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A Kantonian Welcome
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Lillie
It felt weird sneaking into Moon's darkened house, my shoes left outside in an effort to make as little noise as possible. As it was, the Butterfree's in my stomach flipped and fluttered about, still excited about the amazing revelations that Moon – the first Alolan Champion herself, and perhaps my oldest friend – actually liked me like that.
Even as children, we had taken to each other almost immediately. I had been starved for a friend, companionship, and even though Nebby was great, he wasn't Moon. And Moon was…
Well, nobody was quite like Moon. Even after my years spent abroad in Kanto, my brief time in Shinnoh and Kalos, the many people I met and travelled with, I never met anyone quite like Moon. She was unique; with her own way of doing things with her own style. She arrived to Alola with no real goal in mind other than to live her life, and was given the opportunity to complete the Grand Island Challenge.
And complete it she did, and then some.
I felt something squeeze my hand and I blinked up to find Moon half-turned back towards me, a reassuring smile decorating her face. I smiled back, a little nervous now that the moment we had on the beach was over and my nerves started to get the better of me, and returned her squeeze with a firm one of my own.
We didn't get very far towards her bedroom before I stepped on something small and distinctively furry beneath my bare foot, and I lurched in shock, jumping away as an irritated growl emanated from where I had stepped.
"Meowth!" Moon hissed, whirling around and doing an admirable job of keeping her grip on my hand as I flailed, searched the darkened floor for where the noise had come from.
The telltale glint of gold sparkled in what little light there was, and a pair of large eyes opened, peering at me in disdain. I had apparently forgotten about Moon's pet Meowth, who had been leisurely napping on the floor of her living room. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the light to be able to make out the animal's beige-tinged coat – proof that the Meowth was not originally from Alola, as a native Meowth would be almost impossible to spot in the dark with its indigo fur – and I winced as I realized I may have just ended the night prematurely with a poorly chosen step.
"Meeeoooow." The Scratch Cat Pokemon growled, pushing itself up off the floor with an unhappy expression on it's usually amiable face.
Under most circumstances, Meowth as a breed were a pretty mischievous lot, causing trouble and stealing whatever small nick-knacks that catch their attention. Coins were usually their favorite, and they would spend quite a bit of time hoarding coins from passing trainers, hiding it away, never to be spent. I remembered hearing about a trainer coming across a Meowth's stash once in Hoenn, and the total amount equaling around a million and a half G. Just goes to show what a particularly devious Meowth could do, camping along a route with nothing but Youngsters and Lasses.
This Meowth, however, did not look particularly mischievous. Nor did he look in the mood for stealing my pocket change. He looked like a Pokemon that had been woken up from a comfortable sleep by a blundering human.
In other words, he looked extremely unamused.
"Meowth!" Moon whispered, shushing the animal with a desperate hand gesture. "Not so loud! Are you trying to wake mom up?"
Meowth blinked once, and then turned his eyes slowly towards me. I stared back, watching as the irritation in its' expression slowly dwindled, making way for confusion, and then surprise. After a moment his eyes fell to mine and Moon's clasped hands, and then back up to her.
"Eowth?" He asked, and even though I had no idea what the Pokemon meant to say, Moon clearly had an idea.
"Yes! So don't wake her up!"
One of Meowth's large eyebrows rose in an odd, yet somehow accurate, display of incredulousness. He crossed his paws over his thin chest and seemed to puff up a little.
"Meowth," he stated flatly.
Moon groaned, "Oh, come on! I don't tell on you when you bury dead Pikipeks in the front yard!"
Meowth shrugged uncaringly and shook his head. "Meow~"
I peered nervously at Moon, who seemed to be grinding her teeth in frustration. After a few moments of tentative silence, the girl seemed to deflate. "Alright… what do you want?"
Meowth flashed his teeth and held out a single paw, rubbing his claws together in a gesture that even I understood. Moon hissed between her teeth and dug in her pocket for a moment before finally pulling out a pair of coins. She tossed them towards the animal, who snatched out of the air with the skill of a practiced coin thief.
"Meowth." He replied, satisfied.
"Yea, whatever." Moon bit out angrily as the creature sauntered off towards the door to the porch. "The next time you bring home a girl, I'm totally gonna tell mom."
Meowth didn't respond, simply flicking his tail a bit towards the two of us in parting as he disappeared through the open doorway, likely to add his spoils to his ever-growing stash of pilfered coins.
As I took a moment to wonder how much of Moon's pocket change now belonged to her pet, Moon let out a heavy sigh and tugged my arm. "Come on," She muttered, "Let's just go to my room. He won't bother us any more tonight."
"Tonight?" I echoed as I found myself pulled along past the living room, down a short hallway and then in front of Moon's room. I remembered visiting it once, when we were kids during her Island Challenge, and had distinct memories of boxes, still packed from her recent move, a few assorted posters of notable trainers and individuals, and a bed piled high with toys and plushies. I found it hard to imagine that this girl - the reigning champion of Alola - would still have such toys lying around, but then again, you never know.
As Moon opened the door and ushered me in, I was surprised to see that there were still boxes piled in a corner of the room - less so than before, but surely she had lived here long enough to unpack her things - and toys still littering her bed. I caught a glimpse of the distinctive yellow coat of a Pikachu before Moon cursed softly to herself, scrambled over to her bed, and did her best to hide her toys in the gap between her bed and the wall.
When she was finished she took a moment to kick a Caterpie plushy into a corner of the room and smooth out her rumpled covers. She then turned back to me, her cheeks slightly darkened. "Um, sorry..." She mumbled. "I haven't been here in a while, like I said."
I couldn't keep the smile from my face, "Just how many toys do you have?"
She blinked, and then raised a hand to her cheek thoughtfully. "Um… like, fifty? Only ten or so of them are actually stuffed, though. The rest are figurines and stuff. Most of those are all in… boxes." She finished lamely, shuffling her feet. "Can you, can you forget I said that? That's kind of a weird hobby for a regional champion to have, after all."
Shaking my head, I padded over to her desk and examined the small Tyranitar figurine on it. It was only half-painted - the majority of it a dull, scaly green and bits and pieces of the body still its base metallic gray - but I could tell it was a high quality model just from looking. Moon had been taking her time with painting it; it looked almost real.
"I don't think it's a weird hobby," I finally said, turning away from the desk to face her. "I think its cute."
Moon's face darkened even more, and she ducked her head, mumbling under hear breath.
"What?" I asked, leaning forward slightly.
Another mumble.
"You'll have to speak up, Moon. I can't hear you."
Finally, she lifted her head and her eyes sought out mine. "I said, I think you're cute."
My stomach flipped a little upon hearing those words, and I couldn't stop the grin that crept across my face. I suppose I should have come off as more demure, more shy and modest, but quite honestly, this was what I had wanted to hear since I realized I had been attracted to Moon.
Maybe the saying was true? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? I had certainly grown fonder of Moon in the years we'd been apart, simply relying on holo-calls and messages to keep in touch. And I remembered - vividly - every single call, every single letter we sent to each other over the years, and how each time I would feel my heart flutter, and my stomach churn with something I couldn't name; something I couldn't understand.
When I brought up my confusing feelings to my mother, a placid little smile flickered across her face, like the one she always had when reminiscing about father, and told me that you sometimes felt this way about people you cared deeply about. She felt this way about father, and my father had felt this way about her. Because I was feeling this way about Moon, it soon became clear that I had been harboring feelings for my friend, only just realizing it then.
And now, here, alone with the girl - no, young woman - herself, I could finally say the words I had wanted to say to her for years.
"I think you are cute, too." I said softly. Swallowing against a suddenly dry throat, I continued, "I always have, ever since we were kids. I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met.
"Ah-" Moon breathed, but I cut her off gently.
"I'm telling the truth," I said, taking a step forward. The girl blinked her slightly slanted eyes - her Kantonian heritage, now that I could recognize the trait - and her mouth shut with a 'click'.
"When I was away with Mother, all I could think about was you. All I ever thought about was you; your face, your eyes, your…" I paused, my eyes flicking down the lines in her youthful face to her lips. There were pink, plump, with her bottom lip slightly puffier than the upper one. "Your lips…"
My breath caught in my throat when I realized I had said that aloud, and from Moon's quick intake of air, it seemed she had heard as well.
The air suddenly felt heavy, hot, and more humid than even the hottest day of the year, and I felt the smallest bead of sweat trickle down my back between my shoulderblades despite the cool breeze fluttering through the open window. My long hair seemed to stand on end, and my mouth suddenly felt bone dry.
It was as if we were back on the beach again, sitting so close to each other we could feel each other's heartbeat through our skin. I could smell her; a tangy scent of wildflowers and sweat - likely from travleling so much in the native Alolan climate. I could feel the heat from her body, even when she was so far away on the other side of the room. I could hear her breath, steadily at first, but slowly gaining in pitch and frequency the longer the silence stretched on.
Unable to look away from her, my eyes roamed over her, taking in every part of her body. Her shoulders moving with each breath, her chest visibly rising and falling underneath her loose, airy shirt. Her hands were on her bed, her thin blanket grasped tightly between her fingers. Her bare legs tensed, her thighs pressing together in such a way I felt compelled to mimic, if for no other reason that the sudden tension that hung thick in the air made me suddenly and horribly aroused.
"Lillie…" Moon said from her perch on the bed, and the way her lips and tongue seemed to caress my name seemed to shatter the tension building in the air around us. Before either of us seemed to realize it I had crossed the room and leaned down, pressing my lips firmly to hers in a kiss.
Moon's body tensed for the barest moment - likely in surprise - but relaxed just as quickly, melting against my lips and sliding a single arm behind my neck in an effort to pull me closer. I felt her groan into my mouth, a soft rumble vibrating from her throat into mine, and it was all the permission I needed to continue.
Not like I could stop at this point, anyway.
Kissing Moon was everything I had ever dreamed about. It was absolutely perfect; the way her lips moved against mine, their softness, the lingering taste of fruit juice from the welcoming party, and her breath ghosting across my lips every time we pulled away from each other, only return a moment later for more. Her hand at the back of my neck slowly made its way to my head and I felt thin fingers thread themselves in my hair, her other hand moving from its place on the bed to cradle my hip, grasping and tugging in effort to bring me closer to her.
I gasped as I felt Moon's tongue swipe hesitantly across my lips and it was on instinct that I allowed my tongue to peek out, stroking hers lazily with my own. The mere feeling of our tongues meeting and sliding across each other was enough to set my blood on fire, to send tingles up and down my body as I seemed to hum with excitement and anticipation. I moaned softly into Moon's mouth as my hands slid up her back to her head, copying her action in tugging at her soft, dark strands of hair as I met her kisses more forcefully, my moan deepening as I felt her body press into mine.
This was better - much better - than keeping her feelings bottled up inside all those years, always wanting to tell her but never having the courage. Whether it was because of the distance between the two of us, only able to communicate through messages or holo-calls, or simply because I had lacked the courage before this. I groaned again as I felt Moon's breasts rub against mine through the thin material of our her shirt and my dress, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to get rid of those layers keeping up apart.
Oh la i ka'u mau, Tau Koko… Why hadn't we done this years ago?
The need for air forced me to break away from Moon and her lips and I pulled back, my breaths coming hot and heavy. I smiled shakily down at her, and was rewarded with a shy grin in return. I had hoped, dreamed even, about this moment for the longest time, and I was surprised - but pleased - at the sudden and powerful feeling of our connection to each other. And from the blush that darkened her tanned cheeks as she looked up at me, it was obvious that Moon was happy as well.
Hesitant to break the fragile calm that had settled around us, and more than willing to just look at her and bask in the moment, I sighed softly and dipped my head down to rest my forehead against Moon's. I felt my lips curl up into a small grin to match hers as my fingers tangled themselves freely in her shorter hair and draw small patterns along her scalp.
"Moon," I murmured, just because I could. I felt no shame in whispering the name of the person I had feelings for, even for no other reason than to whisper her name like it was a treasure worth whispering. She nuzzled at my face, rubbing her nose against my cheek and I felt her breath, hot and slightly shaky, puff against my ear. Seconds ticked by as I stood there leaning over Moon, simply breathing in her scent and listening to her breathing, but my heart refused to still, its rapid thumping in my chest proof of how much I wanted - no, needed - this.
"Yea?" Moon finally asked, moving her face to brush her lips across my cheek in the simplest, barest of touches.
"Kiss me again?"
She giggled lightly, her shoulders shaking to accompany the fluttery sound, and her eyes sparkled with delight. "You don't even have to ask." She breathed and, first pressing her lips against the corner of my mouth, she took another deep breath and recaptured my mouth in a slower, deeper, and far more expectant kiss.
Our hands soon left their places in each others hair to drift downwards, roaming with a deliberate hesitancy as our kisses grew deeper and more demanding. They slowly moved over subtle curves, lightly tugged and grasped at shirts and shorts and dress until a hitched gasp that tumbled from my mouth encouraged a more direct touch.
I sighed heavily into Moon's mouth as I felt her hand slowly snake up from the bottom of my dress, skim over my hips and press her fingers into the flesh of my abdomen, leaving a burning trail in their wake that had nothing to do with the local climate. It was incredible, every touch and every movement of their hands a new sensation, and I found myself wishing with all my heart that my dress was gone and I could feel more of Moon's hands on my naked skin. I lurched slightly, biting my lip as I felt her fingertips skim over the curve of my ribs and I groaned, my nipples tightening in anticipation as I waited with admirable patience for her hand to finish its journey up.
And after what felt to me like hours, it finally did.
I felt more than heard the long, reedy mewl that spilled from my lips as Moon's fingers brush against the underside of my breasts, and the featherlight touch was more than enough to set every nerve ending on my body on edge and cause a flood of desire to settle wetly between my thighs.
Moon stilled, her face pulling away just enough to blink up at me in confusion, "What? Am I going to fast?"
"No," I whined, reaching down and shamelessly hiking up the bottom of my dress to my hips so I could slip my own hand underneath to capture her wrist and pull her hand up onto my breast. I arched my back as her fingers wrapped about me, her palm rubbing against the skin of my nipple. "Touch me, Moon."
Had I been any less aroused at the moment, I would have maybe felt a little ashamed of my display of wanton need and the desire leaking into my tone. But with Moon underneath me and her hand palming my breast in the way I always dreamed she would, I couldn't find it in me to care about how desperate I sounded.
Her eyes sparkled again, and her lips curled into a grin as she licked her lips. "Lillie," She muttered softly, lifting her head up again to pepper my lips and jaw with kisses. She squeezed her hand around my naked breast - I had decided not to wear a bra that evening, mainly because it was hotter than I had grown used to and I couldn't be bothered - and I whimpered again as her other hand rose to join the other, grasping my other breast and kneading it gently.
"Lillie, you feel so soft." Moon whispered against my ear. I tried to stammer a reply, but only got as far as stuttering a few consonants and vowels before she claimed my lips in another kiss that was instantly hot and hungry. I whimpered as I felt her thumb brush against my nipple, and my body shivered as my hips bucked forward, pressing further into the curve of Moon's body against the bed.
Moon hummed deep in her throat as she pulled back to gaze up at me. She pulled a hand away from my breast - much to my disappointment - to reach up and brush a few strands of my hair from my face. "You're so beautiful, Lille." She whispered, brushing her thumb over my nipple again, eliciting a quiet hiss from my lips as a spark of pleasure coursed through me at the touch.
"R-really?" I managed to choke out despite Moon's attention to my breast being a decidedly efficient distraction.
"Yea," Moon crooned softly, tugging me close to her and tailing a line of kisses down my jaw, sucking lightly at the small hollow just below my ear and closing her teeth gently on my earlobe. A throaty whine unlike any other I heard from me before tumbled out from my lips, and Moon giggled, smothering my neck and collarbone with small, fluttery kisses, nips and licks. I rewarded her efforts with small sounds and meaningless words, hoping she would take my cues to continue unperturbed.
As she kissed and nibbled her way down to my shoulder, I shifted my legs underneath me so that I climbed on the bed and straddled her, my hips rolling forward inconsistently against Moon's waist and thighs - anything I could get at, really - and the girl eventually sighed, pressing one last lingering kiss to my neck before moving on.
She left a meandering, almost lazy, trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down my throat until she reached she top of my dress, where she flicked her tongue out and dipped it underneath the material, prompting another shiver of delight to creep up my spine. She fluttered her tongue back up to my collarbone, smoothing it over my skin and chuckling at the breathy sigh that puffed up from my throat at her touch.
"Can I…?" I heard her whisper in my ear. Her question was joined by a meaningful squeeze of my breast and a purposeful lick against my neck and I shivered again, understanding at once what she wanted from me.
"Yes." I nodded, wanting nothing more than to feel her mouth on my bare skin.
It took some shifting and a few giggled apologies from moving the wrong leg, but eventually Moon and I found our positions switched - myself laying back on her bed and she kneeling above me, her legs straddling my hips and her arms on either side of my head. We both smiled shyly at each other for a few moments, and then I nodded.
Moon then slipped the very top of my dress down over my breasts and dipped her head down to brush a kiss over the pebbled skin of my erect nipple. I whimpered at the touch, and Moon grinned in response, painting a slow, broad lick over my breast and even I was surprised by the erotic groan that followed.
Everything was perfect - absolutely perfect… and I wanted more.
As Moon closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around my breast, tugging at it gently before giving it the lightest of sucks, I moaned, arching my back up into her mouth. She reached around with her hands and took hold of my ribs, pinning me down on the bed in an effort to keep me from fidgeting too much.
I grunted aloud, frustrated at her methods, "Moon…" I whined, my head rolling back onto the bed as I reveled in her wandering hands. "Please - don't tease me."
There was an audible 'pop' as Moon pulled away from my breast, "Are you sure?"
I nodded vigorously, "Yes... I've wanted this for so long. Please, I can't wait anymore."
Moon took another deep breath and smiled shyly down at me, and then pushed herself up to reach for the ends of my dress. It wasn't a very long one - a simple white summer dress reminiscent of the one I wore while tagging along with Moon during her trials - and the mere sight of her fingers disappearing beneath the hem of the white fabric was enough to arouse me even further. I fought to keep from fidgeting as her hands roamed along the skin of my thighs to my hips, the dress gathering along the back of her hands as she glided her hands higher along my body. I felt my pulse quicken and my heartbeat thump in my chest as more of my body was exposed to Moon, and I had to bite my lip to keep the moan that threatened to spill from my lips at the look in her eyes as my dress finally bunched over my hips.
"Oh, Lillie…" Moon breathed, her voice fill with unabashed awe at what she saw. My panties were a pale white, as to match my dress, and I couldn't help but shut my eyes in embarrassment as I felt her stare at me. It wasn't until I felt her thin fingers skim back down from my hips to the inside of my thighs that I chanced a glance back down.
Moon's eyes watched me unblinkingly as she ran a single finger up my center. I was wearing underwear, of course, but as wet as I was I may as well have been wearing nothing at all. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but even such a soft gesture was decadent, enough to prompt a breathless groan from my lips as she slid her finger across the fabric to slowly trace the line of my hipbones, all the way up to where the skin of my belly met the elastic of my panties. I wanted to shut my eyes and arch my back, beg for Moon to get on with it… but really, if I were in her position, I would probably be taking my time, too.
Ah well, my turn would come eventually. Until then, I was more than willing to suffer through whatever Moon had planned for me.
Until then, I would be patient and enjoy what was to come...
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To be concluded…