This is my first Pokemon fanfic here, third fanfic altogether. Please enjoy, and R+R. Oldrivalshipping FTW.
It began at ten fifty-one on the Sevii Islands.
During training they had met, sharing surprised greetings at the coincidence.
One exuberant, the other nonchalant.
In the tavern where she was residing - with her own money, she assured him - they talked and laughed over their childhood rivalry, awkwardness melting away with each sake cup.
Through malevolent eyes she caught him staring. Gazes lingering longer than they should. Shivers erupting.
He vaguely wondered when she had become so appealing. Silently mused over her startling transition from girl to woman in the time they had been apart.
At ten-fifteen she convinced him to stay the night:
"A tent is no place for the Master's second in command."
She teased him mercilessly. He grinned like a Cheshire cat.
She promised to remind him how warm and inviting a bed could be - his groggy mind hardly detecting the double meaning. With each passing doorway she inched closer to the warmth of his young body, giggling with delight when his toned arms sought her. When she tip-toed out of his reach he followed eagerly.
At ten forty-five their hands began to roam. Mouths searching. Bodies aching.
At ten forty-nine the door was jammed open .
At ten-fifty her dress inaudibly fell to the floor - twenty seconds later he barely registered his back hitting the mattress.
At nine minutes to eleven skin met skin.
Between passionate embraces they moaned, clawed and yearned for release. Afterwards they smiled, kissed and held one another like China dolls. She told him she had always wanted this. He told her that he never knew.
At ten-thirty the next morning they dressed quickly and packed in silence. Outside the tavern they shared a hard glance before parting ways.
She allowed herself one tear. He permitted himself a sigh.
After a few moments he turned to see her once more, but she had gone.
He looked to his watch, mentally back in training mode.
It was ten fifty-one.