… the way you smile when you look at me. Your usual cocky grin that I've grown accustomed to and love always reflecting how much you believe yourself to be a know it all. I can feel my heart skip a beat as I feel the familiar rise of heat flush my cheeks the same color as my eyes. Yet I can't help but keep my eyes locked with your sparkling, extravagant, friendly, emerald green ones of yours.
"Oi, Red!" You'd say as I find myself lost in your eyes. "C'mere." You'd beckon me over. And I, without knowing, comply to your gesture. You'd lean in, closing your emerald eyes slowly and I soon find myself doing the same thing. Before our lips make any form of contact I feel the usual small pressure of my hat on my head disappear and open my eyes in surprise as you recoil back dangling my red and white hat in front of my face teasingly.
"Gotcha!" Then you'd laugh your wholehearted laugh, like you were truly enjoying yourself in the moment and show a genuine smile. I should feel aggravated whenever you do so, but I can't help but smile a little myself. My stomach churns, not in a bad way, almost like little butterflies were dancing around and my chest starts to feels warm.
And those nights and days where I'd find myself broken and shattered, you'd always be there. Never questioning the 'whys', only the 'whats'. Soon I'd find myself in your arms crying on your shoulder. You'd hug me closer to your chest and whisper soothing things to me as I pour my heart out through the tears in my eyes.
Of course you and I fight. Sometimes it's over the most ridiculous things like video games whenever I distract him and use Pikachu to win for me. Sometimes it's over who gets to cook, who pays the bill for the dinner we just ate or even when you tell me to constantly get off my ass and do something with my free time.
The words we exchange may be bitter, but we know deep down we still love each other, we're just too stupid and prideful to let our real feelings speak out. You'd scoff and leave through the front door and I curl up on the couch with a pillow to watch the news for the day.
Depending on the degree of the argument we wouldn't speak to each other for the rest of the night. Sometimes you'd come home and go straight to bed. And I would be sitting on the back patio with Eevee and Pikachu staring at the sun.
Other nights you'd come flying through the door and surprise me with a deep passionate kiss. One that would sweep me off my feet, or is that you picking me up? I'm not too sure. I fall into a daze and am not really aware of where we end up or what we end up doing.
All that I really know for certain is that your kisses are sensual, hot, persistent and make me absolutely breathless. Sometimes I find myself tugging at your jacket, silently begging to assist in stripping you. You grin your sweet, seductive grin and kiss me again while you tug and slip off my own shirt.
I find myself so taken away with your kisses that I ended up crying once because the love I felt for you was far too much to bear. Those few weeks I had spent on Mt. Silver without you soon began to grow shorter. At most I'd stay up there a week and it would feel like months had gone past. Constantly reminding myself that you were still in Viridian City with only Eevee as your company.
My heart, body and mind belong to you and only you, Green.
