Forced Landing

She drove him to the deepest limits.

He remembered the day he first saw her.

Bright, shining brown eyes and glossy hair.

A hat so white it made snow jealous. Blue overalls, high-socks, and a red bow the color of blood.

And because he was Silver, he didn't care much.

And because he was Silver, he didn't care that much the first time. But, when she saw him hiding behind the window, formulating his devious scheme to steal a Pokémon, she couldn't help but wonder what he was doing.

It wasn't her fault to get caught up in something like this, she swears. She just got lured in by dark grey eyes and fire red hair. It wasn't his fault, either.

So now, when both of them are hiding in a closet, in a Team Rocket base, with grunts surveying every centimeter of the secret destruction lab, they both are thinking how absolutely screwed they are.

It didn't matter, though, because Silver didn't care for that anymore.

Rather, he cared for what was in front of him.

"Silver," she says, with a tone of confusion.

He ignores her, because he always did. She talked too much, anyway.

"Silver," she says. "Silver, can we get out now?"

He looks at her with a piercing glare, but she just looks back at him with wide brown eyes. Glares never worked on her. She was too happy, too nice, too innocent. Sometimes, Silver wanted to take advantage of that innocence. Defile it somehow, rip it somehow, and maybe, just maybe, take it. But those were thoughts in a land of nothingness.

That, he knew.

That, he knew well.

"Silver, it's cramped in here," she says, and, when he looks down, he notices that it indeed is cramped in here.

Cramped and hot.

He told her afterwards that he couldn't help himself.

"Wait, Silver, why are you hard?"

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Author's Note: Ahaha, this was a little request my cousin told me to write. I had fun, though, I'm going to say that it's not my usual style (:
I hope you enjoyed it...