I observed my trainer's movements as I followed him through the motions. By now he couldn't hide his faltering as well as he thought. Legs would shake with each positioning into a stance, sweat was beginning to form, and his hair had become increasing matted. I myself was beginning to feel my muscles whine in protest, so good for him for persisting this far. Once we reached the end of the kata, Thomas returned to a standing position, ready for another command.

I couldn't help but chuckle at this role reversal of Pokémon and partner. It was common amongst the other fighting types training their partners, and I enjoyed the feelingI felt from it, knowing Thomas and I were growing closer than the normal relationship a human and Pokémon had.

"I think that's enough for today." I say, seeing Thomas relax.

"Thanks, Lucca." He said as he began to collect his breath. "I swear you're the most brutal of my team when it comes to training." He joked.

"No, that would be Meryl." I said smirking back. "I get that clearing your mind is important, but meditating for an hour? No thanks."

Thomas shrugged, "If it means getting closer and bettering myself, then so be it. But don't tell her I told you that."

"Kind of hard when she's a Medicham, you know, a fighting-psychic type that could just read my mind."

"Well you're a Lucario, don't you have some psychic powers?"

"I thought you were the one striving to be a fighting type expert, shouldn't you know?"

A sudden clearing of the throat distracted us from our little jape. A man and his Hitmonlee were waiting to use the open space of the gym we were quick to acquire much earlier in the day.

"Sorry." Thomas said as he quickly walked past the duo, I followed suite. It was rare to see him so talkative and teasing, he must be in a better mood than usual. Good. If I can just loosen him up a bit more…

He was walking towards the gym exit. I took his hand, stopping him. He turned to me with a questioning expression and I motioned my head to the communal showers.

"You wish." He smirked, but I could see a flash of fear in his eyes.

"I do." Saying as I resisted his pull, so he retorted by slipping out of my grasp with ease. "I've trained you well."

"Yeah, because you're my instructor as well as my friend." Thomas replied, placing an emphasis on friend.

"Ha, well guess what?" Before he could reply I put him into a swift headlock, I suppressed a shudder as I took in his scent. My body was growing excited. "The master still has a few tricks up her sleeve."

By now a few trainers were eyeing us, and I saw Thomas' face grow hot as I quickly released him from my grasp.

"Fine." He quietly says. "But we're using separate showers."

"And what are you implying? I just don't want us walking home smelling like Tepigs rolling in mud."

While the locker rooms were divided, they led to a large singular shower room. I was quick to sense for Thomas' aura, finding it with ease near the end of the corridors. He jumped and covered himself when he heard the curtain opened, though relaxed but still covered himself as soon as he knew it was me.

"Really? Here?" He says.

I nod, "It's not like your body doesn't want too." I say looking down, smiling at the erection he could not hide. "Besides, you think we're the only one to do something like this?"

He tilted his head.

I smirked, sensing the auras to the shower stalls next to us and motioned my paw to the one on my right. "Behind curtain number three is a Gardevoir and his trainer. They're just in the foreplay right now, stroking each other, but I can sense the joyous anticipation between the two. I doubt the shower will drown out their moans when they go at it. Speaking of going at it…"

I move my paw to the left stall, "Behind curtain number one is a Machamp and his trainer. The Machamp has planted the girl's arms to the wall and used his other hands to spread the poor girl's legs as far as they could go before giving her pelvis a real pounding. Well, maybe poor's not the best word, in fact, both their aura's are in pure ecstasy right now. How they can keep silent is beyond me, we should've heard them from the gym."

I turned to him, "How about we get started with curtain number two?" I say coyly.

Thomas didn't look too impressed by my little show, and simply shook his head. "I'm sorry, but you know I'm tired of this 'friends with benefits' thing we've had."

"As am I. So why not take it to the next level like these love birds?"

Thomas looked at me quizzically.

"Come on, you really think they're just having sex for the sake of it? If you could sense auras you'd feel a real connection between them." I pressed up against his, wrapping my arms over his shoulders, delighting in the feeling of his excitement pressing against my stomach.

I slowly eased him down onto the bench in shower stall facing the showerhead, in front of the wall where the Gardevoir and trainer were now going at it. Their passion only triggered my own, and with one had I gripped my lover's member, with the other steadying myself against the wall. I balanced over Thomas' cock, rubbing my lips against his head, shivering in the pleasure it gave me as I attempted to shower him in kisses.

But he wasn't reciprocating, only turning his head away each time my face drew in. I ceased my advances and when he noticed this he slowly turned to me. I expected anger or disgust but found…fear?

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "It's just…I feel like having sex with you…it…"

Thomas was struggling to get the words out, so I got off him, bending to his level and giving him a patient look. He took a deep breath.

"Having sex with you feels like were moving apart." He quickly says. "Like there's no real connection, like I'm just doing it to satisfy my urges. And I'll admit, that's why I started it at first, but now I regret it. You deserve someone who loves you for you, not just for your body." He looked down, ashamed.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, "Well, I felt the same way."

Thomas looked up in shock, "Then why haven't you left me yet? We stopped having sex a few weeks ago."

I pulled him close, "Because I realized that it wasn't just that I felt. Sure there was a physical attraction, but there was more too. A deeper connection. I know you feel it too, and I don't even need to sense your aura to feel it."

"What do you mean?"

"Thomas, there are many different ways to express love for someone. You're always so assured when we're together, even moreso than with another team member. You're always there to help us, to support us, that's one of the few ways to express love."

I kiss him, this time he doesn't resist, "And being physically intimate is one such way too. Not just as an expression of physical love, but of a deeper one. Thomas, do you love me?"

He nodded.

"I won't force it on you, and I apologize for trying to do so in the first place, but just know that then-"

He kissed me back, standing up slightly before sitting back down in the bench, pulling me down with him. I was happy to go along. We didn't speak as I reassumed my previous position over his member, but time I wasted no time teasing, and instead slowly sat down on his throbbing cock. I shudder as he began to fill me, slipping in with utter ease. We followed the cue of the lovers in our adjacent stalls and kissed to muffle our moans, but I knew that would be vain attempt with me when things got serious.

Thomas gripped my rear and assisted me in riding his cock. I was grateful my boob were just big enough and my chest spike just small enough that being in such close proximity to each other was unlikely to be an issue. As the speed in increased I gripped his shoulders and bit into his neck to muffle my building moans. It wasn't helped by the fact that he was breathing heavily into my ear now. The few time I dared to release my clamp on his neck and look at my lover in the eyes I saw an expression of sheer ecstasy. One that couldn't be replicated with simple physical desire. Undoubtedly he saw the same.

It's somewhat comical to see how red the face gets and how far the eyes can space out when one approaches their peak, and I bet I would've smirked had not the flood of passion overtaken my senses. Thomas suddenly moved one of his hands up to my back and pulled me close.

"I'm going to cum." He said in a hoarse whisper.

I felt close too, having been well aware of my own pressure building within. I had been sliding up and down his cock with ease, our fluids mixing in a warm, lubricating slurry of love. But they had served their purpose. I slid down for one last time and began to grinding against his waist, his cock throbbing inside me as his breathing became louder until the pressure building in him released. Embracing me as tight as he could, neither of us caring my chest spike had somewhat pierced his skin now, I felt him fill me his cum.

His hot juices, his panting, his scent, his tight embrace, everything about him was too much for my senses to bare. I could not stifle this moan as I let out a moan of sweet release. As I happily took his cum, I drenched his waist and dick with my own.

A sudden shift in the air told us of our predicament, and it quickly sobered us up from our shared high. I quickly got off him and turned off the shower before handing him his towel and wrapping mine around myself. Walking through the shower it must've been clear to people just coming in and to those exiting out of their stalls what we had just done. But neither of us could feel the shame. With undoubtedly beet red faces and hand in hand we made our way down to where we would have to soon split to our respective locker rooms. While a few gave us confused looks and others gave us ones of disgust, the one exception was the Gardevoir and his trainer, the former giving us a smile and the latter flashed Thomas a quick thumbs up.