AN: So, this is my first time writing for Pokemon, let along Rocketshipping. I got this as a request on tumblr, the prompt being "I wouldn't mind some rocketshipping fap material" and I'm actually pretty proud of this. I managed to keep them in character, I think, thus why I'm posting it here.

"Hold still, James."

The man in question whined "Jessie, it's so cold out here."

The pair were in the woods, having wandered just far enough that their cries would not reach Meowth's ears. He was the last person (err…Pokemon) who needed to know about this. Jessie had pinned him against a tree long ago, but with newly exposed flesh now out in the open after Jessie had yanked his pants down to his ankles, well, it was hard for James to stop squirming.

"You know just as well as I do that in a few seconds the cold will be the last thing on your mind. Now act like a man and stop whining, because I don't do this for little boys."

He was about to fall into their routine bickering, but the sudden warmth of her mouth around his erection hushed him silent. He felt himself going limp against the tree. Arceus, she was good at this.

It wasn't long until he could feel the need for release - she was nothing if not efficient. Desperately, a gloved hand grasped for her hair. "J-Jessie…"

Immediately, she pulled back, a smirk on her face as she moved to stand. "Ah ah ah." she chastised, waving a finger indignantly. She shifted, shimmying of her underwear, skirt and boots still in tact. "I haven't got to have my fun yet."

A sheepish smile crossed his face as James whispered "Oh, right."

More wet kisses, sloppy and urgent, before she hastily instructed "Sit down."

Nodding eagerly, James did as he was told. It took only seconds for her straddle him just so - it was a calculated movement at this point. There was no slow, sexy, sinking down, no, Jessie meant business, and went as deep as fast as she could.

Kneeling overtop of him, she eyed him impatiently. "Well?"

James, meanwhile, was afraid if he moved at all it would be game over. On the other hand, if he just let her sit there…well, he was in for a tongue lashing no matter what route he chose. Grabbing her waist - the gloved fabric of his hand ghosting the black top under her team uniform, his hips rocked quickly, knowing Jessie, and knowing she wanted it fast.

The throaty moan his teammate emitted was enough of a hint that he was on the right track.

As their bodies moved, thighs burning, skin glistening with sweat, James had an odd moment of bravado. Hands still clasping her waist, he pulled her closer, and started to leave a trail of light kisses down her jawline. By the time he reached her neck, he felt her gloved hand grab a fistful of his hair. Biting down on her lip didn't help to quiet the very loud moan of "James!"

It was muffled, but he knew what she said. She could feel him smirk against her neck, triumphant. Well, she couldn't let him win, now could she? With a new found rush of adrenaline, she began to quicken her pace against him.

And it was a little too much for him. He stuttered out her name before finally getting the release he so desperately craved.

"Ugh. That is just like you!" she cried. "I never get to finish. It's always about you."

Despite the fact that he was still attempting to catch his breath, he rolled his eyes as he slipped a glove off. "Come on, Jess. You know I won't leave you hanging."