Racy Rocket
By Bezo The Blue Priest
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. Not even the parts I wrote. I stole all the words, and punctuation from other stories. In fact, all I did was arrange them
neatly in a little pile on the page. Nintendo owns everything, even me.
"Jesse..." the purple haired male member of Team Rocket intoned sadly, looking down at the source of his anxiety, "Something's wrong with my rocket?"
"This rocket?" Jesse asked, gripping the missile firmly in her hands, "This one right here?"
"Uh..." he blushed hugely, "Yes. That's the rocket."
"What's wrong with it?" she asked, giving it a playful squeeze, "It seems just fine to me."
"W...well," he stammered, "it looks like it should, but it's not working right. Do you think you could...?" He couldn't bear to ask.
"Play around with it?" she finished for him, mercifully, "see if I can make it work? Is that what you want me to do?"
"Uh, yes." he blushed some more, "But only if you don't mind. I don't want to force you to."
"Oh James," she laughed, "It's hardly something I object to. I've always enjoyed tinkering with your rocket."
"Thank you, Jesse." he smiled down at her as she bent over to begin her work.
"Does this help?" she asked, albeit somewhat unintelligibly, her mouth currently full.
"Oh yes, Jesse." James panted, "I think it's helping quite a lot."
"Mmmm...almost done, I think." Jesse pouted.
"Thank goodness," James wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Finished!" she stood, triumphantly, removing the screwdriver from her mouth, "That was fun, James. Thank you."
"Thank *you* Jesse," he reached down and picked up the rocket, examining it. It looked as good as new again. "You are quite a marvel with technology,
Jesse."
"We should still test it out, James," Jesse warned.
"Agreed," and with that, he lit the fuse and after a few seconds, the rocket launched into the sky, "Hooray! It works again!"
"Glad I could help, James." she smiled as the rocket parachuted down to them, catching it in her left hand, "Now let's go get that twerp's Pikachu!"
"Yes..." they shared an evil smile, and headed off towards the horizon, Meowth and Wobbuffet in tow.
The End.
Notes: You thought this was a lemon didn't you....shame! Shame on you people!
Heehee! Please review. As always, flames can be directed to [email protected].
By Bezo The Blue Priest
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. Not even the parts I wrote. I stole all the words, and punctuation from other stories. In fact, all I did was arrange them
neatly in a little pile on the page. Nintendo owns everything, even me.
"Jesse..." the purple haired male member of Team Rocket intoned sadly, looking down at the source of his anxiety, "Something's wrong with my rocket?"
"This rocket?" Jesse asked, gripping the missile firmly in her hands, "This one right here?"
"Uh..." he blushed hugely, "Yes. That's the rocket."
"What's wrong with it?" she asked, giving it a playful squeeze, "It seems just fine to me."
"W...well," he stammered, "it looks like it should, but it's not working right. Do you think you could...?" He couldn't bear to ask.
"Play around with it?" she finished for him, mercifully, "see if I can make it work? Is that what you want me to do?"
"Uh, yes." he blushed some more, "But only if you don't mind. I don't want to force you to."
"Oh James," she laughed, "It's hardly something I object to. I've always enjoyed tinkering with your rocket."
"Thank you, Jesse." he smiled down at her as she bent over to begin her work.
"Does this help?" she asked, albeit somewhat unintelligibly, her mouth currently full.
"Oh yes, Jesse." James panted, "I think it's helping quite a lot."
"Mmmm...almost done, I think." Jesse pouted.
"Thank goodness," James wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Finished!" she stood, triumphantly, removing the screwdriver from her mouth, "That was fun, James. Thank you."
"Thank *you* Jesse," he reached down and picked up the rocket, examining it. It looked as good as new again. "You are quite a marvel with technology,
Jesse."
"We should still test it out, James," Jesse warned.
"Agreed," and with that, he lit the fuse and after a few seconds, the rocket launched into the sky, "Hooray! It works again!"
"Glad I could help, James." she smiled as the rocket parachuted down to them, catching it in her left hand, "Now let's go get that twerp's Pikachu!"
"Yes..." they shared an evil smile, and headed off towards the horizon, Meowth and Wobbuffet in tow.
The End.
Notes: You thought this was a lemon didn't you....shame! Shame on you people!
Heehee! Please review. As always, flames can be directed to [email protected].