Pokémon Kink Meme pt. 1 [CLOSED FOR PROMPTS, OPEN FOR FILLS]
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"Lucas," she said, her gaze turned towards the waves as the colors of the sky started to change in preparation for dusk, "I don't think either one of us is going to stop adventuring any time soon. We're both like that. We have to be out and about, grass and dirt under our feet, open air on our faces. We're Trainers. We're not the settling kind." Then, she turned to him, her eyes bright, and she said, "But that doesn't mean we can't do it together. That's why I came back, really. I could've stayed in Orre. Goodness knows they'd like to have me back. But it wasn't the same without you. I missed you." Her voice became tense, and she whispered, her lips trembling, "I'm glad to know you missed me just as m-much."
She had kissed him before, but, in those days, it had always been a peck on the cheek, or a lipstick print on his forehead, and it had always caused his face to turn red as a Cheri Berry. Years had passed, though, and the kiss that she gave him had a decidedly adult flavor to it, turning his world on its head, making him lose all sense of himself and his surroundings. Granted, he had kissed Jasmine before, but none of those kisses had been as urgent, as all-consuming. Realizing that he wanted Dawn had been one thing, but seeing that realization turned into physical action lit up his insides like the tail of his Infernape. His heart pounded, his breath became short, and he decided that they both needed to be elsewhere.
"I've got a room at the Pokémon Center," she said, her voice steady again as she separated from him, "but, if we go there, we'll have to be social. I don't want to be social right now." To that, he nodded emphatically, and she added, her words heated, "Volkner's promised me the cottage down by Pokémon Rock. You know the one, right?" Another nod. "No one'll bother us there. Just you and me. That's what you want. That's what I want." Yet another nod. "Let's go." She still had him by the hand as they made their way along the quays, trying to act nonchalant, but practically vibrating with anticipation.
At the front door, as the Sun set behind Pokémon Rock, they only paused long enough for her to put the key in the lock and let both of them into the cottage, but, as soon as that door closed, they descended into a frenzy, not bothering to turn on a light as bags, belts, hats, jackets, scarves, and shoes flew, discarded with no care for where they would land. It was only when both of them ended up on the floor next to a lamp that it occurred to Lucas to flick a switch, revealing the situation in which they found themselves: He lay on his back, Dawn astride him, her face flushed, her hair and clothing in disarray. The sight made his heart leap into his throat, and it was all he could do to manage a weak smile.
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"R-right," he said, his hands resting on her hips, "anything gets a little out of hand, I'll say Barry." Because nothing put a stop to anything like mentioning Barry. Any time they had to do anything that did not include Barry, all one of them had to do was say his name, distract him for a fraction of a second, and let the other escape. Very simple. Lucas, of course, did not expect to have to use it in the circumstances that Dawn was presenting to him. He trusted her. He had always trusted her, and, he realized, he trusted her enough to put her in control of what was happening.
"Don't worry," she noted, helping him sit up long enough to pull his shirt over his head before she set to work at his zipper, her long, unbound hair tickling at his bare skin, "I wouldn't ask you if I didn't intend to return the favor." The thought of being the one, in the not-too-distant future, to close the door, toss her onto a couch, and have his way with her almost made him dizzy. It had always been a give-and-take situation with the two of them, and, if that extended to the bedroom, so be it - he had no objections, none. None. He did as she suggested and let her take the lead.
"Dawn." The name passed his lips like a puff of breath as she tossed his pants to one side and sat astride him, his arousal pressing against her through the layers of fabric that still separated them. The expression on her face changed from a smirk of control to a loving smile as she moved her hips back and forth, sighing from the sensations that the friction brought to her, but also focusing on his face as it contorted from the pleasure she was choosing to give him. As a reward, she unbuttoned her shirt, letting it hang open, and she took one of his hands, putting it between her breasts. By reflex, he hooked his fingers in the front of her bra, and the clasp there popped, causing his eyes to open as wide as saucers.
"You're all mine, Lucas," she whispered, breathing deeply as he ran his hand along the curves of her body, feeling him hard against her beneath the folds of her skirt, "and we've got all night to make up for lost time." She leaned down to kiss him again, her breasts brushing his chest, his moans intermingling with hers as dusk started to give way to night. Outside, the waves crashed against Pokémon Rock, the Wingulls made slow circles through the sky, and, no matter what had happened during the intervening years, the two Champions had been reunited at home, and all was right in Sinnoh.
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