanted him to comfort them. He sank into the depths of her comforting embrace enjoying the soft moment for as long as he could hold onto it. It had been forever since someone had truly held him.
'What is going on?' Misty wondered to herself, not believing what was happening, but unable to find her voice to protest. She felt how strong his arms seemed, wrapped around her almost possessively. She shivered, but it had nothing to do with the cold. How many times had she wanted Ash to hold her in his arms possessively? And all he'd ever shown interest in were his pokemon. She moved her head back in order to look at James' face, wondering what he was thinking of this odd turn of events.
He wasn't looking at her, but when she pulled back, his closed eyes opened and their gazes met. His eyes were raw with want, need of comfort. He didn't pull or try to force her, he held her loosely, allowing her to decide if she wanted to remain there with him.
Misty was having a hard time deciding on what exactly she wanted. She was torn between wanting to jerk back, scramble away and put some proximity between their intimately close bodies. On the other hand, there was also the desire to lean in closer, to draw him against her and relish in the delightful warmth that their combined body heat produced. She noticed that he wasn't pressuring her one way or the other. Did he really not mind the situation they were in? Would he object if she were to say, kiss him? She blushed as the thought of actually kissing James crossed her mind.

Where had that come from?

Returning her attention back to the man laying beside her, she realized he was still looking at her with that somewhat longing expression in his eyes. For the first time, Misty took in his features. His medium length, light indigo hair fell to his shoulders, the wet strands just brushing the nape of his neck. His green eyes stared back at her in such a way that Misty was compelled to give in. There was simply no choice in the matter.

With a soft sigh leaving her lips, Misty took James, and herself, by surprise when she leaned into him, lightly pressing her lips against his.
James gasped at the softness of the touch, and almost drew back from her. When her hands slid up to his shoulders, his reasoning slipped. This little shack with a thunderstorm trapping the two of them inside seemed like a completely different universe. What did it matter to anyone outside what happened in here, or to them here what happened outside?

What good reason did he have to push away the comfort she was offering?

His reasoning crumbled and he reached for her, his hands finding her hips, pulling her near him again, the soft kiss shared between enemies, if that's what they were, turned deep.

Misty's eyes popped open momentarily in surprise when he pulled her up against him, only to flutter back closed as one of his hands began a sensual massage on her hip. Pressing closer, she gasped into his mouth when she felt something twitch lightly between their lower bodies before beginning to grow long and hard.
Curious and feeling bold she moved her hand between their bodies, searching for the offending flesh that had poked at her. She knew what she was searching for and though the thought made her blush, it excited her. When she found it, James' mouth tore from hers, a moan escaping his lips.
Misty faltered, growing worried at the sound. It had sounded almost tortured. "James, a-are you alright?" She asked tentatively, but never thought to move her hand from his hardening flesh.
He dropped his head to her neck, eyes closing, kissing along her shoulder. "Oh yes... do that more..."

Her concern died at the raw sound of his voice and the shifting of his hips forward, almost against her hand and she flushed. Doing as he asked, Misty allowed her hand to move in a soft caress over the length she held, wondering at the soft, and yet hard, contrast to the extremity as well as the fact that it seemed to grow even warmer within her grasp. She felt James' hips pick up a faster pace as he moved against her hand, his lips continuing to pepper kisses along her shoulder before shifting lower to her collar bone.

Her free hand rose up and gently threaded her fingers through his damp hair, attempting to anchor him to her, but he pulled himself just slightly lower, his mouth skimming over the swell of her breast, reveling silently in her gasp. For several long moments he allowed her to caress him before he pulled her hand away and dropped his head lower. His tongue flicked over the delicate peak of her breast and Misty squirmed, her gasp becoming almost a cry.
Easing her onto her back, James leaned over her, his mouth and tongue playing across her skin, trailing between the valley of her breasts before climbing to the top to once again take the hardened peak into his mouth, suckling on it lightly. He glanced up to see her eyes closed. She was pale and small, but her flame orange hair stood out light a light upon a dark horizon. Cries slipped from her lips and he leaned in, changing the position of his knees to press himself against her, his erection nestled against her intimately.

Her eyes flew open and he drew his mouth back.

"You've never done this before, have you?" He asked, his voice uncertain and soft as if he were unsure they should really continue.

"Of course not...." She answered. "I've been waiting...."
"Waiting," He repeated, his voice a gentle murmur. "For what? True love? The right one?" His voice was tender, but curious, holding nothing of the bitter sharpness one might have expected. "Or were you waiting for that boy? That one you travel with. Ash... Were you waiting for him?"

He trailed off, lowering his mouth to slide his lips over her other nipple, his teeth nipping against her skin.

"I-" Misty began, but was cut off by his action, her back arching, mouth falling open in a soundless moan.

Her lack of answer only seemed to please him inside. Was the feel of him that good? His experience previous to her had always seemed to include a dominant woman and Misty showed no signs of turning dominant on him. He shifted over her, sliding lower and she trembled slightly. He didn't look up, instead dragging his tongue down the flat plane of her belly to dip into the tiny well of her navel.
Misty thought, between sensations, that she had been doing just that, but what James was doing to her was causing so many different sensations and causing her thinking process to grow fuzzy. Had she been saving herself for Ash? Or had she secretly been longing for James all along? She was so confused. She gasped as his tongue teased her navel, causing her to involuntarily push her hips up, not knowing what it was that she wanted, but the only word that she managed to say was a broken, "James!"
He pushed back, the taste of her lingering on his tongue as he moved both of his legs to one side. He trailed a hand down her leg to the curve of her knee and then up, slowly, trailing inward, pushing gently between her thighs. She didn't resist as he touched her, guiding the palm of his hand against the insides of her legs, softly touching. When his hand trailed higher she glanced over at him quickly. She wasn't sure if she should let him continue or not.

Her thoughts were jumbled, not to mention her feelings. Could he really want her that much? Ash and Brock just treated her like 'one of the guys' and she wasn't used to being thought of as female. Yet here James was, apparently seeing her as all woman. She just asked, "James?" With all the uncertainty she could muster. She didn't know about the act, though she knew how it worked, but she was swiftly seeing that knowing and experiencing were two different things, just like training pokemon.
His eyes darted up to meet hers and he paused at the emotion welling in her eyes. "Do... do you want to stop? I won't touch you if you don't want me to. It's... well... I've been told it's different for girls."
Misty nodded idly. She'd been told this as well by Nurse Joy. Lord, that woman had been a fountain of interesting information that day... "Yes, it is... and no... I don't want you to stop." She blushed daintily as she said the last.
He nodded, accepting her answer and her uneasiness, somewhat expecting it. He moved slow as he eased her legs apart. He shifted again, his skin had warmed and the shack wasn't as cold as it would have been had it been snowing instead of raining, but there was a little nip to the air. Just enough to make itself known. He moved his fingers up to her navel and traveled down slowly, sliding through the curls that met his fingertips and then lower. Misty's legs seemed to clench, the muscles tightening as he slid his fingers against her soft petals of skin.
Misty felt almost embarrassed as she felt his fingers part her. Previously, no one had touched her there. It felt, odd and whatever she had left for thought fled in the face of these feelings that his fingers were bringing to life within her. She blushed as she felt herself get wet. That had never happened before. She moaned as the awkwardness receded to be replaced by a feeling very like hunger, but not quite. She couldn't describe it! Her hips shifted without her direction, wanting more, but she didn't know what that more really was!
Words escaped her lips that were incomprehensible as his fingers rubbed along the center of her and her body jolted with each stroke. James was grinning, something she missed as her eyes went from closed with pleasure to open trying, it seemed, to fight it off.

"Relax, it's supposed to feel good..." He murmured and leaned down to kiss her stomach.

She did so, but it was momentary as his fingers slipped lower, one pressing gently at the moistened entrance of her and then slowly sinking inward. She held her breath.

"Relax..." He urged again. When the pent up breath wasn't released, he looked up. "Does it hurt?"

She exhaled, loudly. "No..."

She quivered as he chuckled against her side. "Good," He whispered. "Do you want me to stop now?" He asked, making as to withdraw his hand.
"No-!" Misty's hand shot down, grasping his wrist and stilling his finger's withdrawal. "Don't stop." She managed to gasp, bringing another chuckle from James' chest.
Pleased at her reaction he began to move the finger slowly, gently stroking it inside her and she responded, moving her hips shyly, broken gasps escaping her lips. Her hands flattened against the floor, grasping handfuls of straw.
James smiled at her response and very carefully added a second finger, knowing that this was her first time. He didn't want to hurt her any more than was necessary. She gasped and his fingers stilled. "How does that feel?" She seemed so nervous and tense that he wondered what he could do to ease her into this. "Do you mind if I try something?"
Stiffly, Misty nodded, not quite sure what the "something" was that he wanted to try.
He temporarily removed his fingers from her warm core, gently parting her legs. "Trust me, please?" He asked when she tensed up again.

With one look into his open, and to her surprise, caring expression, she nodded and let him climb between them. He bent down and kissed her navel before going lower. It seemed that being in the hands of a dominatrix could have beneficial side effects to it, such as teaching him how to please a woman. He inhaled deeply before gently kissing her outer folds and then spreading them with one hand before moving further inwards with his lips and tongue.
At the first flick of his tongue, her hips bucked and he moved his hands to hold them down. Not restraining, just enough to keep her from jerking wildly. He lapped at the strip of flesh between her folds and she cried out, loudly, her hands clenching at the straw ferally. He swirled his tongue around her bundle of nerves and her hands flew from the straw to his hair. Her hands tightened into fists, his strands between her fingers and he almost groaned at the uncomfortable pressure against his scalp, but her moans of pleasure distracted him, and her, as he changed the pressure of his tongue.
Misty couldn't believe the pleasurable sensation that this was causing. It was soothing her nervousness completely away! All she could do was moan and clutch his hair. Finally she was able to cry, "More!"
He flicked his tongue against her quicker and her hips moved with him as much as they could with his hands still holding them down. She moaned and arched, her pitch increasing, before peaking in audible satisfaction, her body coming apart in pleasure. Her vision colored and darkened all at once. She trembled violently beneath him, her breathing coming in uneven heaves as she fought to catch it.
James licked his lips, tasting the last drops of her essence even as he looked up, assessing her state. He paused, wondering if he would be allowed to continue. Jessie had never allowed him to before, but now, he had the chance. The chance to bring Misty to an even higher state than she was already in. The difference being that he would be in her this time. Gauging her readiness, he took a chance and carefully placed himself at her entrance, looking down into her eyes, waiting for her response.
He moved slowly, pressing gently at her tight entrance. She shifted slightly and he stopped, but when she seemed to relax he moved again, inching forward. He stopped, buried in her shallowly and moved back a pace before advancing forward again. Beneath him, she shuddered.

"Okay?" His voice was strained and tight as he slid deeper into the warm depths of her body, farther this time than the last.

She didn't give an audible response and he glanced up to see the last few shakes of a nod. Her eyes were closed and her body was tense. His hips moved smoothly as he pulled back from her again and slid smoothly inward and paused, their bodies completely joined. Over a shuddered breath, their eyes met. She gave him a half-smile that seemed to dispel the burden of worry that had been weighing on his shoulders. The worry he'd hurt her and she'd hate him...
He started to move slowly again, this time more confident and less hesitant.

Misty found that she could no longer produce any sounds other than moans from the overload of sensations. There had been minimal pain and nothing like what Nurse Joy had described to her. Now there was only this sensation of fullness. Her hips started involuntarily meeting his thrusts. She reached up, blindly needing to hold onto something. Her hands found his forearms where they held his weight off of her. She placed one leg around his hips, finding herself wanting more.
She arched her hips with his movements and the added friction of her movement caused James to groan. Their movements quickened as they learned to please each other, their bodies riding a wave to its inevitable crest. Misty's hands shifted from his forearms up, to loop around his neck and to pull him closer to her, pressing her chest as close to his as she could get as the feelings inside her spiked higher and higher. They met mutual gratification together, both crying out the other's name as they reached their peak.
James clasped her close, feeling complete for the first time in his life. Into this satisfaction, a tiny thread of doubt crept it, what if she didn't feel the same? She had enjoyed his attentions, true, but she had said that she was waiting for someone and who had never been verified. There had always been some measure of safety with Jessie as he always knew where he stood, at her feet, usually. This was so uncertain.

He rolled them so that he wasn't lying on top of her anymore, but instead, she was laying on him. He decided that was a very, very pleasant weight indeed and resolved to feel this as often as possible, if Misty would let him. He let their ragged breathing calm, even as he cradled her close to his chest as if she was something precious to him.
She'd been quiet, but now she shifted, lifting her head from where it had been laid against his chest.

"The rain stopped..." She observed absently.

Her tone was not encouraging, every bit of uncertainty he felt was reflected in her voice.

She took a deep breath. "This is going to be kind of awkward now, isn't it?"

Honesty, he decided, was best. "I don't know."

Misty pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "Why don't you know? I think it could be very awkward."
"It does have that potential, it's true." He took a moment, gauging what was going on in that brain of hers. He wondered how to approach what he wanted to ask, then decided that his original question was as valid as any other and could give him a hint as to what she was feeling. "You never did answer me when you said that you were saving yourself. Who were you saving yourself for?" He asked softly and with a gentle undertone that could not disguise the feelings that he had somehow developed for this small woman in his arms.
"I don't know," She answered unsteadily. "Sometimes things don't happen the way you think they should and the people you want to be a certain way just aren't. And nothing you do can change that. And if that's the way things really are, what's the point of waiting for a specific person?" she asked.

Her voice sounded numb and hopeless. It was discouraging. He rubbed his hands along her hips gently trying to warm her, or comfort her. "Maybe what you're looking for is just in the wrong person... It doesn't mean someone else out there won't be what you want."

Misty closed her eyes, allowing James' words to sink in. Perhaps he was right and Ash wasn't who she was meant to be with after all.. Maybe, she could find someone else who could fill that loneliness that she'd felt in her heart for so long... Maybe...
"I think you're right. There's always the chance that I'll find someone much better than Ash Ketchum. Someone who'll put me first, ahead of stupid pokemon." She met his blue-green gaze and wondered. 'Would James be the one to do that?'
They laid there in silence listening to the roof drip onto something outside. The rain and stormy weather was gone, but the wind remained as though to remind them what had driven them together here.

James stared at the ceiling. Did he mean himself when he suggested those things? He'd like to do that - be a normal guy and do normal stuff with a girl. He liked her, she was spunky and loud and still soft and yielding. She didn't make him feel like he was a servant or stupid like Jessie did sometimes.

After several more tense moments of silence she turned to him with laughing eyes and a grin. "Well, James, want to run away with me?" She giggled at the prospect, already imagining a little love nest tucked in the center of a major city where no one would ever look for them.

It was heaven in her imagination.
"I'd love to go, my life sucks, your life sucks." He made a face at her and she laughed.

"Oh please, you're not even good at being a pokemon thief, you've gotta be good at something."
He frowned at her.
"Oh, don't pout; I wasn't trying to be mean."
James' face seemed to take on a contemplative expression. "Well... there are those gadgets that I usually make for Team Rocket during our missions." He stated a bit proudly.
She made a face at him and then smiled. "We couldn't just run away I think. It would be kinda selfish."
He was quiet a moment. "But we see each other all the time..."
She pictured a giant balloon with a big "R" on it exploding and the sight of him and the other two hurtling through the air and she laughed.

"That's true; I only have to wait until you try to steal Pikachu again. You know that's stupid, Pikachu only gets stronger and stronger..."

"I know," James moped, "But Jessie won't give up. I suggested we catch pokemon, but she wouldn't listen to me... She's very assertive."
James smirked. "Mmm... maybe she is a bit..." Misty shot him a look. "Okay, alot more... domineering."

Misty snorted. "Dominatrix is more like it."

From under his breath, James murmured, "How right you are."
The topic seemed to die as neither of them said anything about it again and a little spot of silence followed.
"So..."
"Well..."

"We could always see each other outside of our... other lives, couldn't we? Meet, maybe?" she suggested, her voice just shy of hopeful.
James' face brightened with a slight blush at what Misty was implying, but nodded in agreement all the same. Despite his performance earlier, a rather impressive performance if he did say so himself, he was really quite shy.
Once that had been settled, they supposed the next thing needed to be done was to get dressed. There was another round of blushing from both as they realized that there wasn't anything for them to get dressed behind... like it mattered much anyway. They had already seen each others bodies up close and personal earlier. Misty grimaced as she slipped her still damp clothing back on.
She sat on the floor and listened to him rustle into his clothes behind her and twisted her hands nervously. She almost couldn't believe she'd done this. She sighed softly and stood up when the rustling stopped and tentatively took a glance behind her. He was dressed.
"So, what do you think? Do you want to? Ash and I and the others are going to Pewter City next, Brock wants to visit his siblings. And it probably has something to do with the Pokemon Center Convention going on there; it will be full of Nurse Joy look-a-like's. While they're busy, maybe we could go out?"
The cute smile he bestowed upon her had Misty's stomach doing tiny flip flops and she suddenly realized something. With a jolt, she discovered that she didn't regret what she and James had done. Not at all.

"I'd love to, Misty. See you there at, say, seven o'clock?" He said in way of response. She smiled, thankful that he wanted to continue seeing her.
Another awkward silence befell them and Misty moved toward the door. "I should go; they're probably looking for me. It'll be dark soon and I don't want to get lost."
Or anymore lost than she already was, but no point in telling him that, she thought.

For an instant, James wished that he could accompany her to find her friends, but retracted that thought, knowing that it would not be for the best. "I know, I should really be finding Jessie and Meowth. I'm sure they're around here someplace." He went to the door as well, opening it and holding it for Misty to exit the hut first. "Well then..." He trailed off once they were outside. He found himself reluctant to leave her side.
He shifted and then grabbed her arm as she made to leave. She turned back curiously, completely unprepared for the press of his lips against hers. It was quick and chaste and she blushed slightly.
"Now we should go," he smiled slightly as though they couldn't have parted otherwise.

She returned his smile and turned to leave, glancing at the forest surrounding them. She hid her frown and moved toward the trees and wondered what was watching her before stopping. "You know what... You think you could help me find them?"
He blinked, surprised.
"There's... icky things in there."
He grinned. "Sure. If you think Ash wouldn't mind."

Misty frowned, "And I should care if Ash minds, why?" She asked sourly.
More at easy together than suddenly apart they walked into the forest surrounding them. The silence wasn't as strained as it could've been and with Misty's wandering eye for bug pokemon she missed most of the grins on James's face every time she yelped and grabbed onto his arm demanding he protect her.

They hadn't walked more than a half hour before a shout caught their attention and they drew to a stop. Misty turned toward him uncertainly.
"That sounds like Brock..." She murmured.

"MISTY!"

His voice sounded a little hoarse, she almost felt guilty leaving them to search for her so long.

James noticed the look of guilt and used his fingers to tip her chin up so that he could see her face more clearly. "Hey, cheer up; you're back with your friends now. I'd better go and find Jessie and Meowth now." With another sweet kiss, he released her, drawing back before turning and taking off at a sprint, not wanting to be seen by the others who were drawing closer by the second.

The shouting drew closer and Misty moved toward it almost stumbling into Brock.
"Misty! Ash, I've got her!" His arms closed around her briefly in a brotherly sort of way. "We've been looking all over for you."

"If you idiots hadn't run off and left me alone I wouldn't have gotten lost."
Ash reappeared, but whatever good mood he was in died when he heard her snapping at them again. "We didn't leave you! We turned around and you were gone!"
"Bull! You both were too intent on capturing that one scyther that you didn't even realize there was an entire pack of them in the bushes right behind me!" Misty spat. "Of course, I ran and wound up completely lost, and then that storm came up and I got soaking wet. Not to mention having to wait it out in a rickety old shack."
They both gave her withering looks. "A shack?" Brock questioned before pulling at his clothing, plastered to his body. "We didn't have a shack, we looked in the rain."
Her mouth snapped closed, but only briefly. "So, it was your own fault."

"It's our fault you got lost! You're the one who ran off!" Ash growled.
Misty turned her nose up. "Let's go already." She grumbled, turning away, but once her back was turned, a small but happy smile graced her face.

~*~*~*~
James wound himself around to where Meowth and Jessie had crash landed. The surrounding area bore the signs of impact. Broken branches, disturbed soil... ripped cothes.
"Those dumb twerps! This was a brand new set of boots!" Jessie growled, rubbing her hands along her ankles as though trying to buff off the scuff marks with her hands. "And where is that reject, James?"

"Eh, probably lost," Meowth replied, his gaze directed upward toward their ruined balloon now caught in the canopy above.

"Ah, there you are."
Meowth and Jessie turned toward him as he entered. Neither looked happy to see him.
"Where have you been?! Jessie practically screeched as she rose from her seat; apparently her scuffed boots had lost favor of her attention.
James' face took on an offended look as he straightened his shoulders, his new found confidence, courtesy of his time spent with Misty, shining through. "Where was I? Where were you? Why weren't you looking for me?"
Jessie blinked, silenced in mid-rant by both James' tone as well as the look in his eyes. They held a sort of defiant look, as if to say 'Don't play with me. I mean business.' It was quite a turn on, really...
The red haired woman's expression changed from rage, to confusion, to pleasantly surprised before she began to slink up beside her partner in crime.
"Well, your little walk in the rain did wonders for you, didn't it?" Her voice was almost a purr. She came up beside him and laid her hand against his chest.

"Keh! Take your mating ritual somewhere else!" Meowth complained, giving them dirty looks from his place by the nearest tree trunk.

His claws were still extended and little grooves had been cut into the smooth barked tree from his scratching. He was ignored.
James plucked her hand away by her wrist and stepped past her. "We need to get moving, the twerps are already heading out, I saw them along the way. I think we should really try that fake pokemon center idea again, even if we don't get the little electric rat we could at least swipe something else."

Jessie and Meowth exchanged glances.

"Plus!" James turned around with a smile. "We need to pick up our paychecks!"

Jessie and Meowth's expressions quickly changed at the mention of money and immediately disregarded James' previously odd behavior.

"Right! Let's get a move on. Team Rocket has a pikachu to catch!" Jessie exclaimed, quickly heading off in a random direction, quickly followed by Meowth. James hung back a bit, a secretly pleased smile on his lips.
'Soon, Misty� I will see you soon.'

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OWARI

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