Yeah! First heterosexual sex scene woot!

…*dodges bullets*

This is a momentous day! Or… night… Whatever!

…Yeah, that's it. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon

Warning: Lyra/Lance (girl/boy) LEGAL! Oh, masturbation and sex also. *says bluntly*

(~)

"I'm so sorry, Lyra, abandoning you like this…"

"Don't be silly, I'll see you when you get back to the League tomorrow, right?" Lyra laughed, used to hearing her boyfriend berate himself whenever he couldn't make a date because of work. She understood, being a Pokemon G-man was just as stressful, if not more, than being the Champion.

"I swear I'll make it up to you." Lance's voice replied.

"That's what you always say, and you always prove right." The brunette teased. "Good night."

"Good night, love you."

Lyra still felt her stomach do flip flops whenever Lance said those words, but instead of stuttering like a fool, she hung up the Pokegear and sighed, lying down on a huge King-sized bed fit for the Johto Champion. This was the third time Lance had missed and 'appointment' in the past few weeks. She new that Lance had a job, and would always return as early as he could with flowers, rare items, and kisses that made her head spin.

…Just kisses.

We've been together for THREE years. And I turned eighteen LAST year. Lyra thought, pouting as she took off her necklace and undid the bun holding up her hair. She was thankful that her much older partner wanted to take their relationship slow, but… really! Those old overalls had been traded in for big girl pants ages ago. She felt that she was ready for the next step in their relationship.

But… what if Lance doesn't want to take that step? Lyra thought for a moment, before shaking her head, a few bobby pins falling out in the process. "That's absurd!"

The young Champion looked over at the full-length mirror and gave a wry smile. "I wonder why I even have you sometimes." The woman had never been uncomfortable with her body, but also never had the urge to flaunt it. Her clothes were always stylish, but appropriate. Though… perhaps Lance doesn't like 'appropriate'. A little voice cooed in the back of her mind, Lyra shook her head, getting up from her bed and walking into her rather large closet, carefully removing the dress Karen had let her borrow for the evening, though, the brunette had to wear a slip underneath it, even though she had developed, her figure was still much daintier in her opinion than the more buxom elite.

Lyra carefully hung the dress up and drew the slip from over her head as well, walking back out in and undershirt and panties. Usually she wore and over sized t-shirt or pajama bottoms because of Lance's presence (even if they hadn't 'done it', they still shared a bed, they weren't nuns!), but the days had grown hotter again, and Lyra expected the man wouldn't get back until morning.

After turning off her bedroom lights, the brunette climbed into the huge bed, the sheets too cool for her liking. Lyra grimaced and rubbed her bare legs together, trying to get some warmth. Usually it was always warm, because Lance would read half an hour in bed before she would join him, battling one last unfortunate challenger for the day. Lyra could remember her head lying on his chest as she drifted off to dream land, and a few minutes later his arms would wrap around her in a comfortable, loving embrace.

The Champion frowned, remembering at times how she wished that embrace were a bit tighter, or the Dragon Master decided not to read before bedtime, but… but-

What? Lyra thought, groaning as she tossed and turned before finally lying on her back, kicking off the cold sheets, though, with the colder air hitting her, goose bumps started to form on her skin, and brown eyes caught something… odd. Well, not odd, but…

The brunette saw two pricks rise up and be constrained by the fabric covering her chest. Lyra gave an inquisitive look at them, how they appeared darker than any other part of the white tank top, two, pinkish circles being compressed by the fabric. The Champion stared at them a little while longer, but they didn't go down one bit, making Lyra frown, before sitting up to lift up her tank top, exposing her breasts fully to the cold air. Biting back a hiss, the woman lifted her unoccupied hand, brushing it against the nearest bud, gasping a little at the jolt it gave her body. It made Lyra more curious…

She tried again with the other side, getting the same sensation. This feels… weird… She thought. But…

Her thumb and forefinger took the puckered flesh and gave it a slight tweak, making Lyra's legs shake.

It feels good.

The Champion lowered herself back on the bed, letting her hands wander along her torso, stopping every once in a while to rub her nipples to make them stand at attention once again. She had heard about things like this, but never really tried it out, too busy with Pokemon battles and stopping evil crime syndicates. Truly, the closest she had ever gotten to a sexual encounter was when Silver ripped off her Team Rocket disguise… and she was pretty sure Ethan was happily screwing the redhead at this very moment.

Making a face at the mental images, Lyra returned to her goal, which seemed to heat up her body quite nicely, and every time she stroked a different spot or found a new sensitive patch of skin, she would feel like yelping as her body shook slightly. Once she decided the undershirt was too much of a hassle it was quickly removed, giving the brunette more 'regions' to explore thoroughly. Finally, the Champion thought of another strategy, taking her hands and squeezing her breasts, letting out a sigh of bliss, before noticing a damp feeling in between her legs.

Unhappily, the brunette lied up on her elbows to look at her now wet panties. She had had this happen before, but was always able to crush the feeling before it evolved into something unbearable. She remembered in the past her nose wrinkling in disgust at having that happen, she wasn't some lust-starved teen, she was the Johto Champion! But now…

Now I am a woman, a woman who can take care of her own sexual urges without the help of anyone else! Lyra thought, before removing her last piece of clothing and flinging it impatiently somewhere. The brunette stared at the hillock of flesh she had always taken for granted until it had grown hair and gave her cramps once a month, at that time she had seen it as an annoying inconvenience, but now, a revelation.

Her hand cupped the flesh, shaking again at the pleasure it brought, before rubbing slowly, shaking at her own administrations, but Lugia, she definitely wasn't stopping now! Her fingers began to spread out, traveling lower until reaching the wettest area. The brunette's face turning red at the feeling of some kind of opening, in between her inner thighs. She soon felt like stopping, but then one of her fingers gliding right down the middle and- Oh.

Sssoooo goooooddd… Was all Lyra's mind could process, her body turning over and getting up on her knees, with the brunette's legs fanned out and her butt in the air, she continued to touch and feel, letting a shaky arm hold her up to keep her from collapsing her head into the pillow. How can this feel so good… while still making you want more? She thought, her ministrations going faster, though never putting her finger inside, her nails felt to sharp, she needed something blunter, and… bigger…

Lyra remembered a conversation she and Lance once had, how his hands were so much bigger than hers… big and warm…

"Lanncee…" She crooned.

And while Lyra wasn't paying attention, the weight of the bed shifted, and one warm hand gently grasped her hip while another cupped over the one in between her legs. The brunette's eyes widened in alarm, someone was-!

"Lyra…" A familiar voice whispered, those this time in a much deeper tone than she usually heard heard, a nose tunneling through her hair as lips kissed the back of her neck.

"L-lance? Wha-?"

"Shh…" His breath felt hot as the Dragon Master ghosted his lips down her spine, kissing gently until reaching the small of her back, before repeating the same pattern while going up, rubbing his nose and lips against his girlfriend's very soft shoulder and neck. While Lyra's mind was trying to play catch up, the hand cupping hers had gently removed the body part and took its place with his own. Another shockwave of feelings came through her body. This felt different, much, much different than herself performing these tasks and so, so, much better.

Lyra bit her lip to stop embarrassing sounds from escaping, she never ever wanted to show any form of weakness to the former Champion, she was-

"Aiiee!" She yelped as the older man's finger gently probed inside. It felt… weird. She couldn't decide if it was good weird or bad weird yet. It was like… like he was rubbing, like she had been before, only on the inside. His finger seemed to do this gentle prodding, before hitting something that made want to scream in both agony and pleasure.

She heard the word 'hyphen' muttered under Lance's breath, before a sigh. "Sorry darling, this might hurt a little…"

What could possibly-

Lyra screamed at the pain, burying her face into the pillow and biting it as well, her knuckles turning white as she knotted them into the sheets. Too much, too much! Lyra had dealt with pain before, but never in this specific region. How could women have babies when they had to go through this?

But the Lyra trusted Lance, and after the first shock, and tried to focus more on the man's kisses and his free hand rubbing her stomach and cradling one of her breasts. And soon enough, the pain became almost like background noise, and the muscles she forgot had tautened became loose again. The former Champion gently lowered his lover down onto the bed before smoothly flipping Lyra over, gazing at the body that had been so close yet seemingly impossible to reach for years in front of his eyes. Lance sighs while his face buries into the crook of Lyra's neck and collarbone, muttering words of love as the fingers movements got faster, the muscles subconsciously clamping down on Lance's fingers, making both lovers moan.

Lyra felt the pressure build up again, though this time it felt more good than bad. And this time it was bigger, causing her to take deep breathes, as if making sure she didn't explode. Until Lance whispered in her ear;

"Release."

The floodgates opened, it seemed like everything was leaving her body with one large bout of pure ecstasy. A feeling that left her completely numb and gasping for air.

Lance looked down at his handiwork, gently kissing Lyra's cheek before lifting himself off the bed. How the brunette felt it could have been seconds, hours, or even years until her returned with a damp towel to clean her up before the Dragon Master wrapped the Champion in a blanket and deposited her on a huge armchair while he replaced the sheets, before picking her up again and placing her on the bed, she realized with a grimace that in between her legs she felt very sore, not looking forward to using the bathroom anytime soon. Lance climbed into bed with her while she wrapped her arms around his neck and he around her waist, both enjoying the feeling of their bare skin against the others.

"Do… you want…?" Lyra asked, embarrassed and slightly terrified at the thought of going through that process right away while still feeling sore, only with larger equipment…

"No, no, darling. I'm fine…" Lance said sleepily, pulling her close. He had never called her 'darling' before, since she always complained (or turned bright red) at any form of pet name. But… darling sounded pretty nice…

"…Next time…?"

"Next time…"

The brunette had to say one thing. "I love you."

Lance didn't reply, but his arms seemed to tighten in their embrace, as he went to sleep with a content smile on his face…

THE END

… *now collapses into bed since it's… 1:27 AM. XP*