Chapter 3
I looked up at him, my body pressed against his warm hard chest. My fingertips are exploring the bulge of his biceps, he's built so nicely and I hadn't really noticed before. His hands are planted firmly on my hips to keep me in place against him.
"Yes, I did." I tell him timidly and I look away. I suddenly feel shy in front of Brock. He's never seen me in anything less than a bathing suit and here I am pressed up against him in nothing but my bra and panties.
"Then why complain?" He asks me curiously. "Misty, I won't hurt you and I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
I have never felt this deep, primal extinct before. I've never experienced the feeling of wanting to make love to someone so badly before. Sure, I had a crush on Ash when I first met him, but I have never felt this before.
He lifts my chin up so that I'm looking at him, his lips slightly parted, his eyes black with passion. "Ever since I saw your hair fall down your back like a river of warm fire I've been wanting to see it against your bare skin."
The husky, bold confession makes something jump inside me. Before I can speak, his mouth is on mine again and I tumble backwards onto the bed. I welcome his rain of kisses, soft bites and intimate exploration of my body.
My hunger to touch him is just an uncontrolled. His skin is like warm satin beneath my palms. His superior strength doesn't give rise to fears, but feeds the sensual maelstrom that has possessed me.
The savage exhilaration smoldering in his eyes is enough to drive me mad. He's so good to look at, even better to touch.
"Are you pleased to see how much I want you?" He growls, his mouth mere inches from my own. The sensually lazy smile slips as I pull him down to me and kiss his neck, unsure of what to do. I don't know what's come over me, but I find myself wanting to please him in any way possible.
He gives out a strangled moan and his fingers sink deeper in the luxuriant thickness of my hair, cradling my head with his palm.
I pull away from him and stare back at him above me. "I enjoy looking at you." I confess, not feeling the slightest hint of consciousness.
"I enjoy looking at you, too." He repeats my own words as his eyes roam over my supine form.
He hovers above me, suspended by his elbows, close, but not nearly close enough. I've never wanted to be so close to Brock, or anyone for that matter so bad before in my life.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, the impatience in his eyes is apparent but he stills asks me if this is what I want to do. Is it? Or am I just caught up in the heat of passion?
There is no question about it.
There is no words to express how badly I want this. I pull him down to me, giving him my answer with a sensual kiss to his lips. I feel as if I'm in a dream as we make love. His skin against mine, his deep, sensual voice thick with passion in my ear. The touch of his hands on my skin. I've waited for this for so long, but this is better than I could have ever imagined.
It's a little painful at first, but it's so welcome.
Feeling him deep inside me, we're as close as two people can possibly get. His moans and grunts of pleasure only excite me more as I feel him thrust deep inside me, causing little squeals of pleasure to escape the confines of my throat.
I don't know how long we were like that, tangled up in each other's arms, but I'm laying inside his arms and he's holding me in a way I never thought he would. I thought afterwards I would feel embarrassed and awkward but I don't.
I feel content and sleepy. I fall asleep in his arms and I assume he does the same, and when I awoke next the room was dim with early morning sunlight peeking it's way through the curtains in the hotel room.
The bed next to me is empty and I sit up, realizing that I need to cover myself up with the quilt. Last night came flooding back to me and an excitement jumps inside my stomach. Brock Harrison made love to me.
I sink back down into the sheets that smell deliciously like him. The thought makes me feel giddy, but how is this going to change our journey in the Hoenn region. I hear the pitter-patter of the shower just behind the wall and I figure Brock was taking a shower.
He always was an early bird.
I hear the door open and my heart starts to race. I wonder what he'd have to say to me this morning. I see him appear around the corner, a towel around his neck and his dark, tanned skin is glistening with water.
I can't help but stare in awe through my sleepy half-lidded eyes. Am I still dreaming?
"Mornin' sleepy-head." He says with a smile.
"Goodmorning, Brock." I tell him awkwardly, sinking cowardly back into the sheets.
He gives me a lazy grin before settling down on the bed beside me. "Sleep well?"
I smile back and shake my head as he leans down to give me another kiss. I can tell something it weighing on his mind as he looks back down into my eyes. "Are you hungry?"
That wasn't the question he was wanting to ask.
"A little. Isn't their free breakfast downstairs?" I ask, searching the room for my clothes. I remember I left my luggage in the car and the only item of clothing I have is my beat-up tattered dress.
"I can order room service." He says, making no move to get up from the bed. Brock never was one to be at a loss of words but I can tell right now he's formulating his words carefully. "Did you…enjoy last night?" He asks, playing with a strand of my red hair.
Is he kidding me? How could I not have enjoyed that. I've never felt anything that amazing before in my life.
"Of course I did, Brock." I tell him and I'm relieved to see a grin on his face. My jaw feels tight as I return the question. "Did you?"
He leans in closer to me, the smell of his body wash is apparent. "I loved it." He kisses me again and I pull him on top of me. That's when I realize something. Last night was more than just lust and the heat of the moment. I'm in love. I'm really in love with Brock Harrison.
I hold her in my arms once again and I wish we could stay like this all day. There's a knock at the door and I glance over at the clock. It's 11 A.M., so that's probably the maid.
I groan, frustrated, never wanting this to end. "Get dressed." I tell her lazily as I grope around my shirt.
"I…I don't have any clothes." She tells me, looking a bit embarrassed but I reassure her.
"You can borrow one of my shirts and I'll go down to the car and get your bags." I tell her, rummaging through my suitcase for a T-shirt. I toss her once and she catches it, just as there is another knock at the door.
"I'll be there in a minute." I yell out, agitated at their persistence. I finally find my shirt and tug on my pants before I open the door to see, much to my horror, Ash standing at the doorway.
"Hey Brocko, sleep late?" He asks, that usual goofy grin on his face. He is ready to invite himself in but I block his way. I can hear Misty fumbling around behind me, she must have recognized Ash's voice.
"Uhm, yea I guess you could say that." I peek behind me, Misty's gotten dressed, but I still can't let Ash in.
"So, can I come in?" He asks and lucky for me he's clueless.
"Uh, well actually…"
"Oh, I get it!" Ash laughs and slaps me on the shoulder rather harshly. "You have a girl in there."
I give him a laugh back and shut the door behind me. "Yea. Hey, Ash don't you have to pack or something?"
"Pack?" He asks, his eyes grow wide and I can already tell he forgot to do it the night before. "Oh no! I totally forgot! Sorry, Brocko, got to go."
I simply wave before slipping back into the room. "I'm sorry." I tell her and she simply smiles back at me. Oh, what I'd give to wake up every morning like this.
"It's alright, Brock." She tells me before I take her into my arms and kiss her again. I could stay like this all day, but we are interrupted again, this time by the telephone ringing.
I pull her away from her and pick up the phone, giving the other person on the end a lazy 'hello'.
"Hey, Brock. It's me Violet." Misty's sister is on the other end of the line and look over at her questioningly.
"Oh, hey Violet. You want to talk to Misty?"
"Yes, please." She says and I hand the phone over to Misty and then set to work packing my clothes into my suitcase. It's getting late and I'm sure Ash is going to want to hit the road when he finishes packing.
"Hey, Violet, what's up?" I hear Misty ask, then a long pause. "What?" The surprise and urgency in her voice causes me to turn around.
"Are you kidding me?" She asks, her voice cracking as she starts to cry. "But…I…Alright…Bye." She hangs up the phone and turns around to face me. I zip up my bag and walk over to her.
"You alright?" I ask her. I see a tear spill down her cheek as she shakes her head no.
"Brock, they want me to come back home and run the Gym. Daisy won some stupid beauty contest and they are leaving on a trip around the world starting tomorrow."
I sit down on the edge of the bed and rub my eyes. "Well, you're not going are you? I mean…after last night I don't think I could be apart from you. Ever."
This causes her to cry more and I wonder if I said something wrong. "Brock, you don't understand. I have to go."
"Misty…"
"Please, Brock, don't make this any harder." She tells me before placing a light kiss on my lips. "Keep last night a secret. Don't tell anyone."
"Misty, you know I won't." I promise her and takes her hands into mine. "Can I come visit you in Cerulean?"
"Brock, you can't just come back to Kanto all the way from Hoenn. That would take you forever."
"Not by car…" I remind her, rubbing small circles with thumb in the palm of her hand. "So, what's last night, Misty? Nothing?" I can't help but feel a little angry. Not at her but the situation.
"No, Brock, it meant a lot. " She tells me, I can see it in her eyes that she doesn't want to go. "It really did. I'll never forget that. I wouldn't have given myself to you like that if you didn't mean anything."
Everything hits me all at once. I took her virginity. That means she's going to have this attachment to me for the rest of her life and I can't just leave her and travel around with Ash. I need to be with Misty.
"Fine, then I'll move to Cerulean City with you." I tell her. "We can run the gym together. I already have experience. My mother is a water Pokemon trainer just like you and--"
"Brock, no…" Misty interrupts me and looks into my eyes. "You can't stay with me. You'll never become the breeder you want to be if you stay in Cerulean with me."
She's right, but I don't care. I need to be with her. "Misty…"
"Just…consider last night as goodbye…" She tells me a weak smile on her pretty mouth. She gives me one last kiss and I savor the taste of her once again. I stare at her as she makes her way towards the door.
"I have to get my stuff. I'm leaving at sundown."
"Well, Misty, I guess this is goodbye." Ash Ketchum holds out his hand to me and I place my hand in his, feeling the material of the green leather gloves. Brock's standing beside Ash, his arms crossed and the sunset casting shadows on his handsome face.
"Goodbye Ash." I tell him, trying to keep back the tears. It's hard to leave them after being with them for so long. Especially Brock. I was already separated from him once when he stayed back with Felina Ivy, but today, it's almost unbearable.
He tilts his head to the side and opens his arms up wide to me. I smile and almost throw myself into his arms, feeling the lump rise in my throat as I bury my head in his chest. "You be safe, alright?" He tells me, squeezing tighter around my waist.
The tears finally spill down my face and I hide my face from Ash. "You do the same…" I tell him, as I try to steady my voice. I look up at him through tear-filled eyes and he wipes a tear away with his thumb. God, he's so good to look at. I think I could probably stare at him all night long.
He finally lets go of me and I feel as if my heart is breaking. This is all too much. It's taking everything I have inside me not to ask him to come live with me at the gym back home. This all seems so unfair.
Maybe if my sister's knew of what I shared with Brock…maybe I wouldn't have to go back home.
He kisses the top of my head and rubs my back with his hand, an all-too-intimate move in front of Ash, but neither one of us care. I don't know when I'll see him again.
"Goodbye, Misty."
"Goodbye, Brock." I tell him before turning to leave.
Ash catches my eye again as he stands there, both his hands clasped behind his head. He's giving me a dumbfounded look and I'm almost afraid he's figured out something was going on between Brock and I.
He waves to me one more time as I start down the path. I keep telling myself I won't look back. I won't look back and see Brock, even his shadow, it would be too hard for me, but that promise only lasts a couple of feet and I look back to see him, still watching me leave.
I know he's looking back at me and in one futile attempt I wave back and I am surprised he returned it. I smile and I feel something inside my chest. Even if I never see Brock again, no one can take that special night away from us.
-Fin
A/N: So, what did you think? Anyway, I'm hoping to write a dramatic sequel to this. Maybe some drama with Tracy and some other surprises! Probably going to be told in third person since I'm not too pleased at how this turned out in first person and it was kind of difficult to write in first person. lol But nonetheless, I hope y'all enjoyed it! ^_^
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