Chapter 5
Silence was all that was exchanged between the two for at least half an hour, which drove Brock insane. He wished she'd say something, anything. Anything besides this agonizing silence.
His pride prevented him from being the first to speak, even though he wanted to desperately to talk. It was their last night here, they would definitely have to get back to reality tomorrow, and he didn't want to spend it fighting.
Misty looked lost, her arms were empty without Togepi and Brock knew she was missing it. He almost felt bad for bringing her here and from the looks of it she didn't return his affection, which was to be expected, and he had brought her here to this cabin for nothing.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"What were you thinking?" He muttered, plopping down on the couch beside her. The force of his weight caused her to jump a little and she looked over at him, apologetically.
"What were you thinking? I saw you with Holly! Why do I get condemned for being with another man if you're with another woman!" She argued back, releasing everything she had wanted to say to him. It was all pent up inside. The hurt. Anger. Jealousy. Along with the passion. Yearning…needing him to touch her again.
"I went to the festival by myself, Misty." Brock told her, shaking his head.
"You did?"
"Yes!" He responded. "I don't think you've figured it out yet, but I'm here for you. This whole thing…the cabin…the festival…everything was for you. Not because of Holly, no matter how much you might think that."
Shocked, Misty drew back, trying to process what he had just said. She still wasn't quite sure, but she could have sworn he was being sincere. Still, she had her pride to uphold and didn't want to admit when she was wrong.
"Why? So I could be another one of your one-night stands?" She folded her arms and looked away from him. Even if she had been a one-night stand, the way he looked right now she wouldn't have minded at all.
Brock couldn't blame her for thinking that. After all, this whole thing was just out of the blue, but he wouldn't have brought her here if he wasn't serious about her. "No. Sex was never part of the plan, and it's still not. I just…"
He trailed off, as if he had run out of things to say. Misty was surprised by his lack of words, it wasn't like Brock to be speechless. "It's just what?" Her voice had softened, the edge of anger had disappeared.
"My grandparents owned this cabin. It's been in my family for generations." He told her, but she still didn't know where he was going with this. "My grandfather told my dad when he met the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with that he needed to bring her here around the time of the annual fall festival and spend a weekend with her. So, my Dad brought my Mom here and now…"
It finally hit her and her heart leapt into her throat. Her eyes widened and she just looked at him, feeling ashamed for accusing him of something immoral. "Brock, I'm…I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry." He cleared his throat and moved closer to her. He truly wasn't angry anymore, he was more disappointed than anything. "I'm just glad you're safe. Do you know what could have happened if I hadn't have shown up?"
"I didn't think you were at first." She admitted bitterly, thinking back to the helpless feeling of being trapped by Danny against a smelly old dumpster. "I was almost positive you were with Holly…"
A bitter laugh was his response and he shook his head. "You really do think I have no standards do you?"
"Well…" Misty trailed off, not sure of what to say.
"You're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." He said, softly, looming next to her, drawing closer and closer until his lips were mere inches from her own. She shook with anticipation of what he would do next. Brock had become so unpredictable and impulsive when they were alone together and she just braced herself for anything.
His mouth brushed over the smoothness of her cheek and she shivered when she felt his breath on her ear. "That's why we're here." He whispered against it, that deep velvety voice tugged at her heartstrings.
His hands played restlessly over her form and he teasingly trailed his mouth over her neck and shoulders until she was breathless from the sensation.
All her life, Misty had wondered what it felt like to have this kind of response to a man. She knew it was more than just a simple crush now and she thought of the abandoned passion and raw desire that accompanied the act of love.
Now, she was discovering it for herself and Brock was bringing it to her life in her. Breathing passion and fire into her with his touch, until it blazed from every pore. "Oh, Brock," She sighed brokenly, almost as if in a surrender, as his fingers brushed negligently over the swell of her breasts.
"Come here…" He said, standing up, leaving her confused and dazed, but frustrated and neglected of his touch that she so strongly desired. His hands were like magic, his kisses were like a drug and she was sure sex was the only thing on either of their minds.
Misty couldn't bear to resist him and he tugged her forcefully through the small hallway into the bedroom. The lighting was dim, a small lamp cast golden hues across the room. He imprisoned her face with his hands and crushed his mouth to hers as if he had to have her right away or he could spontaneously combust.
He clumsily felt for her clothes as he continued to ravish her senseless, but grew frustrated and reluctantly broke the contact. His face was shadowed, but she could see the tension in his tight set jaw, his eyes glued to her breasts which were concealed under white cotton.
His hands lifted her shirt up her waist and he knelt down to place kisses along her hips and stomach, playing his tongue along her belly button and to the other side. She felt as if she would fall, but Brock had his arms wrapped around her upper legs and rear, giving it a nice squeeze as the floral scent of her soft, pale skin intoxicated him into a sexual frenzy.
"Oh, yes." He breathed like a man bewitched. "Yes"
Her breathing was rapid, like that of a hunted animal's. The feeling of his mouth against her bare skin was electrifying and that familiar anxiousness for sexual gratification zipped through her. Brock had managed to get her shirt to her breasts and he growled agitated that she was wearing a bra. One more barrier he had to go through in order to get her to surrender to him completely.
He pulled her shirt off but he could see the look on her face. It wasn't necessarily fear, but it wasn't comfort either. She almost seemed hesitant. This wasn't how he imagined it. He wanted fire from her, not fear.
Misty felt him glide his hands over her shoulders, tracing the outline of her bra straps and then between the valley of her breasts. Then he kissed her again, only this time it wasn't hurried. It was soft and sensual. Loving and patient.
"Hey, sweetheart, you don't have to be afraid of me." Looking in her eyes, he could see the look of surprise flash through him.
Sweetheart? He had never called her that before and it sounded so wonderful coming from him. It made her feel like he cared for her and maybe he did, but did he love her?
"I'm not afraid, it's just…" She looked away, covering herself up with her arms.
Both of his arms were on either side of her. His body was pressed against hers and she could feel his warm skin, muscled torso and powerful erection against her body. "It's just what?"
"I'm a virgin." She said, not knowing how lame it sounded until it came out in the open. She doubted any woman Brock had been with in the past were pure.
"I know that." He told her softly, brushing back a lock of red hair that fell onto her shoulders. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, but if we do, I promise I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you." Of course he didn't want her to back out, he was already far too worked up to settle in for a night of cuddling and talking. He coaxed her back into her surrender by kissing her neck and this time, her hands explored his body. His dark, tanned skin reflected the soft golden light of the room.
His hands encircled her back, and as if he had done it a million times before, he unfastened her bra without her even noticing it.
To Misty, it was the strangest sensation in the world. Her breasts pressed up against the bare chest of a man. It was strange as much as it was arousing, even if he so much as moved it sent a spark straight to the pit of her stomach, and warm wetness pooled between her legs once again.
Brock wore a cocky grin on his face, knowing the effect he had on her turned him on even more. He pulled back and looked down at her.
Nice, full breasts. Flat stomach. And a black skirt, a little to long for his liking, along with a pair of long legs that ended with a pair of high black heels. She looked sensational.
Much to her surprise, he leaned in and buried his head between her breasts, holding her tightly by the waist for a moment before letting his tongue taste each sensitive mound.
"Oh!" She gasped, her head falling back helplessly, grabbing onto his hair for balance as she swayed, saturated with unbelievable desire, feeling his tongue wet and warm against the sensitive skin.
"That's good, isn't it?" He demanded thickly.
It was more than just good; it was heaven. She had never imagined anything could ever feel this good, she was practically shaking his grasp, longing for him to lay her on the bed because she felt she might faint from sheer pleasure.
Brock fell to his knees before her, unbuttoning her skirt with little effort. She tried not to wonder how many times he had done this before, all that mattered now was she was the one he was doing it to.
Her skirt fell to the floor with a whisper against the smooth skin of her legs and she shyly stepped out of it, noticing he was staring at her almost as if he had never seen a woman naked before.
She stood in front of him with nothing on but a pair of miniscule white panties and black heels.
"Wow…" He groaned. "Misty!"
Something about the way he choked out her name and tugged at the front of his jeans in frustration made her feel provocative and confident. She stepped towards him, the slightest tinge of nervousness still made her voice quiver as she spoke. "What is it?" Tugging on the front of his still buckled jeans, she pulled him towards her.
"This is like every fantasy I've ever had, all in one." His arm wrapped around her waist and he backed her up until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed where they buckled from nervousness and wanting.
"Lie down." He urged her. "Just like that."
Misty knew what to do. She lay down against the ivory satin sheets with her hands by her side and her knees bent, and she looked straight up at him with an innocence and a longing that he had never quite seen before. Sexual promise was evident in his eyes and she knew what was coming next.
Her heart pounded as she watched him throw his belt buckle to the floor with a loud clash against the hardwood floor. The swell in his jeans was quite evident and it made her ache with need. Just looking at him like this had made her thighs moist with honeyed sweetness and she needed him to make love to her. No matter how scared she was, she couldn't back out now.
Next she heard the rasp of a zip and saw a grim look of determination of his face as he wrestled to free himself - first from his pants, then his boxer shorts. And then…
Misty swallowed and closed her eyes. She balled the white satin in her fists, trying to muster up the courage to open her eyes and take a look at Brock when he would be standing naked and proud before her. All she heard was him chuckle, in his usual way, and somehow it had comforted her.
Opening her eyes, by a fraction and fear skittered over her skin. If this was masculine arousal, it was pretty daunting.
"Are you peeping, Misty?" Brock questioned; she could hear the smile in his voice. "Don't peep at me, Sweetheart. Open your eyes and take a good look at me. Don't be shy."
Nervously, she ran her tongue over her parched lips and did as he suggested.
"What's the matter?" He whispered, sensing her nervousness. "Afraid that this-" He touched himself with such an arrogant lack of self-conciousness. "-will be too much for you to handle?" He reached out a hand, and without warning, skimmed his finger open the centre of her panties, wet and warm with wanting more than they had ever been before. She shuddered with pleasure as his finger came away, moist from the cotton. He slowly licked the tip of it and gave her a smile of desire and satisfaction.
"I think you can handle me." He promised, obviously satisfied with her state of arousal. "You're so ready for me already and I haven't even started yet."
Desire overtook her and she sat up. Forgetting everything, she reached out a hand to touch him, but then let it fall, until he grabbed it with his, and brought her hand to his mouth, where he kissed it; his eyes never leaving her face.
"If you want to touch me, sweetheart-" Brock used that name again, that name of affection that made her heart do strange things. "I'm all yours."
Curiosity made her reach out, her hand skating over the hard, broad, silken shaft.
He bore it for no more than a few seconds before halting her hand with his own with steely insistence. "Don't." He groaned out, his voice quivering as he felt himself wanting to let go. He had gone way to long without any release. He hadn't been with a woman since Holly over two years ago.
For a moment, Misty was sure she did something wrong and for one horrible moment, she was afraid he would leave. "You…don't like it?"
"You know damn well I like it." He ground out painfully, as he sucked in a deep breath of control.
"Then why stop?" She asked.
"I want this to be good. So good." He had seen the worry on her face when he had stopped her. Obviously, she was a virgin and didn't understand why he was holding back. He wanted to save all the desire and pent up sexual frustration for her. "I want you so bad and I know you want me to. I can see it in your eyes."
What she wanted was for him to kiss her. Now. Oh, she wanted this to - just staring in his eyes as he lightly touched the sides of her face- but a kiss is what she longed for.
And maybe he sensed it, for he leaned into her, pressing his lips against hers. But this kiss was not sweet, or tender-- it did nothing for her emotions and everything for her senses. It made her desire increase so rapidly that she felt like she was spinning in a vortex of darkness where Brock was the only thing that mattered. He kissed her until she had no breath left in her body and every sense of fear and resistance had flown. With that kiss he had claimed her and made her his.
He moved over her, taking some of the weight on his elbows and she shivered with anticipation as she felt the hard, warm weight of him. The feel of crisp hair-roughened skin. He was one-hundred percent male. Rugged. Hard. Powerful. Unbelievably gorgeous.
And she was loving it.
Brock looked down at her, reveling in the softness beneath him. He had longed for this moment since he had first seen her, in all her beautiful, standing atop the balcony rail, watching intently on the battle scene that was taking place when Ash had come to win his first badge. Misty had been a fever in his blood ever since and he wondered if this would cure him of his obsession or perhaps make it even worse.
He was already addicted to her and he hadn't even made love to her yet.
He trickled a leisurely finger between the valley of her breasts and breathed in at her perfection. Never had he made love to a woman like this before. He bent his head and took the rosy nub into the warm cavern of his mouth.
"Oh!" Misty's eyes shivered to a close as she felt his tongue flicking against her.
She felt his hand on the flat of her belly, circling his palm over the heat which radiated from her skin, and she felt her hips ride up to meet his, demanding more- as if instinct had taken control of her own body and she could not control her own movements. She tried to pull his hand down to where the ache was becoming unbearable, but he wouldn't let her.
He laughed unsteadily. "Yes! You're greedy, Misty." He whispered against her ear. "Wild, temperamental…Be greedy with me. Want me. Like I want you." He let his hand drift downwards, giving her feather-light flicks to where she was slick and hot. The sensitive nub at the center of femininity was inviting to him and with each touch he knew he was bringing her closer to the edge.
Circling around and around, he watched her close her eyes and reach her hands up to grab onto his shoulders. Never in her life had she ever felt anything like this. It was almost an unbearable accumulation of tightness until the spasms began and she released. The sensation of her pulsing beneath his fingers almost made him lose control and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Sweat seeped out from every pore on her body as she clung to him, making little cries of pleasure into his ear. She wasn't sure quite what just happened, but she knew she wanted him to do it again and again until she was finally completely satisfied.
He hovered above her, his breathing labored and he took her hand, folded her fingers around the great throbbing width of him.
"Brock," Her voice was between a gasp and sob. He felt huge and powerful and she knew the pain of being deflowered by a man of his size was going to be almost unbearable, but over quickly.
"I want to savor this." He told her, brushing a lock of stray hair from her face. That's what he wanted more than anything. Every stroke he made, every cry she'd utter, he wanted to imprint himself on her soul. He wanted to give her so much pleasure that she would recoil in disgust if any other man tried to touch her.
Misty looked up at him, begging for him to be inside her. Ready and willing as she was, she couldn't figure out for the life of her why he was taking so long. Impatience was nothing new to her, but this was almost like torture and Brock seemed to be enjoying it.
Finally, he positioned himself at her entrance and she felt him slowly enter her until he encountered her barrier. After this, she would belong to him. He would take something from her that no other man could ever have; and she didn't want any other man to have it.
With a forceful stroke he thrust into her and she felt a swift piercing agony overcome her as her muscles clenched and unclenched to accommodate him.
He groaned at the sensation and kissed her forehead, steadying himself and closing her yes. "You're so tight!" He whispered and kissed her, as if to distract her from the pain. He found that he was trembling, something he never did when he was with a woman, and he couldn't bare to stop kissing her. Then, he began slowly moving inside of her. "I'm going to make you come again," He promised. "Would you like that?"
Mutely, she nodded, feeling the pain start to subside and be replaced with a bittersweet fullness. She hooked her hands around his neck, bringing his head down to hers and opening her mouth to his. This time the kiss was sweet and soft, but perhaps made all the more sweeter by the communion of flesh. Those great strokes which filled her, sent her towards that place of ecstasy again.
His resolve had been steely until he felt she was near her brink. Never had he been harder, fuller, or closer to his release, but he kept drawing back until he felt her suck in a great breath, waited until she began to shudder beneath him, and only then did he let go.
Nothing had ever been as intense as this. It had never been this good or this meaningful.
Never.
His grip on her tightened. "I love you."
Misty stiffened in his grasp, still feeling the fullness of their joining, the heat which filled her inside and his sweat-coated skin against hers as he lay on top of her, trying to catch his breath.
"You…love me?" She pushed him up and he looked down at her before rolling off of her and settling beside her.
"Yes." Brock promised her, pulling her close to him. "Always."
Smiling, she looked up from his chest and into his eyes. He felt so big and strong, protective and safe. "I love you, too, Brock." She said, before he kissed her with a feverish passion.
After several minutes, he pulled away and smiled. He had always wanted to do this. Hold a woman he had just made love to in his arms all night long, and he had always wanted it to be Misty.
Her back was pressed against his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. At last, she was happy.
The next morning Misty was awoken by a feather light kiss on her neck. The familiar scent of cologne and aftershave told her exactly who it was.
Brock had already gotten dressed and packed, and she was still laying in bed, naked and far from ready to leave. She knew her life had to resume, the one she spent traveling around with Ash and Brock, worrying about Gym battles.
But at least now, she got to spend it knowing that the man she fell in love with all those years ago actually returned her affection.
He kissed her neck and down her back until she shuddered beneath his touch. He groaned against her skin and smiled. "You want to go for round two?"
Giggling, Misty shook her head. "You know we have to go find Ash. Togepi needs me…" She smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her.
"Can I watch you get dressed?" He asked, leaning back onto the bed as she sat up, covering herself with a sheet. Shaking her head, she denied his request and he left the room. At least if he was being a pervert now, it was with her and no one else.
She could get used to that.
Brock had his arm wrapped around her waist as they stepped out into the streets of the village. Misty had planned for a long, relaxing walk with Brock, which she was planning on enjoying until she heard a familiar voice behind her.
Ash came running up to them, a happy, and safe Togepi cradled in his arms. "Hey! There you guys are!"
"Ash?" Misty asked, surprised that he was there. "How did you find us?"
"Ash stayed at the Pokemon center the whole time. Since he knew what I was planning…" Brock explained as she happily took Togepi out of Ash's arms.
She cuddled it for the longest time and greeted Pikachu as well and Ash stealthily walked away from her, towards Brock.
"So, what did you guys do all this time?" Ash asked, crinkling his brow in curiosity. "Spending two days alone with Misty must have been pretty boring. Not to mention annoying…"
"Not as much as you might think." Brock replied, ruffling Ash's hair before pushing him out of the way. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and smiled. "You ready to go, Sweetheart?"
Surprised by his move, Misty smiled and nodded. "Let's go."
Rolling his eyes, Ash followed far behind. He would definitely become the third wheel now that they seemed to be so friendly and he couldn't help but resist the urge to cry.
So it was true. Misty never did return his feelings. She was in love with Brock the whole time and now…
Now, she was out of his reach forever.
Ash looked towards the sky as they exited Rowland Village with only one thought on his mind: As long as she's happy, I'm happy.
-FIN
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