disclaimer: i don't own anything

notes: this is the beginning of my egoshipping series! they're my favorite pokemon pair and i want to pay my respects with subpar storytelling. i'm trying to improve and fall in love with misty and gary all over again. i hope you enjoy!

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The final dalliance to shred all emotional ties.

She wraps around his silk tie and pushes him through the closet door. Quickly she slams his back against the wall, and he allows it. Gary silently counts the future layers of concealer he would need tomorrow morning, feeling her fangs graze the crook of his neck, his wandering hands, calloused and hot, sinking into her backside curves. Together they twist and collide, adjusting for better access. Now he faces her, pinned beneath him. Misty has never looked so small. Even when little and pressed down by his body she has the nerve to be demanding. And so were her tears, streaks visible, tugging away his comforting hands reaching for her cheek. The dark mascara coated on her feathered lashes contrasted against watery eyes.

The average man would blame it on the alcohol but Gary Oak owed his every irresponsible whim and lust filled decision to the one and only, Misty Williams.

Watching this strange flame of a woman smile prettily in front of the flashing cameras latched onto his arm made Gary laugh to no one in particular. He's seen Misty curse and threaten and fight all at once with a wicked grin on her to plenty of paparazzi but because tonight her place is beside her boyfriend, not as Cerulean City's righteous leader. By the end of the night her feet will be swollen, her orange knot wild and blazing, and she would still be the only girl in the room that could bring Gary Oak to his sad knees.

In that moment, Gary fought hard to not forget that he was currently at a dinner party filled with colleagues, family, and friends. That right outside was a waiter serving dry martinis and cocktail weenies underneath crystal chandeliers. Misty occupied every function of his body and thought of his mind. Her cherry lips, her slight tan lines circling her shoulders, her inability to not consider that he has to be on stage in ten minutes. She is selfish and cruel, in a way he resonates with. Seeing her tonight, covered in royal blue, brought back hectic memories and broken ties left untouched.

He missed her like dry soil misses rain.

"Don't push it," she whispers harshly in his ear, nipping at the lobe, he gathers enough force to shove her against the white dry wall and strip her of her promise ring with his teeth. Her bittersweet laughter fills the small space, "You can't even bare to see me wear it, huh?"

He spits the ring out of his mouth and kisses her deeply.

She kisses him back, and it is sorrowful, almost sweet as if it was the fifteen year old ginger girl he once knew pecking him out of the blue, just because she wanted to.

Her body spoke for her as silence filled the closet once more, empty except for two forlorn figures guilty of one too many selfish deeds. She starts at Gary's stomach and trails downward.

Gary gasps, the breath escaping from his chest, knowing exactly what part of his body she would explore next. Misty's emotional side led her to be somewhat sexually predictable. She got on her knees, strokes his thighs and laces her fingers around his zipper. He glances down to look at her kneeling form, the blue in her eyes have darkened in a way that chilled his skin but warmed his insides.

"Misty," he mutters, low and cautious, "You said last time was enough."

The zipper is down.

"And I said I'd be faithful but here we are."

He groans as her fingers roam, hoping the last time doesn't come.

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notes: gary and misty are pretty awful in this one i know but a lot of humans are. please let me know how you feel and if you want to request anything! i'm always open. thank you for your time! xoxo