I do not own Pokémon in any type of way. Game Freak, Nintendo, T.V Tokyo and any other contributors to Pokémon do.

This is written in third person point of view.

Hope you love it. Please love it.

What I write is pure fiction, if by some chance what I say is true or in any way real, it is purely coincidental. Nothing here is real.

I am a queen and no one is going to take that away from this proud mama

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Time to Channel Her Inner Creative Gypsy and Prove She Knew Something in Life.

Serena was a confusing woman. To herself most of the time, she didn't understand why she did certain things. Like dyed her hair pink that one time, or go backpacking without a nail file in Sinnoh. She didn't understand why people relayed subliminal messages through memes and why people understood exactly what was being said, just solely based on the image and expression on the face.

She digressed.

She didn't understand why she accepted the offer of Abel's. Her ass was sweating as she stood in front of the simple, unnamed building before her. They were some evergreen trees, a parking lot, some apartments surrounding it. It looked normal, average. A building to enter…

She shook her head; she was losing the train of thought.

Anyways, she entered the building, signed in and headed to a room a girl told her to go. There she met Abel. He met her just outside the door she was told to go through. They exchanged pleasantries. "Your weekend was good?" Trivial and fillers.

"Relax okay," He soothed to her. "We're here to make music. Real music. This is right up your alley."

She gave him a doubtful look before shrugging. "Performing and actually creating the foundation of a person's soul or the very essence that defines the way they view life isn't exactly up my alley! I basically dance around and coordinate my Pokémon on how to attack with sparkles."

Abel squinted at her.

"We'll see how it goes." He opened the door and immediately the room dimmed. It was a cool room, soft browns and reds decorated it. The sharp and crisp instruments placed on their holders gleamed in the soft light. A recording booth stood further to the back of the room. Outside of it, housed four men. Each had a Pokémon with them.

"Hey," Abel spoke into the room. "This is Serena." The men looked up, giving her a once over. "Remember, I told you all I'll be bringing on a new producer this time. She's here to work that magic."

She noticed an Espurr, Meowstic, a Floette and a Gallade.

She greeted them kindly before falling into silence. Abel had a smirk on his face, waiting. The men seemed nonplussed. Not reacting in the slightest bit. Serena's eye danced over the entire recording studio. Unsure.

Abel laughed. "Guys! Stop it. Stop trying to intimidate her."

"That's what they were trying to do?" She asked out loud, genuinely lost. Abel snorted.

"Evidently, we failed." The one with the Gallade said, sitting up. "Pretty thing like you comes here, we try a thing, you didn't even take us on. Blow to our egos." There was a general hum of agreement. "I'm Skip, Todd's over there with Espurr, That's Luke with Meowstic and Yuzo with his Floette." The Pokémon all greeted her. The men just grunted. Abel rolled his eyes, getting straight to business.

"So, this is my fifth album, first with this studio. I brought all my original crew with me. Skip's my bodyguard, the rest of guys are my faithful producers, co- songwriters and generally, we make something deep when we come together."

"Pft, Abel sings about women, love, tragic heartbreak, subliminal messages about Elite life and loathe." Todd said. Serena quirked her eyebrows.

"I'll fit right in." She laughed. She felt as ease. In her element.

"I knew you would." Abel smiled. "Generally, we do the brainstorming part here. I want 14 tracks on this album. This period, for now, is to think about songs I want to write if I want to bring old ones that were rejected from previous albums if I want to tweak them. We open our minds and we have creative methods on how we generally create songs."

"Like?" She asked, curious, no doubt.

"We smoke Pokenip, drink alcohol, play charades, talk about life, eat, laze around," Luke answered, gently stroking his Meowstic, it releasing a soft blue glow towards him. "It may seem like nothing but its effective."

Serena took everything in, understanding their dynamics, observing their mantras and habits. She played close attention to how they bonded and related to their Pokémon.

She had no expectations of what she was to encounter before she got the studio. She was blown away by how accepting they were of her.

She was suspicious.

It was now late in the afternoon, Skip, Abel and her had remained back in the studio. Everyone else had left. Miette briefly stopped by, gave a few words before heading back to her office.

Serena sat in a swivel chair, her hand on the equalizer. Absorbing in, recalling her studies at her Performing school. Abel sat, fiddling with it, playing beats they had available to use and mix over.

Skip sat behind them on the sofa, cleaning a bass, Gallade on his large shoulder, snuggling him.

"Why did you ask me to be part of this, Abel?" She asked, still swiveling slightly never losing concentration, watching his hands as he moved the sound portals.

"I answered that question already." He responded.

She glanced at him, a soft coy look to her face. "Not well enough." He gave her a look.

"Why are you asking me again?" He responded.

"Question with a question. What makes you think I could make good music?"

"You were controlled and now, you don't give a fuck." He said simply.

"How do you know what I've been through?" she asked.

"Why is your guard down around me?" He asked. She paused. She glanced again, looking down quickly. It was true. She felt 100% comfortable around him. She didn't care around him. Her mind felt safe.

"You're not like this with the guy. The Pokémon Trainer…" He then said, playing a wicked beat softly, it was heavy and forceful. "Kanto's Elitist Champion."

"How do you-" She began.

"He couldn't take his eyes off you at Clemont's party." He said wistfully. "He saw us at our meeting." His voice dripping honey, pure seduction to her.

She blinked.

"He always seems to be around you. Never far, never near. He just seems to be consumed by you, eyes never looking beyond you, never choosing to." Abel continued. "Yet, you never give yourself to him. You guard yourself; you play with his emotion. Unintentionally!" He said, reacting to her expression, "But, you can see it. I bet you didn't even know how much that night he stared at you. He knew he had to have you." She took a sharp breath, blinking and looking away. She didn't know.

"What's holding you back from delivering your experiences into something beautiful?" She couldn't answer him.

"That's why I wanted you on this project." Abel paused, lowering the sound a bit and turning to her. "You would know exactly how to project relatable emotions into music. And every person going through pain, similar to yours or even their own, could believe someone out there understands them. Understands how they want to move, dance, sing and express their emotions. How complicated something could be even if on paper it lines up perfectly.

"This isn't about him though," she stated. "I really am, unsure of how I can contribute to this. I feel I'm in over my head."

"I have two other producers as well as myself and Todd executively producing." He stated. "I know you will add something enriching to this, I'm giving you a chance, at least do enough to make me realize I wasn't wrong." He said.

She stared at him; a strong, confident smirk came over her face. She could do this. "I will."

"Tomorrow, Yuzo, yourself and I will go into songwriting. Todd and Luke are going to compose new trap beats as well as background beats. When we do both together, we generally create a full track faster and harmoniously."

"Can't wait." She said. They both went back to listening to track samples.

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Progress Was in limbo with Fear and Bubbly Happiness. Don't Fact Check That.

"IVYSAUR!" Ash commanded, "Use solar beam against Tyranitar's rock throw!" White Light streamed through, breaking through the thick stone, crunching, bursting. The floor was shaking from the intense attacks. Ash was pacing, back and forth, surveying the attacks as his Pokémon continued to ruthlessly attack. Tyranitar was in full strength, having trained physically for a few weeks, he was now ready to do some battle training and show off to Ash how stronger he had become.

Ash was focused. Analyzing, structuring, figuring out new methods. Latias was flying overhead, too excited to stay in her Poke ball. Pikachu was riding on her back, watching as his pals were pushing to their strength.

He believed he was focused but was he?

He had thrown himself into training. Occupying his time with attacks, defense, offense and Latias stealing his hat. Snorlax sat in the stands, a small blue flag in his meaty paw, a serene expression on his face.

Ash had been training bright and early. Much of his Pokémon were out of their Poke balls, stretching and going around his Penthouse. He had his water Pokémon in his Poke Pool, checking on them ever so often, the rest was in his gym as he continued to focus on Tyranitar and Ivysuar. Some were idle, some were cheering their friends, some were relaxing in his stands just appreciating being out of the ball.

Their master seemed to be in full training mode and when he got like this, they knew he could call on anyone.

When he was in Kalos, he would actively change some of his Pokémon so they rotated from Kalos, Kanto, and Alola. He had them experience new environments and techniques native to the region.

He scanned the field, looking for strengths, weaknesses, better defenses, good offense, and strategies. He was absorbed into the battle he didn't notice the mischief his Pokémon were up to.

He was calm. He wanted to be focused. He was focused.

He was not.

He stopped the battle before letting his Pokémon do drills. Instructing them to do the fun obstacle course he had.

He watched them as he headed back to the bench near his stands, grabbing his water and taking a deep drink.

For the first time in weeks, he was alone. In perfect solitude in a sense. He had his Pokémon but they weren't human contact. His mind was tranquil. He loved his friends dearly, but sometimes he loved the peace of being in his head. It was his safe zone. He could figure out anything in that space.

His mind trailed back to Serena.

She had gotten her way and they were hiding their relationship from everyone. Lillie had come in his room the morning the Alolan crew was leaving and was determined to find out what was going on between them.

FlashBack –

"So, she's beautiful." Lillie hedged as she sat down on Ash's bed. He looked up from his small reading table, going through a few papers.

"What do you want to know?" he asked, rolling his eyes before stretching his body a bit on his chair.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked. He snorted.

"Lillie, I'm not sure myself." He scrubbed his eyes a bit. Lillie bit her lip for a moment, unsure. She was absolutely enthralled with Serena and she desperately wanted Ash to be happy with her. But she got the feeling something was keeping them apart. Ash was over the moon a few days ago and now suddenly he was reserved, cautious and tight-lipped.

"Just tell me." She whispered.

"I can't." He exhaled. "She made me promise we wouldn't say anything. I have to. It's the only way I get to have some part of her." He became frustrated. Lillie always did this to him. "I can't take the chance, Lillie."

"I won't speak of this conversation then." She appeased. "I'm just glad, I head back to Alola with the reassurance that you both are in connection." Ash looked down. He wasn't sure.

"If you really need me," Her eyes became icy, cold. She was ready to cut a bitch. "you contact me right away. No hesitation Ash." Ash rolled his eyes.

"You and Clemont are the literal worse, you know that?" He said before thawing her glare and shooing her out of his room.

The last resort would be that indeed.

Flashback done yall

His eyes cleared when he heard a boom in his ceiling.

He looked up to see debris falling from the ceiling and a hole in his roof, the floor of Clemont's dining room. The lemon sibling in question was seen peeking through, his glasses flashing as he stared at Ash.

He sighed.

"I'll call the insurance company this time." He said, giving Snorlax a thumbs up after seeing the strength of the hyper beam. The lemon sibling rolled his eyes before retreating back to where he came from. Not saying a word.

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A Week Since Ash's Insurance Agency Regretted Covering Kanto's Elitist Champion.

Serena was in love.

Her eyes were bright. Glittering. Full of hope, full of mirth, joy, and jubilee.

She felt her heart expanding. She felt her soul releasing inhibitions, experiencing out of body sensations. She could see only heaven in the lights of her eyes.

She had on a pair of studio headphones. A slow, heavy, thrumming beat passed through her. She listened to Abel's voice, the sensation giving his voice a wispy airily sound. He was mumbling over a dark and laid-back beat in typical demo fashion. His voice was sweet, clean, mouth-wateringly sexy. Delicious and made her feel so sexy. She felt desired as the lyrics they just wrote was coming through to her. The bass was seductive, deep and heavy. A simple electronic keyboard piece played in the background of his vocals. Three components made the song irresistible. She closed her eyes, losing herself.

The beat came to a slow end. And Serena was back in this realm. She took a deep breath, shaking whatever goose flesh she had on her arms.

"Wow," Skip remarked, pulling a swivel chair close to her side, watching as Abel checked some notes before playing back the recording. "You're really in a zone." She glanced at him, giving him a ghost of a smile. Luke was sitting on her other side, listening to the composition slowly. He was nodding along, an expression similar to Serena's.

Abel came out of the recording booth. "It sounds flat." He looked unhappy. Luke nodded in agreement.

Yozo squinted. Wanting to disagree but knew it may be true. He liked it just the way it was but there was always a way to improve something. Even a masterpiece. "What exactly do you not feel?"

"It's to clean," Abel said. "I don't know. But the beat is sick and I'm happy with the lyrics."

"It was just random scribblings I made, Abel" Serena responded. "I feel it's just mumbling" She loved how he brought the lyrics a purpose but she really just had some scribbles on a note page. She was horrified when Abel snatched it up and said he was using it.

"You don't understand." He addressed her. "In my previous albums, we made a song" he gestured to his crew "completely high and zoned out. I think one of my best songs was me literally gone, and just saying words in response to a word we had on a whiteboard.

"True." Todd agreed, stroking his Espurr. The grey cat Pokémon just stared distantly at Serena, focusing heavily on Delphox. The fox Pokémon sat behind Serena, playing with Meowstic. "We had an outline of the song but really once we did a smoke, we kind off faded out and allowed the recorder to listen to him as a simple track played in the booth." She stared at them, everyone shrugging it off. It was what it was in a sense. This was the style of recording sometimes. It led to phenomenal music and a good time doing something fun.

Her mind kind off understood why. The drinking, the vibes, the losing yourself in the music and not allowing the outside world to this.

She gave no fucks to the outside world. She listened to the track once more. Zoning them out. They shrugged again, having grown accustomed to the way a producer was.

Abel took a seat, calling out his Mightyena, the Pokémon instantly sat with its master before falling asleep on him. Abel continued to stare at Serena. Waiting to see what she would come up with.

He had admired her.

He knew she had a rough past. Working with the infamous Palermo didn't make you kind to the world. Instead, it made you lethally talented, perceptive, detailed and headstrong. But it also made you insecure, filled with hate and anger. Serena fought hard against this. But she had the scarring of Palermo's victim. She was unsure and scared of the world. He knew this. He also knew the clauses in her contract. Miette assured him that she would take care of it and insisted if Abel wanted an even greater album, take Serena and allow her to work.

He didn't know why or how she managed to come away from Palermo but he respected Serena. He really did and could tell she would do well on his album.

She had produced some of the most glamorous, prestigious and sought-after Pokémon performer shows of their time. Glitz and Glamour, sunshine, rays, eloquence, and sparkle.

His crew thought he was nuts in trying to blend that with their soul, rhythm, and blues.

They had to trust Abel but they didn't have the same faith that he did. But they gave her a chance and slowly, they saw the details she had, the interest, the touch that a producer, especially for this genre, needed.

Serena released the headphones, pulling them off. She opened her eyes before glancing at Abel.

"Booth." She said, pointing. He quirked an eyebrow, he humored her.

She got up, indicating to give her a moment. She dashed out the door, Todd gave Abel a look, he was executive producer and was really giving patience to this entire situation.

She came back, a brandy colored drink in her hand. Ice cold. She gave it to him.

"Right before the intro, drink, and swallow." She said to him. His eyes danced between her and the glass. He took a deep breath before accepting it.

He entered the studio. Waited for everyone to get in place. The beat started and Abel did what he was told. He sang the entire song. Slow, sexy and dark. Like the perfect sin.

Exactly what Serena wanted.

A few minutes later, Abel was out of the booth, waiting along with the others as Serena made a few adjustments.

"Okay." She said nervously. "Tell me what you think?" She hit play.

They heard all the details, the slight tumble of liquid going down his throat, the glass clinking, the sound he made as he liked the beverage. The slow intro as he adjusted to his throat being wet. His voice was smoother. The bass was deep. His vocals were carried further and had the background rhythm of being in an arena.

Todd's eyes widened in understanding. The details. The hook.

It was haunting.

You felt the lust, the realization, the game being played, the hunt. The lyrics came alive and Todd was experiencing each feeling and moment in the song.

"Get this girl a better fucking chair!" He exclaimed, startling everyone. "She's hired!" he said enthusiastically.

"What?" She asked, confused. Looking at all the guys in the room.

"Don't worry about it." Abel dismissed.

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Later. Into the Night. XY Crew Had A Bit More Understanding and Respect for Serena.

Abel- A Bit Smug

A week and a half.

11 days.

That's how long, Ash Ketchum had not contacted Serena Yvonne.

She was confused. She had left the studio, having had a delicious dinner with the crew. They seemed a bit warmer to her but she understood. This wasn't her area, she needed to earn a spot.

Abel, Yozu and her were heavily throwing ideas for songs. Enthusiastically writing, speaking and laughing. She hadn't laughed in a while. She felt worry creep its way up her spine but she tried hard to dismiss it.

She said her goodnights before hopping into her car and headed home. But she didn't go home, she instead headed to Ash's building. She didn't understand why she was parking her car in the underground parking. She didn't understand why she was grabbing a small satchel that contained a change of clothes, toiletries, and a hairbrush before going to the elevator. She didn't understand why she was going up to his floor.

She didn't understand why she didn't just call him. He just gave her space.

She didn't understand what she would do if he would reject her. She wasn't accustomed to someone who allowed her to do as she pleased. It threw her off, she was so accustomed to being told what to do that she wasn't sure how to approach someone who gave her space.

She knocked softly, waiting. He opened the door, slight shock in his face when he saw who it was.

Despite the bubble in her stomach, she felt herself smiling. She was happy to see him.

She was thrilled. He looked amazing, a soft t-shirt and pajama pants. His hair was clean and freshly washed so it was all over the place.

She immediately came in, dropping her bag inside his mudroom before climbing on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, hugging his body to hers, smelling him. (he smelt so fucking good)

She was weird, she knew this.

Still, she felt him close the door behind her and slowly walk back to the living room, being cautious of his coffee table and other obstacles as he tried to get to the couch. She felt him sit down before resting his hands on her hips.

"So, how have you been?" He asked. She dropped her head, a smile coming to her face and a soft laugh. She looked down on him, amusement clearly written on her face.

"Fantastic." She responded. "How have you been?" she asked, her voice softening, turning shy, ducking her head into the crook of his neck. He felt himself smile at her. He was a bit unsure at the situation but he was playing by ear. (it wasn't the first time she turned up at his house like this. Probably won't be the last. She internally shrugged it off.) She then slid off his lap, sticking to his side instead, anchoring her hands on his chest, peeking at him through her lashes and ghosting a smile at him.

She didn't understand why she was so darn happy, touching him, feeling him. How the softness of his t-shirt was addicting. She felt herself rubbing his pecks, his belly, grazing her nails gently.

She was heavily distracting him. Making his mind go blank. He was never this affected but this woman just had a way of derailing him.

He started to feel his breath get shallow as she enticingly ran her lips on his neck, just trailing. She felt herself tasting his skin, nipping now at his chin. She felt his hands gripping her legs and going still.

It was just him and her.

"I'm so tense." She whispered to him coyly. He gave her a confused look. A bit amused.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" he offered. She shook her head no.

"I want something else from you." She stated boldly. He gave her a raised eyebrow before securing her more comfortably under his arm.

"Tell me more about your day, and I'll consider giving you whatever you wanted." He responded, lowering the television volume until it was modest background noise. He nearly died when he saw her pouting. The jutted-out bottom lip wavering.

He was dead. How could she just? How? His mind was spinning and he was shaking his head at her.

"It was good." She said, folding her arms, sitting straight. Indignantly due to not getting her way. "The recording was very good. Abel liked a song we both wrote together. I'm really enjoying this process. It's a bit detoxing." She gave to him.

She realized Ash was pushing to know her more. Always asking her questions when they were together and trying to build a conversation regardless of how short her sentences were. He stood his ground and eventually she gave in and would answer him.

"That sounds fun. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He responded, tucking her deeper into his shoulder.

"What did you do today?" She hesitantly asked.

"Usual." He responded quickly. "Trained some of my Pokémon, fed them, sent some of my water types into the water for some rest and relaxation. Fed them again. Blew a hole in Clemont's flooring. And, fed Snorlax once again." He laughed. She shook her head, biting her lip. His laugh was nice. She realized she enjoyed hearing it. It made her stomach do weird sensations.

She didn't want to talk anymore. She felt herself yearning to touch him. She really wanted to kiss him. She didn't care for the conversation anymore. What puzzled her as she listened to him talk about how Latias and Pikachu had the time of their lives zipping through the penthouse as the insurance workers were evaluating was the fact that, she realized she missed him.

Eleven days were long. She was busy, she was preoccupied and despite feeling a bit exhausted and tired, especially tired since she realized he had not kissed her yet.

In truth and fact, he had not kissed her since the Alolans last night (he didn't kiss her that night either!). She was literally not giving him space, her body wrapped like a Komala. Could she be more obvious? She listened to him go on about having to deal with Tyranitar's new surge of power from all its strength training but she couldn't focus.

She mumbled something under her breath catching his attention.

"What was that?" He asked her, pulling her closer when she tried to move away.

"Nothing," she said petulantly. She turned her face a bit.

"Serena." He chastised.

"It's nothing." She stated again, folding her arms now.

"Hey," He said, "Don't be like that. What's the matter?" She huffed before giving him a glare.

"You haven't kissed me." She said, so low, Ash felt himself squinting to hear her.

He was silent. Taken aback at the sudden change.

"Do you want me to kiss you." He asked her softly. His face was serious.

He was squealing inside like a little girl but he didn't want to show that. He focused properly on Serena.

She glared at him, indignant of the fact she wanted to say no. She nodded at him.

He gave her a smile and sweetly gave her a kiss on the cheek. She watched him confused. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Not there!" She huffed.

"Oh!" He exclaimed before giving her a sweet kiss on her forehead. He beamed at her. She glared. She huffed.

"Where?" he asked her, his eyes dancing with amusement but his face was still serious. She pouted before tapping her lips softly.

"But if I kiss you there," he whispered, like a conspiracy. "I won't stop. Can you handle that commitment?" He told her seriously.

She nodded.

She went forward but he pulled his head back.

"If I kiss you," He started again, "This gives me the freedom to kiss you as much as I want, whenever I want?" He asked.

She nodded eagerly.

"I don't have to ask you, or wait for you?" He goaded. "I'll kiss you as much as I want?"

"Oh! For fuck's sake, kiss me, you ass!" She finally said, her voice shrill and desperate. He smirked and fulfilled her wish.

Instantly his lips were in hers, all was right. She was seeing stars and her body went slack. He made her laid down on his couch, covering her whole body with his. She was smiling, eyes closed as she felt him. She opened her mouth more, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

She was happy where she was and she felt it. She truly felt happy at this moment. She wanted nothing more than to just remain here with him. She was going to enjoy it until the end of their relationship.

For now, though, she just wanted to concentrate on him.

She would give him her. She will open herself to him. She will tell him her fears, her joys, and sorrows. She will open up her past to him and try her best. She realized at this moment she didn't have a simple crush on him. He really was her whole light. He was the boy that inspired her to be better and see the world.

He was Ash.

And she loved him…

Her eyes were shocked opened. She halted and let out a gasp. He thought she was in the moment and decided to move to her neck, sucking and nipping her soft flesh.

Her heart was beating rapidly. Did she love him?

Was she sure? She never felt like this before but she knew she would do anything for him. Her eyes were rapidly jumping to the ceiling and Ash's head.

He made her feel different. He watched her differently. She wanted affection from him alone. She wanted to be touched by him. Alone. She wanted to talk to him every single day. She wanted to eat every meal with him. At the end of a long day, she wanted to relax with him.

She looked for him.

She loved Ash Ketchum and she didn't know what she was going to do.

Definitely not tell him that.

Ash stopped sucking her neck before going back to her lips, she began tugging his shirt. Watching him as he complied and took his shirt off. She felt his skin, touching the slight patch of hair on his chest. She grabbed his butt, giving it a firm squeeze making him squirm a bit. She gave him a saucy look. She tucked away her realization and allowed herself to be in the moment with him.

She grabbed her dress and pulled the whole thing off her body. Leaving her in some shorts and a bra.

Things were getting out of hand, Ash hoisted her up before carrying her into his bedroom.

He plopped her on his bed, crawling to her slowly before kissing her slowly.

She gave him a small smile, eyes closed, hands trailing up and down his body.

She gently coaxed him off before sitting up and releasing her bra.

Small exhales, quiet breathing. Just soft sounds of the rusting of the bedsheets, the bed, and heavy breathing.

As their clothes were stripped away, they became one. Holding on to each other.

He felt the warmth of her whole body, gently flushed and warm.

He enjoyed her body, so full, firm and soft. She had the strength to hold him, the strength to hold him down and the energy to keep him hungry for her. He couldn't get enough and he was fully consumed by her.

She was wrapped around him, legs firmly around his waist, arms, holding tightly as her body dragged on him.

Sweat was gently pushing through.

He was going slow, steady and with a rhythm. She could only watch him. She didn't want to say anything. She really wished at this moment he could read her. Understand she was loving him though her actions, her movements, and her touch.

She was kissing him tenderly, she wanted to push it for intensity but her mind told her to enjoy it. To forget the outside, the inside and remembered just him.

It was all about him and her coming together.

Her actions were showing him she wanted him in such a desire that not even Arceus would want to pull them apart.

She grabbed his hands, adjusting their pace and positions to lay down. She placed him to spoon her, joining together once again, before placing one hand to anchor on her breast and the other clasped in her hand.

"Go hard." She said to him, turning away from him but grasping both her hands on his.

He obeyed and the movement was profound. She felt good.

He was her god, could she say? She laid there, feeling him be with her only a true lover should. It was quite intimate. She could only process, her heart opened. His eyes looked at her with desire, want and greed for only her.

He was her controversy and she loved that of him, especially like this. So raw, uninhabited.

She was devoting herself to him, for he was the only one she could receive pleasure in the purest form.

She only wanted to move like this with him. For him. She only wanted to show him this side of her. She wanted to make this effort for him.

When had it all changed?

She wasn't sure but her realization of her emotions and feelings was shocking to her.

She didn't expect this, but she didn't expect Ash to get to her. She didn't expect she would be here, in bed with him, her desiring him in ways she never desired a man before. And yet, she continued to come back. Her hand wasn't blocking him, in fact, she wanted to pull him to her. But it was out of character for. She only felt like dancing to him. For him, a way of movement to show only him she had….

She has love for him.

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