Chapter 1
She was in complete ecstasy. His hands seemed to be on every part of her body at once and his mouth left a trail of fire down her chest. His masculine scent drifted from him as he hovered above her, his eyes shimmered with passion and lust.
The redhead stared up at him through innocent eyes and she felt him brush her hair back with his gentle fingers. "Are you sure?"
She nodded and a smile came to his lips before they crash against her own. His skin against her skin was a rush, so warm, hot and invigorating. His mouth caressing hers gently and his tongue skillfully prodding her mouth open with subtle, yet tantalizing movements.
She moaned into his mouth, not sure if this was a dream or reality. It had to be a dream, he would never want her this way. He would never wonder into her bedroom and want to make love to her.
No, that would never happen.
Misty's eyes flew open and she felt the sweat sticking her clothes to her skin. She felt shaky, anxious and uneasy. She had to stop having these dreams, they were too weird. Not that dreaming about sex was weird, but dreaming about having sex with Brock, of all people, was just too weird.
It had been happening for months, but she had kept it a secret from everyone except Togepi. The room was cool as she threw off the heavy quilt, allowing her heated body to cool down. She sank back into her pillow and stared up at the ceiling fan that spun in the darkness.
"Are you in love with him, Misty?" She asked herself, feeling almost foolish for talking to herself, but it helped. She needed to sort things out in her mind and sometimes this was the only way she knew how to do it.
She turned on her side to find Togepi still sleeping. Her legs grazed each other, one smooth leg against the other and she thought about how she had dreamt of him kissing every inch of her legs as he stared down at her, wanting her more than he had ever wanted anyone.
She bit her lip. But that would never happen. Misty had never even been kissed before, she was a far cry away from sex and especially sex with a man like him. He'd never want her.
Misty became lost in her thoughts until she felt something scuttle across her ankle. Her eyes went wide and she froze. "T-Togepi?" She asked, looking over the see the egg-Pokemon was still fast asleep.
She sat up slowly, only to gasp and let out a shrill cry.
"Bug!" She shrieked and jumped away from the small caterpie that had found it's way into her bed. "Get it away from me!"
Her door opened and Brock rushed in, and for moment Misty just stared. He hadn't bothered getting dressed, and he stood at the doorway only his boxers. Well, atleast he got her mind off the bug…
"Misty! Are you alright?"
Misty blinked, realizing she, herself, was only in her pink nightgown. "Uh, there's a bug…in my bed…"
He pulled away the quilt to the find the tiny caterpie huddled under the blanket for protection. He simply grinned and picked the tiny bug up, opened the window and put it down gently on the window sill. "There you go, little guy."
She watched Brock, every movement he made was beautiful and she couldn't take her eyes off him.
"Thanks…"
"No problem." He said, sighing. "You scared the hell out of me though. I thought someone was trying to kill you." Brock finished with a smile and Misty felt her heart melt.
"I'm sorry…" She said, sheepishly, feeling stupid for screaming and feeling even worse about waking him up.
"It's alright." He said, stepping closer to her in the darkness. Misty felt her heart skip a beat and she recalled the dream, wondering how it would feel if it wasn't just a dream.
She knew neither one of them was tired at the moment, Brock's voice portrayed no signs of drowsiness and she herself was as wide awake after that dream and then the bug.
"Misty…" He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed restlessly.
"Yes, Brock?"
"Can I ask you something?" He peered up at her from his sitting position.
"Of course." She replied, sitting next to him uneasily. "What is it?"
She looked down at his hands, one was balled into a fist and twisted nervously into the palm of the other.
"Do you find me attractive?" Brock's jaw tightened as soon as he asked the question and Misty was almost positive she was blushing. Her hands were shaky and her voice was not quite smooth when she spoke.
"Uhm…well…I…" What was he asking, exactly?
"And I don't mean just as a friend. I mean…from a woman's point of view, would you describe me as 'sexy'?" He finished, cutting her off in the middle of her search for the right words.
"W-why are you asking me?" Misty questioned him through her astonishment. Her mind was racing and she was wondering what he was planning. Was she dreaming still? Maybe she didn't wake up after all.
"Well, so many women reject me and I just don't know what I'm doing wrong." Brock explained. "I mean, am I that repulsive?"
She turned to look at him, surprised at the hint of sadness and dejection in his voice. "Brock, of course your not repulsive. You're cute and…smart…and funny." She couldn't help but giggle a little, partially because she was embarrassed.
"Sometimes being smart and funny isn't enough for some women…" Brock explained to her, not expecting her to understand things from a man's point of view. "And girls want a man who is sexy, not cute."
Misty averted her eyes down to her feet. If only he knew that he was everything she'd always wanted. "Well, uhm…I think your sexy." She could not believe her own ears or believe that she had just told Brock Harrison he was 'sexy'.
"You're just saying that…" He ran his hands through his spiky hair. "I'm sorry, Misty. You need your sleep and I'm keeping you up."
"No, Brock, it's OK, really…" She said, watching him as he made his way towards the door.
He turned to her, both his arms folded over his wonderfully sculpted chest and he gave her a crooked, handsome smile. "You always get grumpy when you don't get your rest."
Misty felt her heart beating faster. Oh, the things that smile did to her heart… He closed the door without another word and Misty stood in the middle of the room for a long moment.
Did she really just tell Brock she thought he was sexy? Well, he didn't believe her anyway because she had been so reluctant when he initially asked the question. Sighing, she slowly made her way back into bed and curled up underneath the covers.
She shivered, wondering what it would be feel like to be held in his arms, feeling his warm flesh against her own as he lovingly kissed her neck and whispered sweet words into her ears.
She sighed. Well, a girl can dream.
She stepped towards him, hugging the clinging silk robe around her body. "Brock?"
Brock looked up from his Breeder's digest magazine only to have jaw drop. "Misty, what are you doing up? You need your sleep…"
She shook her head, slowly opening the robe up and letting it fall to the floor gracefully. With no hint of shyness, she stood in front of him in nothing but pink lace, her hair falling down over her shoulders.
"Sleep is the last thing I need, Brock." Misty leaned over him, her eyes held something he had never seen before. His chair tipped back on its back legs before Misty pulled him up by his shirt and effortlessly slammed him against the wall.
"W-what are you doing, Misty?" He found it hard to swallow, his mouth felt dry and all the blood seemed to have settled in his lower region.
"How does it feel to finally have a girl chasing after you for once?" Misty pressed herself against him before kissing him softly on the lips. He was so shocked, he couldn't move, he couldn't breath. All he could do was kiss her back, and something funny was going on inside him. He found himself unable to stop, and his hands were itching to touch her and explore under the soft lace.
She pulled away and stared up at him with pleading, not-so-innocent eyes. "Brock?"
"Yes, Misty?" He asked breathlessly.
"Will you make love to me?" Misty fell backwards onto a large bed and smiled up at him.
Brock gawked wordlessly down at her, a small sound was all the escaped his throat until he finally gathered his senses. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Brock?"
Ash's voice caused him to suddenly, a very reluctantly, be pulled from his dream and he woke up to find the dark-haired boy hovering over him with a confused look on his face. "Ah, Ash, what time is it?"
"It's almost ten o'clock. Misty and I have been up for an hour waiting on you to wake up. It's not like you to sleep past 8...Are you sick?" Ash queried, looking a bit concerned.
"No…I…I'm not sick." Brock sat up, and shook his hair, rubbing his tired eyes and recollecting the images of that dream. Why the hell would he dream something like that? "I just…couldn't sleep very well last night, so I guess I overslept."
"Oh, well, that's good, because we're starving…" Ash informed him expectantly.
"Right. We'll find some place to stop for breakfast, just uhm…let me get dressed…"
"OK, I'll go tell Misty you're up!" He rushed off, leaving Brock alone in the bedroom once again. That dream had definitely left him excited and he wasn't sure if it was ever going to wear off.
"Oh, jeez…" Brock got out of bed, and searched through his backpack for his clean clothes, by the time he was dressed he still wasn't calmed down but he had to face Ash and Misty anyway.
"Good morning guys…" He said, sounding uneasy as his eyes fell on Misty. "You two hungry?"
"Yea!" Ash cheered and picked up his green backpack and helped Pikachu climb onto his shoulder. "Let's go eat!"
Misty rolled her eyes and gathered Togepi in her arms. "So, Brock, where are we going?" She asked, as the three of them exited the Pokemon center.
He didn't seem to respond, instead he just stared out into the distance, almost in a daze.
"Brock?" Ash asked, waving a green-gloved hand in front of his face.
"What?" Brock shook his head and looked over at his companions. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
Misty tilted her head to the side curiously. "You seem a little zoned out, Brock? Are you alright?"
"Yea, I'm fine, just a little tired." He furrowed his brow a bit and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Misty, what did you ask me?"
"I was asking you where we were going to go for breakfast…" She repeated, puzzled by his short attention span. That wasn't like Brock. After all, he was the one who had actually enjoyed listening to Professor Elm ramble on about his findings about Pokemon.
"Oh! Right! Uh…let's see here…" He opened up the guide book and flipped a few pages. "There's a café right down the street from here called 'Lucy's Diner'. It looks pretty good…"
Ash made a small sound of approval. "I don't care where we eat! Let's just go!" He ran ahead of the two, Brock and Misty exchanged a glance before rushing off to meet up with the younger, energetic boy.
The diner was small, quaint, and definitely family owned. Ash rushed in, dashing for the first empty table he spotted before a blond woman stopped him. "Excuse me, where do you think your going?"
"Uh…to eat breakfast…"
"You can't sit down until Queen Lucy says so!" She tossed her short blond hair over her shoulder and peered back at Misty and Brock. "Are you two with this little dweeb or not?"
"Barbara!" A demanding female voice sounded from across the restaurant. "What did I tell you about treating our guests with more respect?"
Barbara seemed to humble up at the appearance of the tall, thin and beautiful woman. "I'm sorry, Queen Lucy. I was just following your orders. The sign says, 'Please wait to be seated'."
"I don't care what the sign says…" Lucy folded her arms and then looked over, only to feel the heat rush to her face. "Are you two with this young man?" She asked, referring to Ash who seemed to still be intimidated by the irate blond.
"Uh, y-yes." Brock stammered a bit, before taking one of her hands into his own. "And I want to thank you for taking up for my young friend. He can be a little impulsive sometimes and I'm terribly sorry for his rudeness. I must say, you're very beautiful. How about I--Ow!"
"C'mon Brock!" Misty yanked him by the ear, a little harder than she normally did. "Stop before you get us kicked out."
Lucy watched as the young redhead dragged the older boy along painfully by his ear, the deep red blush still stained her cheeks.
Brock rubbed his ear once his young friend let go. Why had she grabbed him so hard? She was normally never so harsh. Did it have anything to do with their conversation last night.
All of this and more raced through his mind as he sat across the table from her, watching her look over the menu. His eye left her face and traveled downward and he thought about his dream.
Barbara was their waiter, much to Ash's disliking. She bought them their food without so much as a smile and then hurried off to the back.
Ash poked around at his eggs, then looked up at Brock. "These aren't as good as yours, Brock. They are kind of burned." He tasted with disgust and then forced himself to swallow the lame excuse for eggs.
"You want to take them back?" Brock asked receiving a nod from Ash. He flagged down their mirage of a waitress and Ash timidly asked if he could exchange his side order of eggs for something different.
Sighing, Barbara placed her hands on her hips. "Sorry, it's against policy to exchange food items. It's Queen Lucy's orders…"
"But…"
"No 'buts'." The blond looked down at the young boy with disdain. "You know it's people like you who make me hate my job."
Brock clenched his fist and stood up. "Hey, what makes you think you can talk to my friend that way?"
"Well…I…" She responded with surprise.
"Hold on, Barbara!" Lucy sauntered out from the back, her sight landed on Brock for a quick instant before she looked away with a blush. "Young man, what would you like for a replacement dish?" She asked Ash, kindly.
"Uh, how about the cinnamon apples?" He asked, almost indecisively before shutting his menu.
"Barbara, put it an order for cinnamon apples." Lucy commanded, taking the burnt eggs from him in disgust. "I'll talk to my cook about this…" She said, looking over at Brock once again.
Misty noticed this exchange and glances and stabbed her pancake angrily.
Finally, after what seemed like forever for Misty, Lucy walked to the back, dumping the eggs into a trashcan and tossing the plate into the sink. "Scott…" She voiced aloud, furrowing her brow angrily.
"Yes, Queen Lucy?" The short, heavy-set cook answered. "What is it?"
"Those eggs were unacceptable. Do it again and your fired and don't get your sweat in the food. It's disgusting."
"But, you never seem to care about the quality of the food before." He reminded her, fanning himself with his hat. "What makes the difference now?"
"Yea!" Barbara agreed, waiting on Scott to finish cooking Ash's second order. "And what happened to your policy for no exchanges? You won't even let us employees have free food!"
Lucy smiled and pulled both of them towards the small, circular window that faced out towards the dining room where she saw the three of them. "You didn't walk in here with tall, dark, and handsome."
The cook raised an eyebrow. "The kid in the blue vest? Not exactly what I'd call tall, dark, and handsome…"
"Not him, idiot!" She corrected. "The one in the green vest." She sighed, dreamily and a smile crept across her face.
"He's a jerk, Queen Lucy!" Barbara complained, her voice was a whiny, high-pitched squeal and Lucy cringed.
"I don't care if he's a jerk or not. You both make sure you keep him and his friends happy." She flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder before turning around to make sure the two of them got back to work. "And don't breath a word of this to any of them. I have a feeling his girlfriend is the jealous type."
"He's got a girlfriend?" Scott asked, dishing out a helping of fresh, perfectly cooked apples into a small bowl.
"Yea, the little redheaded girl." She said, watching them through the window, her arms folded. "But that still won't stop me from getting what I want."
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