Chili runs the pads of his fingers delicately against her back. He traces each vertebrae with his thumbs, counting as he moves up to her neck. Despite the soothing warmth his hands provide she shivers, carefully arching her back with a sigh.
They exchange light, dry-mouthed kisses and recaps of trainer battles. When he gets tired of her back they hold hands on his chest and offer hoarse giggles to fill the tiring silence and heavy breathing.
His hair is sloppy against his forehead, barely a thing like its prior glory. Erika points it out and he retaliates by nipping at her neck. She yelps, foresight compromised, before giggling soundlessly to herself.
"Déjà vu," Chili says, twisting so that he's looking down at her. The blanket slips past his shoulders. He rests his lips against her breastbone.
"Aren't you supposed to be a gentleman?" It's a half-hearted jeer.
He looks up, and though his smile is wicked his eyes are soft. "I am gentle," he says.
A/N: huffs this ship is going to have a backing even if I have to be the one to write all of the fics myself (but really, I'd rather it not come to that, yeah? please fall in love with erika/chili— formally named sweetandspicyshipping, for the record).
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago! It was supposed to be short and sweet and light on the tongue, albeit a bit pointless. Please leave a review or shoot me a message, if you can, with any corrections or advice you may have c: