A/N: Ohohoho! *flaps out Victorian fan* So, I'm back. Temporarily, since my laptop is still in the ER so I'm writing this in my mom's rickety laptop. My feels for Pokemon and Hoennchampionshipping returned full force after the release of ORAS and reading fanfics. So yay, a StevenxMay fanfic. I hope to get rid of my plot bunnies before I regret not putting them into pen and paper. Or pixels, whatever floats your boat.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of their characters. Just havin' a bit of fun with my feels.

Setting: Hoenn
Pairing: Steven/May (Hoennchampionshipping)
Time: Some years after ORAS
Warnings: Mentions of wedded bliss

~Home~

The villa made a pretty sight among the pale jagged cliffs and the occasional splash of water from the waves of the sea. It was large, aesthetically pleasing, and easily the first thing you could see from afar, a lovely background picture especially when the day began to wane and the muted oranges and dark yellows of the sun reflected on the water. It was beautiful. It was relaxing.

'It was,' May mused as she dished out finger foods, 'really too much.'

The villa was supposed to be a modest summer house but Wallace heard about it and promptly threw all their plans out the window. No, really. He threw it out the window of their Lilycove house, took out a match (since he didn't have a fire Pokemon) and set the papers on fire.

"Honey, this is drab and if it's drab then the people living here will be drab as well!" he tutted. "You have the money, so flaunt it!"

Oh, they were forced to flaunt it alright. The memories on building the villa were all a blur thanks to Wallace's manic preparations and dozens of 'honey, I'll handle it', but she remembered the way he and Lisia (who he recruited as a partner in crime) bulldozed through the workers, Pokemon helpers, and their protests; all but shoving them to the house registry to get a building permit as they bossed everyone around. The result was a three-floor sprawling villa situated at the edge of a cozy island, perfect for getaways and relaxing day-offs.

Which they were now enjoying.

"I love the terrace. I can see the sea and the curve of the island!" Winona told her, bereft of her goggles and gear for once, letting her hair flow.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." May smiled at her, placing the potato salad at the snacks bar.

The Elite Four and gym leaders just had a hectic week after a flurry of trainers bludgeoned their way through and battled them out one by one. It was what they liked to call the 'Trainer Peak Season' where young trainers suddenly become hot-blooded enough to challenge gyms in a fiery passion. Exciting for everyone- except the gym leaders, Elite Four, and their Pokemon. Thankfully, not one merited the attention of the Champion but everyone else were tired to the bone. She heard Brawly got so twitchy he smothered fifteen trainers straight in one day just to grab a few hours of sleep.

So after a few weeks of the same tiring routine, the most powerful leaders in Hoenn put their foot down, threw all caution in the window and barricaded themselves in Wales Island where May and her family conveniently had lodging for all of them. She was pretty sure there was a law against them hauling ass and leaving their duties for the heck of it, but then again they were upholding the regional laws and they clearly deserved a break.

"I think there's a cove at the end of it." Winona continued, helping herself to pineapple juice. "There was a dip at the edge of the land."

"Yes, there's a cove. I went exploring with Latias there last year. There's a shallow pool that fills up when the high tide comes in." May said, smoothing her sundress when the wind gently blew it up.

"That sounds lovely!" Winona clapped, eyes shining.

"Sometimes Tentacools and Goldeens get stuck in there. You can go exploring if you want to." May told her then looked around the empty hall. "Where are the others, though?"

"Oh! Out at the garden." Winona said, abandoning her juice and picking up a crystal plate filled with cheese nachos, grabbing May's arm with one hand. "They're having a contest!"

"Contest?" she blinked.

Making their way to the outdoor veranda, the sight that greeted May made her bark out a laugh.

Turns out they really were having a contest. Someone got a hold of a bamboo stick and a steady line of people were slowly going underneath it, swaying to the beach music and a Ludicolo shaking a pair of maracas. Everyone whooped when, in an amazing feat of dexterity, Wattson steadily crossed the lowered stick, making a small triumphant shoulder jiggle as he passed through the middle.

"Ha! These bones aren't ready to retire yet! You young 'uns can do that?"

"Limbo rock, huh?" May mused as Sidney took offense and tried to attempt the same, but his mohawk touched the stick and Flannery called foul.

Winona drifted to the group and left May at the veranda, holding out her plate of nachos as an offering to the winners and darting out of Sidney's hands when he reached for a chip, playfully claiming that he lost. For a while, May closed her eyes, content as she listened to the thrum of music and the soft laughter coming from the strange collection of people she could somewhat call her family.

This was relaxing...

The whisper of lips drifted through the skin of her neck and she swiveled in surprise, only to meet her husband's laughing blue eyes.

"Hello, May love." he murmured, snaking his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. May's eyes widened at his clothes. Steven was wearing a crisp white shirt, half-opened and showing a bit of smooth pale skin. He had a pair of jeans on as well, which was as rare a sight as a shiny Pokemon. Steven rarely went casual. Now where was her camera-

"Where have you been?" she said as her thoughts were derailed, breath hitching when he bit her skin and soothed his nips with small licks.

"Mmm… called Headquarters." he said, gripping her waist tighter. "The temporary gym leaders are settling in."

"That's… that's good." she said, biting back a whimper when he bit into a rather sensitive part of her neck, clamping her eyes shut when she felt his wicked grin on her skin. "Ste…Steven. There are a whole lot of people down there-"

"Then shall we leave?" he asked lightly, his innocent tone directly opposite to what his hands were attempting, from her waist steadily getting lower-

"Keep it cool, you lovebirds." a voice sang. "Any hotter and you'll turn into a pair of Magmortar~"

Annoyed, Steven stilled his hands and faced his best friend, although he didn't let go of his wife. She was half-thankful for that. Steven had the uncanny ability of flustering her just by close proximity and while she didn't really mind it (erm, most of the time), they currently had company.

May's eyes unwillingly drifted to the other people still at the garden, some of them pointedly looking away, other's wolf-whistling, Winona and Flannery giggling, all of them sporting large grins on their faces. She just thanked Arceus her dad spent his weekend off at her mother's, otherwise he'd find another reason to strangle his son-in-law. Embarrassed, she hit her head in Steven's shoulder.

"It's like you never moved pass the honeymoon stage." Wallace said, eyebrows waggling. "Carry on like that and we'll have another-"

"That's enough, Uncle."

May had never been so glad to see Lisia sauntering towards them, light green hair bobbing in the air. Playful she may be but Lisia always had her back-

"Leave them alone and let them get naughty in private~"

Scratch that. She was the devil.

Groaning, she pried Steven's arms away from her, glad to see she wasn't the only one turning pink. Though he clearly handled it better than she did, with that impressive poker face of his never twitching once even as his ears reddened.

"I'm going to check on her." May said as her breath evened, kissing Steven quickly. Lisia chirped out that she wanted to help and the two left, the green-haired woman clutching May's hand and making lewd quips that Steven could still hear. He half-smiled at May's answering sputters.

"I'm glad to see you still love each other so much." Wallace said, producing a bottle of champagne and two wineglasses out of nowhere. Steven raised a brow but didn't comment. Wallace's miraculous ability to produce alcohol during unexpected times saved a lot of the gym leaders' sanity by turning them into happy, inebriated jumbles of mess.

Speaking of, the crowd at the garden returned to their own conversations now that the impromptu show was over, although that didn't stop them from giving Steven suggestive grins once in a while.

"I mean it, Steven." Wallace said lightly. "I'm especially glad to see you settled in a proper house."

"A villa you and Lisia bullied us into making." Steven rolled his eyes.

"You lived in a dusty stone house for years, Steven." Wallace said. "I wanted to demolish the thing every time I saw it. It was offensive to the eyes."

"It was a classic!"

"From the time of Arceus, I'm sure." Wallace drawled, patting his shoulder. "As much as I accepted your less than stellar choices in infrastructure I couldn't let you make May live in the same conditions. Arceus knows I love Winona, but I'd rather make the house myself, brick by brick, if she wanted us to live in a place like your hovel. "

"It was home." Steven said, stung. Hey, he had to defend his hovel even though it was, well... true.

"No, it was a place for you to stop by and store rocks." he said, swirling his drink and tipping his head towards the second floor. "Home for you was wherever she was."

The silence that greeted him was answer enough.

May wondered at the tender smile her husband gave her as she walked down the stairs.

A/N: Okay, cut short I know. This is a oneshot so far, but believe me when I say I still have a lot of plans to continue this. This fanfic will be a mesh of both the ORAS game and the Pokemon anime so expect some characters and places from the anime appearing in this fic.