DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON.

Looking at her is one of my favorite things to do.

Does it make me sound like a creep? Maybe.

Do I care? Not at all.

Misty Waterflower is the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes upon. She always looks exquisite: even when she claims to be at her "worst."

I, personally, have always felt that she looks best at night. Particularly when she's lying in bed, and the moonlight streams in through the window and accentuates every curve of her body.

So that is why I'm awake at 4:12am.

I look over at my companion and note that her lips are parted slightly, and her chest rises rhythmically with her breathing.

I've met many, many girls in my travels, and have gone on a dates with some… but up until the age of sixteen, I didn't know what it was like to really want someone.

And it wasn't until I was seventeen that I, Gary Oak, understood what it was like to be in love with someone.

That day is still fresh in my mind: I was walking her home after spending a day at the beach when I finally mustered the courage to tell her how I felt. When we got to her house, I, more or less, (idiotically) blurted out that I was head over heels in love with her. Despite my (less than conventional) outburst, she told me that she felt the same. I couldn't even begin to describe how elated I was.

It's now three years after that day, and I still feel like I'm the luckiest man ever.

My feelings for her have only intensified since then.

…if that's even really possible.

I extend my arm across the very short distance between our bodies and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

I know that it's really late… or early… or whatever, but I can't resist and soon find myself kissing her.

I'm pleased that she kisses back almost immediately and her eyes flutter open after I pull away.

"I was wondering when you were going to do that," she teases.

"You were awake?"

"Only for a few minutes." She moves and her body is soon sprawled on top of me; the sheets are bunched at her waist. "Were you enjoying your view?"

I chuckle. "I still am." I take her hand in mine.

She kisses me again.

"Gary?"

"Hm?"

"You know I love you, right?" she asks, innocently.

"I do."

"I do…" she repeats, "I like the sound of that."

I smile and kiss her as I escape from underneath her and situate myself on top this time, careful not to crush her under my weight. I pull away and see that her cheeks are now flushed, and her lips, swollen. "You're mine," I say as I kiss the ring that is newly situated on her ring finger.

She reaches forward and traces my jawline with her finger. "And you're mine," she murmurs before pulling me in for another dizzying kiss.

She makes me happier than any other person in the world.

…and I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to make her feel the same way.

If you liked this, then be sure to read the companion fic: "Surprises"!