Chapter 2
It felt good to have warm, dry clothes on for once. Forcing herself onto one foot, she hopped over to the bedroom door and knocked, then leaned against it for support.
"You can come in." She heard his voice from inside and she pushed open the door to see him sitting on the bed, brushing Vulpix just like he did every night before bed.
"I guess your taking this room…" She stated obviously, hobbling over to the bed and plopping down rather roughly.
"Yea. This is the only room."
Misty felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "What?"
"One bedroom. One bath. It's all I could afford." Brock said in an apologetic tone as if he expected her to be alright with that. Maybe if she was Ash she could share a room with him, but this was just too awkward.
"So what? I get thrown out on the couch?" She looked back at him, scowling and seething in frustration. How could he be so insensitive?
"No. You share this bed with me. It's plenty big enough." He informed her. "You could probably fit three comfortably."
Raising an eyebrow she forced herself up to her good foot and Brock almost laughed as she still attempted her tough stance but ended up looking more like a Hoot Hoot. "Brock! I am not sharing a bed with you! You should take the couch, it's only for one night and I'm a woman so I should get the bed!"
"C'mon, Misty." Brock said, leaning against the headboard. "It's not like we haven't shared a bed before. You can trust me. I'm not going to try anything."
Folding her arms, she eyed him suspiciously. "How can I trust you? We've never shared a bed without Ash around, so how do I know your not going to feel me up while I'm sleeping?"
Sighing, Brock put the brush away and regarded her. "Oh, c'mon. It's not like your Officer Jenny or Nurse Joy."
As soon as the words left his mouth he wished he hadn't said them. He saw the expression that came over Misty's face and she turned away before her eyes welled up with tears. Somehow, Brock knew he'd mess things up.
Instead of hopping, Misty endured the pain in her ankle and limped out of the room as if she couldn't get away from him fast enough. Leaving Vulpix on the bed, he leapt up and chased her through the doorway where he found her sitting on the couch, her face buried in her hands and she quietly sobbed, not daring to show her face to him.
"Misty. I'm sorry." Brock apologized, settling down on the couch next to her causing her to scoot away to the last cushion. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
"Just leave me alone."
Standing up, he headed back for the bedroom door. She needed time to cool off. Maybe a half an hour or so, then he'd try to talk to her. Misty wasn't exactly unreasonable, but she did have every right to be angry with him.
Sighing, he closed the door behind him and Misty looked towards the closed door. Never in her entire life had she ever felt like this. He had only confirmed what she knew all along. She just wasn't pretty enough for him.
She never has and never will be. And to think she was reading to much into his flirting with her. He only made that comment to her because they were stuck in the middle of nowhere and there were no Jennys or Joys to flirt with.
Perverted bastard. Misty shot a death glare at the door and then looked over at the bathroom. A nice hot shower is what she needed. Yes, that would calm her down and get her mind off Brock.
The warm water felt good against her still cold skin. She smiled when she realized that if they hadn't gotten lost, she would have to wait until they found the next town again until she could take a real shower.
She soaped up her skin, scrubbed her hair into a thick, rich lather and then let the water rinse it away. The suds slid down her stomach, slowly down her legs. She found she could put slight pressure on her ankle so she knew it wasn't broken, but it was starting to turn purple.
Becoming a bit concerned, she crawled out of the shower, awkwardly as to not hurt her foot and got dressed. She felt about ten times better and then she realized she was hungry.
That's right. They had never gotten the chance to eat dinner and it was fast approaching eleven o'clock. Maybe Brock had a snack she could have to keep her until morning. She would ask, but only if she was speaking to Brock, which she wasn't so she decided against it.
She hobbled over to the couch and pulled her hairbrush from her backpack. She combed the last remaining knots from her long, red hair and it was virtually dry by the time Brock made himself known again.
Looking away from him, she continued to brush her hair and not acknowledge his presence. Though, she didn't move away from him when he sat next to her. "You still mad?"
"What do you think?" Misty asked sarcastically.
Brock watched her for the longest time as she brushed her hair. Stroke after stroke she ran it through over and over again and it almost hypnotized him. After a moment of just watching her, he finally spoke. "Wow, you're hair has gotten so long…"
"I know." She agreed coldly and started to wrestle with a tangle at the ends of her hair. Without a word he stole the brush from her hands. Gently and painlessly he released the knot from her hair and then put the brush down on the coffee table.
"Thanks…" She told him reluctantly. She turned towards him and it was then that Brock noticed just how beautiful she really was. He had hardly seen her with her hair down, curled red hair fell over her forehead and long locks framed her face. Her eyes seemed bluer than normal and even though she was angry with him, they held an innocence. An innocence he had never saw in anyone else but her.
"How's your ankle?" Brock questioned after a while of just staring at her.
"It feels better, but it's changing colours." She lifted her leg on the couch and he rolled up her pant leg. It had swollen just a little and turned a bluish black.
"We better get ice on that." He suggested, standing up. A small fridge was located in the corner of the room and he took a towel from the linen closet. It was slightly cold to the touch and Misty was reluctant to let him help her, but she knew he knew what he was doing.
She winced a little at the pain when he put a slight amount of pressure on it, but relaxed when he braced her ankle with his hand.
"Look, Misty, I'm sorry about what I said earlier." Brock's finally attempt to apologize didn't seem to affect Misty. "I mean, you're pretty, too. I always thought you were. Especially tonight."
"You're only saying that so I'll start talking to you again."
"No, I'm not." He assured her, her rubbed his hand up and down her leg and Misty's face coloured. "All I meant was, you're my friend and I respect you more than that. I mean that's not to say I'm not tempted." He offered her a smile and she returned it.
"Don't make me smile, Brock." Misty warned him. "I'm supposed to be mad at you."
"You can't be mad all night long. Besides, we haven't eaten a thing all night. What do you say I run across the street to the Pokemart and pick up some food?" He asked. "You'll probably be in a better mood after you eat and I can cook up something quick."
Misty watched him stand up and head for the door. True, she was hungry and Brock's cooking did sound good right about now even if his presence wasn't exactly welcome.
"You going to be alright here by yourself?"
"Yes."
"Alright. I'll be back." He said, rushing out the door. She could see him outside the window, crossing the street to the Pokemart on the other side. Then, it hit her. If there was a Pokemart in this village, then there had to be a Pokemon center. That was usually the first place Brock tried before going anywhere else when they arrived in a city.
Shouldn't they be staying there?
Something just didn't add up. What was Brock planning? This whole evening had just seemed weird to her since it began. She wondered if Ash was alright, they hadn't been able to contact him and he was probably wondering where they were. However, Brock didn't seem too concerned about Ash at the moment.
The makeshift ice pack Brock had made caused the swelling in her ankle to go down, which was a good sign she supposed. It was still purple and blue, but she could put slight pressure on it now and she used it to hobble closer to the window.
With each sliding of the door, she wondered when Brock would come out. A few strangers walked out of the mart and finally she saw the familiar sight of her male companion emerge from the Pokemart, bags in hand.
She sat back down on the sofa, ignoring the pain in her left ankle and Brock smiled at her as he entered the cabin.
"Sorry it took so long. Long line." He informed her, setting the bags down on the counter and picking through them. "How about Brock's Super Secret Pizza Pie for dinner, hm?"
Misty looked up at him. "That sounds fine." She said flatly. For some reason she was still dwelling on Brock's comment he had made earlier. By now, she thought she would have gotten over it. Ash had always made comments about her not being beautiful, or not being feminine enough and he even questioned her gender a few times just to be mean, but she had forgotten about them literally the next minute.
However, this time it seemed to feel like a knife in her chest every time she thought about it. His apology didn't seem sincere enough to make her forget or to even cause the little flutter in her chest she had gotten several times tonight around Brock, but every time he smiled, every time he so much as spoke to her or touched her she felt it. She always had, but never admitted it to herself.
Just before Midnight, the pizza was ready. Normally, Misty would have been too tired to eat, but she had been starving for the past five hours and the first bite of dinner was remarkably delicious.
They made a dinner table from the small coffee table in the living room. Brock sat with his arm resting on his knee and took a bite of pizza. "You like it?"
Misty was already reaching for her second piece, and she recoiled when he saw he was watching her. She grinned sheepishly. "Yes."
"Don't be shy. You can have as much as you want." He scooted the pizza pan closer to her and she took another slice, reveling in the deliciousness of it.
"It's nice isn't it?" Brock asked, discarding his crust and getting his second slice. "Not having Ash around hogging the food."
Nodding, Misty agreed, but she still couldn't help but wonder if he and, more importantly, Togepi were alright. "Speaking of Ash…do you think they're OK?"
"Oh yea." Brock waved his hand, care-free. "They're fine. Ash has the tents, the food, the matches, flashlights. Everything. We're the ones without supplies. Remember? We left camp without knowing we were going to get lost."
Reminded of earlier that night, Misty began to relax. Brock was right. If anyone should have been worried it should have been them, but then again, here they were having a delicious dinner in a luxurious cabin. Together. Alone.
Hardly did they ever get time alone and as much as she was embarrassed to admit it, she enjoyed it.
Misty finished her second slice of pizza and decided she was satisfied for the night. Brock agreed and stood up from the floor. "I'm going to take a shower then probably head off to bed. We've got to head back in the morning to find Ash."
"Right." She agreed, watching intently as he began to strip in front of her on his way to the bathroom. Off came his shirt and landed beside her on the couch carelessly. He didn't look back and he shut the door behind him.
For a long moment, she stared at the closed door, hearing the sound of the running water as it pounded against the shower floor. The cloth of his shirt was warm from his body still and she brought it to her nose, drinking in his scent. She fell back into the couch and hugged the shirt tightly to her chest.
The night ahead was sure to be proven interesting if she took Brock up on his offer. How many times had she fantasized about sleeping in the same bed with him? How many times had she dreamt of being wrapped up in his sheets as she kissed him with relinquished passion?
In the recesses of her mind, so many fantasies had played themselves out. Sometimes while she slept, and sometimes in a day dream. She was so embarrassed by her feelings for Brock she even lied to herself and forced them out of her mind.
But tonight she had the opportunity to get as close as she possibly could.
Standing up, she stepped towards the bedroom door. The pain in ankle was a dull ache, but it was well worth it to lay on the bed. The couch was comfortable to sit on but not comfortable enough to sleep on. She had slept on more comfortable forest grounds.
However, the bed she was laying on was soft under her palm. It sank under her weight and she looked at the size of it. Brock was right, three people could fit in it comfortably, so even if they both did share it she could keep her distance.
Brock's backpack lay in the floor and she was curious as to what he had stashed away. It was amazing how much stuff one man could fit into it. He had several of her clothes that he had washed, several of his own, none of Ash's and Misty was relieved to find a pajama set he had packed away.
It wouldn't provide much warmth on a cold fall night, seeing that it was a pink silk two piece outfit with spaghetti straps and super short bottoms. However, Misty hated to sleep in her clothes and she figured since Brock had confirmed he wasn't attracted to her, there would be no harm in wearing it.
She stripped off her clothes and changed into the silk pajamas.
Then, she heard the water turn off and she began to panic. Should he see her in here? Should she try and limp back out to the couch? Should she just pretend to be asleep?
Without enough time to make a decision, Brock exited the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts that came to just below his knees. Misty waited for him to appear in the doorway and was planning to keep her cool but when she saw him standing there, more than half naked and drying his spiky hair with a towel she couldn't speak.
"I see you've decided to take me up on my offer." Brock's voice held a hint of hope in it that Misty wasn't paying enough attention to pick up on. His gaze lingered on her for a bit as he dried the back of his neck and wiped off his chest. She just watched him as he gracefully moved from the doorway to the bed. His body was lean, his shoulders were broad, and his torso had the slightest outline of muscles. He pulled down one side of the quilt and crawled into the bed next to her.
"Are you sure this isn't too awkward for you?" Brock asked thoughtfully. She could tell he was serious about the question. He would surely take the couch if she would just tell him she didn't want him in bed with her all night for fear that his body might come in contact with hers. If she could just tell him that, then she knew he would be more than happy to sleep on the sofa.
The truth was, however, that she wanted him in bed next to her.
"I'm sure." Misty finally responded with a smile. She couldn't help but notice he watched her as she pulled down her side of the bed. A slight smile came to his lips and she decided just to play it safe that she would move to the farthest end she could without falling off.
Misty faced her back towards him and she felt a strange urge of excitement course through her when she felt him crawl into bed beside her.
He gazed at her and became concerned when she still hadn't said anything to him. Was she still angry with him? Did she lie about feeling awkward? Even he had to admit, getting in bed with Misty did seem a little odd, since he thought he'd never be doing it.
"Are you alright?" Brock asked, almost startling Misty.
"Yea. I'm fine." She responded, closing her eyes as he turned off the light. "Just tired."
"Oh, well then…" He cleared his throat and settled into bed. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The room wasn't exactly warm and since the cabin seemed old, the windows weren't well insulated. Huddling under the covers, Misty tried to her best to gather her own body heart, but her toes and feet were still cold, not to mention her back and neck.
She tossed and turned several times and finally Brock turned around to find her back still facing him. "Are you uncomfortable?"
His question startled her, she had assumed he had fallen asleep but then again how could he with all her tossing and turning?
"No, just…cold." She told him, assuming he would go and find an extra blanket for her, but instead she felt his arms encircle her waist.
His rested his chin on her shoulder and pressed his bare chest against her back. If Misty was tired before, she sure was awake now. His scent was thrilling and he was so warm. She was still shivering, but not from the cold.
"Better?" He whispered in her ear and she could almost imagine the grin on his face. She had dreamt of this for so long and she wondered if she had fallen asleep and right into another fantasy.
She twisted in his embrace and felt his hands slide under her silk top, his fingertips gliding over the small of her back and then to the front where he circled her belly button.
Nodding, she told him she was more than comfortable. For a long moment they stared at each other in the dark. His hand reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face and then he trailed her jaw line with his hand.
Misty closed her eyes for a moment, loving the sensation of his touch. When she opened them again he was still looking at her, his dark, slanted eyes seemed to shimmer in the dark. He was unbelievably attractive, especially like this.
"Brock. Can I ask you something?" She questioned hesitantly after a moment.
"Of course."
Her gaze averted downwards to his chest and she reached out tentatively to feel him. His muscles tensed under her fingertips. "Did you really mean what you said earlier? That you thought I was beautiful?"
Brock gave her a crooked, lazy smiled and brought her hand from his chest to his lips and kissed it softly. "Every word. Especially with your hair down." His voice was almost a whisper and he seemed almost as if he was in awe of her. His eyes were cast downwards, taking an appreciative glance at the soft swell of her breasts underneath silk.
She knew he couldn't see her blushing in the dark, but her skin felt hot to the touch. He pulled her closer to him and stared into her eyes as the night surrounded them. It seemed as if they were in another world that consisted of just the two of them and nobody else.
She could feel him breathing in a shaky rhythm. Her whole body was rigid and through the thin material of her pajamas she could feel his heart beating rapidly. She swallowed nervously and looked up at him.
"Then, if you think I am so beautiful then why don't you ever flirt with me?" Misty wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
"Because your more than that." He responded without thought, much to Misty's surprise. "Out of all the girls I've met, you're the prettiest and I guess…" He trailed off, not sure of what to say. He felt like he had already said too much but she urged him on.
"You guess what?" She asked, curiously.
"I guess I just don't know how to handle my feelings towards you, so…"
"You ignore me."
Nodding, almost in shame and broke eye contact with her. Brock felt her place her hand on his cheek and he stared back into her eyes just like he had before, but this time she had moved closer to him.
Her eyes had never looked bluer, even in the dark they were radiant; sparkling. Like the ocean under a setting sun as the waves reflect glittering remnants of the daylight. She was inviting him to her with her stare.
"I want to kiss you." he told her, in a voice that sounded as heavy and as sweet as syrup.
"Then kiss me." She managed, half-despising her passivity.
"God, yes…" He would have kissed her anyway. It was simply impossible to resist at this point. Her soft, slightly parted lips, her soft feminine body next to his and her breasts crushed against his hard chest, only separated by thin material.
Misty felt almost as if she was on air, wrapped up in his arms as he held her tight against his body. She loved the warm, softness of his lips, the thrilling force of his kiss and the soft vibrations he was making against her mouth.
Brock deepened the kiss with his tongue, brushing it against her own, feeding his own passion and need, as well as enticing it either further. His groin began to ache as he felt the rush of blood settle in his lower region. This kiss was so intoxicating.
She felt his hands move further up her gown, gliding over her side and back across her stomach. Brock slowly inched his way to her breast and Misty's eyes flew open and she broke the kiss, leaving him breathless and undeniably aroused.
Something inside her had woken up and an unfamiliar ache rested between her legs. His hands never left her hips and she longed to be touched by him.
"Wow…" He muttered, still enjoying the feeling of her soft, smooth skin under his palms.
"What?" She questioned, still trying to register what had just happened. She hadn't woken up from a dream, what had just happened was real. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No. No, you were perfect. Amazing, even…" Brock promised her, kissing her forehead briefly. The mere action made something flutter inside her. "I shouldn't have touched you like that. I'm sorry. I got carried away."
Wrapping her arm around his neck, she smiled and shook her head. "Don't be. It felt…kind of good." Her confession seemed almost foreign on her tongue and Brock wanted to kiss her again and beg her to let him go further, but he knew she wasn't ready for that.
Instead, he just smiled at her and kissed her hand once again. "We better get some sleep." That was the last thing he wanted to and he'd probably be up half the night battling the aching need to be with her. The sheets felt hot against his skin now and he was restless, but Misty was certainly not ready for anything more than what had just happened.
Agreeing, Misty turned around, never breaking their embrace. She pressed herself against him, noticing the aroused state he was in. Hesitantly, she gave him room which he was only partially grateful for.
She sank down in his warmth, enjoying the heaviness of his arm draped across her hips as he held her and she fell asleep.
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