Lemonade

Summary: When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. We'll be making a lot of lemonade in this collection of one-shots. Advanceshipping.

Author's Note: Hey, the following chapters will not be related. Some are going to be based off of the canon, each will be AU. Each chapter will have different ratings, but majority will be M rated goodness! This is a collection of one-shots featuring Ash and May.

Chapter 1: Honeymoon Jitters

Giggles were heard as the hotel door slammed shut. Ash looked over to the bed where May sat, a deep blush adorning her cheeks. He grinned at her, not fully grasping the fact that they are married now. This marked the first night of their honeymoon on Dewford Island, where the tropical atmosphere seemed refreshing and energizing to both.

Ash gulped. Deep in his mind, he knew what was to come pretty soon.

"Why don't we have a toast?" May suggested, getting up from her spot on the bed and heading over to the fridge. Her eyes brightened. "Oh look, champagne! Perfect!" She took it out and passed it to Ash while she looked for glasses. He watched her as she reached for glasses in the cabinet, taking a deep breath.

She looked absolutely stunning in her wedding gown.

"Ah, here we go!" she exclaimed, bringing out two glasses for them. She looked over to Ash and could sense his nervousness. It was hard to notice either way, with the way he was sweating, breathing as loud as a Loudred. She giggled, seeing Ash nervous about what was to come making her feel more at ease. He was never the best when it came to these things. Now she knew they were both in the same boat. "Will you do the honor?" she asked, handing him the bottle. Ash nodded, grasping it with both hands and trying to keep it still while he poured.

"Fuck," he cursed, his eyes widening at the sight of May's once white gown, splattered with pink champagne. "I'm so sorry, May!" May just giggled, taking a sip of what managed to get into the glass. She inwardly smirked.

"It's okay, Ash. I had to get out of this dress sometime, you know," she said in the most sultry voice she could manage as she slowly unzipped the back the best she could. May let the dress drop down to her shoulders, agonizingly slowly and stopping to the where she was showing just enough cleavage for Ash to notice.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, and she felt her face heat up, the rim of her ears painted a dark shade of red.

She covered herself with her arms, looking away at his gaze as she continued to bring down her wedding dress, until it finally dropped below her knees and to the floor. She covered her bosom with her arms once more, slowly making her way to Ash, while Ash took a few steps back, until the back of his knees met the end of the bed. He dropped, knowing there was nowhere for him to go but to sit and wait as she made her way to him, smiling a tender, yet tense smile.

"You want to do this now?" he asked, but then realized his words didn't come out the way he intended. "I mean, are you sure you're ready now?" May cheekily grinned.

"Never been more sure. You're the man I want to spend the rest of my life with," she declared, and this made Ash feel more at ease.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too." His hands made their way to her hips, and brought her closer while May sat on his lap, leaning in for a kiss. Ash fell on his back to the bed, looking up at the woman he fell in love with.

May swiftly began unbuttoning his tux to the point he didn't realize his white collar shirt was open where his chest was now visible. She placed soft kisses all around his neck, and Ash moaned, calling her name.

Leaning back, May slid her hands beneath his shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders before tugging the sleeves down his arms. She hurriedly tossed it aside as if it stood in the way of a treasure box filled with endless gold, gold like the color of his sun-kissed skin. The oxygen in her lungs promptly left her with a shaky whoosh at the site of his bare, well-defined upper body, his firm, lean muscles visible under his tanned skin. All she could think of was what he would feel like beneath her fingertips. She imagined what it would be like to run her hands up his arms, across his chest, and then down his abdomen, or drag the tip of her tongue along the smooth column of his neck, or hold him tightly when he was leaning over her and squeeze the taut muscles of his back approvingly.

She shuddered.

May was about to put her thoughts into action when she noticed a sudden shift in Ash's demeanor. A spark of determination entered his gaze, replacing any trace of anxiety that had been there previously, and before she could question him he was suddenly reversing their positions, rolling her onto her back whilst positioning himself above her. Ash pushed himself back up just far enough so that he could look at her. His eyes ran up and down the length of her nearly naked body both appreciatively, taking in every last detail. May had always maintained a slim and athletic figure for as long as Ash had known her, but she had developed into a shapely woman as the years went by. She was, without question, the most beautiful woman he knew.

May blushed under his intense scrutiny, her mouth going dry, the beat of her heart picking up speed, and when their gazes finally locked she almost forgot how to breathe. But she didn't dare tell him to stop. His warm eyes, rich like bark after a heavy rain, were smoldering with desire for her, causing a long, slow chill to coil up the base of her spine and send even more shivers shooting out across the rest of her body. She was the only person in the entire world that was capable of drawing out such unguarded emotion in those eyes, and that fact alone was enough to make her longing for him increase tenfold.

Slowly, Ash reached out and began to trace the pattern of her collarbones, the tips of his fingers ghosting over her skin in feather-light strokes. Eyes fluttering shut, May arched her back and leaned into his touch, encouraging him to continue his exploration of her, wanting nothing else but for him to touch her all over her body. He proceeded without further hesitation, his left hand moving down her chest, between her breasts, lower and lower until he finally reached his anticipated destination.

"Ash," May whispered, forcing his attention back up to her face.

He gave her a faint smile, sliding his right hand down her side to firmly grasp her waist, and then bent forward. May opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, but her own breathy gasp cut her off when she felt his lips on her skin.

He first pressed a loving kiss to her stomach, tightening his hold on her waist. This was soon followed by a second, a third, and a fourth kiss, and then countless more. Each brush of his lips was just as doting and sweet as the one before it, corresponding in time with the gentle caresses made by his hands. His overall pace was soft yet deliberate in nature; Ash wanted to make sure May knew exactly what he was feeling as he utterly worshiped her body, every inch of her abdomen given equal amounts of attention.

He could still hardly believe what he was doing, but this was his wife. This radiant, amazing woman had agreed to spend the rest of her life with him, and tonight, here, right now, would forever be one of the most special times of their life. Nerves be damned, he would do all he could to make every last second as memorable for her as he could.

Once Ash felt he'd adequately paid her stomach enough attention, he began to trail his lips back to her chest. May eagerly took fistfuls of his hair, the thick locks sliding between her fingers with some resistance, as Ash's lips continued up their path. Confidence surged through her when she felt his body go rigid above her and a muffled grunt of satisfaction reverberated in the back of his throat, bringing a light smirk to her face. Her heart was soaring from all of his affectionate attention, but in actuality his kisses did more to her than he might have realized. Lying there while Ash took his sweet time essentially ravishing her body with his lips could be described as nothing short of sheer torture, no matter how tender he had meant to be. It took all of May's willpower just to keep from shoving him onto his back, crawling onto his lap, and having her way with him, forcing him to endure the same levels of pleasurable torture she'd had to.

On the other hand, another part of her had screamed for her take full advantage of the opportunity he'd presented to her by guiding his kisses even lower. He was already leaning between her thighs as it was, and his lips had ventured dangerously close to the hem of her panties several times… May's skin tingled with anticipation and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. If the tip of his tongue kept darting out across her skin like it was this very moment, she was certain she would lose all sense of reality. If she thought she wanted Ash badly before, she was now desperately craving him more than ever, hungry for physical contact that exceeded simple kisses.

Her wish was semi-granted when his teeth scraped over her ribs and then bit down. She hummed softly behind tightly sealed lips, her blunt fingernails biting into Ash's scalp encouragingly as waves of pleasure raced to the space directly between her legs―the space that yearned for his lips and his touch the most. Ash inhaled sharply in response, a single tremor shooting down his spine, but he remained steadfast in his mission to please his wife, his focus unwavering and his resolve set in stone. His own satisfaction could stand to wait for the time being.

May, on the other hand, did not possess the same immovable staying power as her husband, and when the weight of his body finally began to settle over her again she impatiently dragged him even closer, directing his lips to her breasts.

Pleased by her obvious enthusiasm to proceed, Ash followed her lead, but before his lips descended upon her skin once more, he stopped. He pulled back just enough and once again took the time to observe, to remind himself of where he was and who he was with. His eyes raked over her chest, pausing at her breasts, which unavoidably made the front of his pants tighten uncomfortably. He diligently ignored his steadily growing arousal, though, wanting to keep his focus solely on the amazing woman beneath him.

For another brief moment, May felt shy from his gaze, her cheeks immediately turning a brilliant shade of red from the fervor in her husband's eyes. However, her discomfort melted away when Ash flashed her a brilliant grin and leaned over to kiss her lightly on the lips, before embarking on another journey back down her body.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her neck, kissing it tenderly. His lips moved smoothly over her jaw before he planted yet another kiss just below her ear. His tongue flickered out against her earlobe as he drew it into his mouth with the gentlest tug of his teeth.

If it were even possible, the blush on May's face deepened in color as she moaned. She was so lost in him that she almost felt dizzy; all she could even begin to process was his strong hands roaming across her body while his breath warmed the entire left side of her face, as well as the sincerity behind his words. She wanted him, wanted him so very badly she could feel her ache for him pulsing deep in her blood.

She pulled him back to her for another long, soft kiss.

The feeling of Ash's hands on her breasts brought her back to reality and she pulled away from his mouth with a quiet cry. His left hand lightly massaged one breast while the thumb of his right hand traced slow circles around the nipple of her other one. May watched in amazement as a look of utmost concentration overtook Ash's face, and when they made direct eye contact a few moments later another fierce rush of desire throbbed between her legs. She weakly breathed out his name and then moaned again as his thumb brushed languorously over her nipple and his eyes bore into hers.

May hurriedly brought his face back down to her chest, nodding her approval when he sent a questioning gaze her way.

Slowly, Ash lowered his mouth and lightly kissed the underside of her right breast. May's whole body tensed with anticipation, unable to stand his teasing any longer. His lips continued upwards before they finally closed over the tip, and the response he was met with was just enough to send his head spinning. May arched sharply against his mouth with a gasp, his name toppling from her lips a second time in an urgent whisper and her fingers tightening almost painfully in his hair.

Curious as to just how far he could take this, Ash swirled his tongue over the hypersensitive peak of her breast, then flicked it back and forth across her nipple. May gasped again, and Ash himself nearly lost focus once again when her hips suddenly shot forward and ground tightly against his. He inhaled deeply, but his breath turned into a strangled grunt halfway between his mouth and the back of his throat when she undulated against him yet again. He shifted his attention to her other breast and repeated exactly what he had done before, mostly in an attempt to please her further, but also so he could distract himself and regain the remaining bits of his self-control. He was so hard it hurt.

"Ash," May whimpered for a third time, her voice cracking. Her hips rose to meet his again, and she moaned at the powerful, gratifying sensation her movements granted her. "Ash, please…"

Ash watched her face, astounded that he'd been able to draw out such powerful reactions from her, but the friction she was generating between their bodies was far too strong for him to be able to dwell on the thought for more than a few seconds. If May wanted friction, she would have it. Hell, they both knew he would give her anything she ever asked for. He couldn't deny her anything, and he certainly wouldn't deny her this. He pushed his hips firmly against hers and then hissed between his teeth in satisfaction, eyes screwing shut. 'Good' couldn't even begin to describe how it felt, how undeniably fulfilling it was. Wanting even more reprieve, he did it again, earning another sweet moan in response from May.

"Off," she then ordered abruptly. "Take them off."

Ash opened his eyes and followed her line of sight down the length of their bodies. Without faltering, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and promptly dragged them down her legs, tossing them aside once he slipped them off from around her ankles. His eyes wandered appreciatively over the smooth skin of her strong thighs, moving upward and finally witnessing the woman he loved in all her bare beauty. May sat up before he could take her in completely, her hands hurriedly reaching for him and making quick work of his pants.

When he was just as naked as she, May seized her chance to finally admire Ash the same way he had been admiring her all night: through physical contact. Her hands slid slowly up the length of his arms, wanting to fully appreciate their physique. When she reached his biceps, she stopped and gently squeezed the firm muscles, just like she had been daydreaming about doing since he'd laid her down in the bed. He'd told her she was beautiful, she recalled as her eyes wandered up and down his torso again, utterly captivated by him, but had he ever taken the time to look at himself in the mirror? Not that she would ever peg him as vain or even remotely concerned about his appearance in the first place, but with his lean build and well-defined muscles, further accentuated by the smoothness of his skin, Ash was a living, breathing work of art. Not even the most talented of artists could ever hope to create a masterpiece such as him, and this moment they were sharing was like a private exhibit meant only for her eyes.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said.

May raised an eyebrow at him, an amused expression coming to her face. "Is that so?"

Gently, Ash urged her back down against the mattress once more. He then slid further down and came to rest between her legs, one hand sliding up her calf and over to her knee. He slowly pushed her leg aside, settling comfortably, fingertips ghosting over her skin.

May held her breath and watched him intently when she realized what he was about to do. Briefly, his gaze met hers, silently asking her permission once again. She grinned and nodded her consent, finally releasing a shaky breath when Ash bent his head and kissed her between her thighs. May whimpered, a mumbled curse falling from her lips. Ash continued to kiss her the way he would normally, soft and slow, allowing her to adjust to the intimate sensation of his lips at her center. He felt her wriggle beneath him, felt her legs tense and relax, heard the sheets ruffling as she arched her back and threw her head back in pleasure.

Encouraged, Ash tightened his grip around her leg and fought down a moan of his own. He wanted to hear May make those sweet noises for the rest of his life, wanted to be the one to draw them out of her over and over and over again. He chanced a brief glance up at her. Seeing her in such a state drove him mad, but mad as he was he would see this through. He needed to drive her over the edge, needed to show her, needed to make her feel everything.

At long last, he tasted her.

"Oh!" she squeaked.

May's whimpers transformed into long, drawn-out moans of pure pleasure as Ash's tongue slowly and deliberately curled around her clit. Unable to stop herself, she lifted her hips to match his steady rhythm, writhing beneath him as his tongue thoroughly massaged her most sensitive of nerve endings.

"Oh," she said again. "F-fuck, Ash. God, that feels so… ah!"

Ash felt even more drunk on her now than before. The noises she made, the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. He could barely stand it, was going to lose it if he didn't lose himself in her soon, but she was close, he could feel it. He moved his tongue against her faster and moved his hand closer to her, carefully sliding one finger inside of her.

May gasped again, only this time she sounded more urgent.

"God, Ash, don't stop," she pleaded softly. "Wait, no, don't—don't go too fast, go back up to, up-up-up—oh!"

May nearly sobbed with relief. Ash looked at her yet again to gauge her reaction, ensuring that he had properly responded to her cues. He resumed his previous pace, accommodating her as she took control and slowly worked herself to completion. Knowing what she needed in order to let go, he drew back somewhat and let only the tip of his tongue do the work, wedging it between her folds at the bundle of nerves that needed his attention most. Then, he slowly curled his finger against her inner walls.

May's reaction was instantaneous. It was just enough pressure to make her toes curl and her hands fist in his hair. Suddenly, her back snapped taut, and then all at once she was moaning, writhing, crying out, rocketing her hips forward. Ash's hands slid under her backside to support her, encourage her, and she took full advantage. He watched her, stunned by the intensity of her climax, the look of sheer euphoria on her face as she rode out her pleasure.

All too soon, it was over. May gradually slowed her movements and then promptly collapsed against the mattress, her body twitching from the intensity of her orgasm. She hummed contentedly, taking long, deep breaths as the real world came back into focus. Looking down, she caught Ash's gaze and regarded him with a positively devious smile, lips curled in satisfaction.

Ash rose from his spot between her legs, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and licking his lips—tasting her again, she realized. May moaned again at the display and reached out for her husband. He obliged her with a devious smile of his own and stretched out over her, careful not to crush her under his weight.

"Feel good?" he asked.

Wordlessly, she nodded. Truth be told, May knew of no words that could ever accurately describe how wonderful she felt in that moment.

Ash stroked her hair away from her forehead and kissed it tenderly. Several minutes passed in which they remained completely silent, simply enjoying one another's presence in the tenderness of the moment.

"I need you," May finally said. She lifted her face to catch Ash's lips in a hard, fast kiss. "God, I need you."

Ash nearly snorted. "Already?"

"Right now," she confirmed. "Please."

Before he could answer her, she kissed him again fiercely, her tongue sneaking into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his. His hardened length slid up between her wet folds and Ash groaned softly into her mouth, fisting the sheets between his fingers.

"Are you sure you don't need a minute?" he asked, somewhat breathless.

May shook her head. "I need you."

Her heart thrummed loudly against her ribcage as she stared down between their bodies where they would soon be joined. Looking back up into his eyes, May watched the total passion in his expression intensify as he leaned back and repositioned himself between her legs, properly aligning himself with her entrance. She bit her lip at the feel of him against her, hard and pulsing for her, and eagerly shifted closer to him as his hands gently cradled her hips and then moved down her thighs in order to pull them apart. May complied wholeheartedly.

She framed his face with gentle hands and drew him in for yet another kiss. Ash returned the contact deeply, fingers tightening around her thighs as his mouth ground against hers. Her tongue swept boldly through his mouth, and at that moment he knew no doubts.

The array of sensations he felt as he slowly slid inside of her were indescribable at best. She was warm and slick with her arousal for him, and the sound of her moaning in delight, her whispered gratification as she gasped the word, "Yes!" in his ear, was so deeply satisfying. Ash inhaled sharply when he was at last buried to the hilt, lowering himself down onto his forearms so that their bodies were almost perfectly parallel, and then carefully rested his forehead against hers.

May reveled in the feeling of his burning skin upon hers, grateful for the pleasing distraction as she adjusted to the odd sensation of being completely filled; much to her relief, she felt no pain or overt discomfort. If anything, she was still somewhat numb from her first release. Ash's entire body was like a furnace, though, generating more than enough body heat to keep them both plenty warm. She glanced up and smiled softly at the sight of him, his eyes shut tightly in concentration, before wrapping her arms around his back and holding him close. Her heart was beating so fast she swore she could feel it thumping wildly against Ash's chest, anticipation coursing through her veins. She was more than ready to continue.

Experimentally, she rocked her hips against his, and Ash's eyes flew open.

"Oh," May gasped, her back arching, thighs tightening around his hips. Impatient, she moved again. "Oh! Ash—"

Ash promptly forgot how to breathe. Watching May's face carefully, he withdrew from her slowly, almost unsurely, before sliding back in. His eyes widened again and a hoarse groan escaped him.

"Mm, Ash," May moaned again, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulled out and thrust forward a third time, and May lifted her hips to meet him halfway. She mimicked his pace, grinding smoothly up against him, hips undulating not unlike the ocean waves just outside their honeymoon suite.

The pair soon fell into a steady rhythm and it was perfect, simply perfect, the way they worked in tandem as they climbed higher and higher towards release together. It was funny, though, Ash noted, how all the urgency they had both felt previously just melted away once they were finally joined. Now, all that mattered was that they took their time to enjoy each other, to make each other feel good. All that mattered was the slow slip and slide of him inside of her, the light sheen of their combined sweat, their soft moans and shared gasps of pleasure when they moved against one another with just the right amount of pressure.

But then he noticed the subtle cues May gave him when she was ready to let go, ready to come. A slight frown creased her brow, making her eyes shut, and the noises she made went up slightly in pitch, her moans longer and headier. Her thighs quivered around his hips and nails lightly dug into the muscles in his back. Ash smiled and set out to give her what she needed.

"You feel so good," he whispered in her ear. He ever-so-slightly picked up his pace, moving so his forehead was resting against hers again as he entered her over and over with short, quick thrusts deep inside of her.

May's eyes snapped open and looked him directly in the eyes.

"So warm," he continued with a shake of his head, eyes closing as a groan escaped him. He moved faster, harder. "God, you're so soft, so tight…"

May couldn't formulate words in response, simply keened as her pleasure increased. She was actually surprised that he was saying anything at all. She was the one who was usually the most vocal in bed, but the closer she got, the more she wanted to hear him, wanted him to bring her closer with his voice. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard.

Maddeningly, Ash slowed back down again, and May was ready to protest when he suddenly began rubbing against her, letting her feel him deep within her. He then withdrew so she could only feel the tip of him entering her, just slightly breaching her entrance with each movement forward. She sighed his name and he groaned, his lips parting, his breathing heavy. Ash then leaned down and kissed her, hard and fast at first, but then pulled away just enough, matching the pace of his hips. His lips ghosted over hers, tongue darting out and coaxing hers to do the same. May cried out impatiently and shot him an accusatory glare.

"Tease," she said.

Ash stifled a chuckle and May gasped when he suddenly entered her completely again and started to work back up to his previous pace. His lips also once again found hers, before moving from her mouth over to her chin, and then down her neck.

"Ash," she moaned breathlessly, and his hips faltered slightly when he heard the raw need in her voice, before picking up speed.

His name became a needy mantra for her the closer she neared the edge, and May whispered and gasped and moaned it for him over and over again. Her voice wavered as the sensations became stronger, which only drove him crazier. Ash was barely able to utter her name in response, but the closer he got the more vocal he became. He'd never felt so needed, so wanted, so loved by someone the way that May needed and wanted and loved him with every fiber of her being. His words turned to helpless groans and it wasn't long before May was a goner.

"Don't stop," she breathed. "Oh, don't stop, don't stop, don't—nnngh, God!"

Her fingernails dug into his back as she took control of their rhythm from underneath, moving her hips exactly the way she needed to finish. She could feel her second orgasm approaching rapidly and it was right there, right there, so close. Shifting his position slightly, Ash brought his hand between their bodies and let his fingers brush against her clit in slow, firm strokes in order to help her along.

May opened her mouth as if to say something, but stopped short as her release completely overtook her and she started to come. This time, she moved to hold his face and made him watch hers closely. She arched her back and looked straight into his eyes so he could see her face contort in pleasure, watch her as she cried out and whimpered as she came harder than she had before.

Ash was nearly frantic as he quickened his pace and chased his own release, moving harder and faster within her until he got closer and closer and finally, yes—there. He finally found it in the bluest depths of her eyes and the strength and security of her body embracing him; the sweet sound of her voice in his ear and the feel of their breaths mingling in the almost nonexistent gap of space between them; the warmth of her wrapped around him and gripping him tightly and the promise of the eternity they would share, from now until the end of their days. He needed only a few more thrusts before he reached completion and went perfectly still, his and May's bodies pressed tightly together.

Ash sighed a breath of relief as his chest finally stopped heaving, his heart finally slowing down. He closed his eyes, wrapping around the girl he married.

After the fact, he couldn't understand why he was so nervous in the first place. He knew he could be completely vulnerable with May, and she would accept him no matter what. May nuzzled into Ash's chest, feeling safe in his arms.

At that moment, they both thought how nice it would be to stay that way for as long as possible.

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoyed this one and if you did, don't worry, there will be more lemons handed to you!