A/N: So here it is-the sequel to The Leaves of Change! I decided to post this a few hours early in the spirit of Christmas. Making my gifts, however, took up so much of my time, so I didn't get to write as much as I would have liked to get ahead of the game. I'll probably write a bunch over the next couple of weeks since I have more time due to Christmas break.

Also, this story is going to air on the more mature side of things, this first chapter being a prime example of that. Thus, this is strictly for mature audiences only. It's going to be a bit more intense than TLOC.

Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this opening to the story. Happy holidays, everyone!

Sarah

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or its characters.

Chapter One: The Night Before

Two years had passed since Ash had started training again. There had been many battles and hard-fought badges won. He had travelled months at a time to different regions. After winning four league tournaments, Ash had been invited to take on the Elite Four. This was a prestigious accomplishment in itself—only the top trainers in the world reached that status.

Ash had earned it, though. He had worked so hard over those years, often spending a lot of time away from his friends and family. He was grateful to them for all of their love and support. He could not have done it without them, especially Misty. She had been a great source of inspiration to him. He didn't want to let her down. Pokémon may have been one of the most important parts of his life, but Misty was steadily eclipsing it.

He, his family, and his closest friends had been staying at the Indigo Plateau for the past week while he was competing against the Elite Four. It had been over a year since there was a challenger, so it was exciting for the public. Each match was being held in a stadium as well as being televised. One by one, he had defeated them all. It left the Champion, Lance. Ash's match with the dragon master was to be the next day, and needless to say, he was nervous. Everything was riding on this match. If he failed, it would all be for naught.

"Ash?" a gentle voice called from the doorway, causing Ash to snap out of his thoughts.

He turned to see the red-headed beauty standing in the doorway. His girlfriend of two years gave him a look of concern before entering the room. She was wearing jeans and a tank top, covered by a sweater. He had been out with her earlier for dinner. When she had gone to call her sisters to check on the gym, he had come here.

She walked into the room, kicked off her shoes, and plopped herself down on his bed. They had been staying in separate rooms to give Ash space when he needed to prepare for his matches. Normally, she would have left him be, but her insides were gnawing at her, forcing her to check on him.

"Where's Pikachu?" Ash asked casually as he stared out of the window.

The night was still. It was early spring, the trees starting to bud, blossoms not yet bloomed. She stared at his long, angular figure, her mind wandering to the days of their youth—back when he was a boy shorter than her. As much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, Ash destroying her bike was the best thing that had ever happened to her—knowing her past self, she wouldn't have tagged along with him in the first place.

"He's sleeping in my room."

A minute smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he gazed out at the moonless night. The stars danced around, showing their delight as well. He recalled a time where they had a room like this to themselves, and Pikachu was elsewhere. He thought fondly on that night—the night that the dam broke. Their first time together was amazing, and it only got better as time moved on.

"Are you nervous about the match tomorrow?"

"Of course," he replied with a sheepish grin. "It is the biggest day of my life, after all."

"Bigger than the night I was finally yours?"

"You know that's not what I meant," Ash replied immediately. "I was talking about—"

"Your career," she said. "I know. I was teasing you. You're too sensitive, Mr. Pokémon Master."

"Well, here's hoping that that nickname is no longer ironic tomorrow," he said cheerfully as he plopped down on the bed, next to her.

She untangled the hair elastic, freeing her fiery mane. She paused when she noticed that he had been staring at her. She launched her surprise attack by crashing her lips against his. His eyes widened at her boldness, but he reciprocated. The pair of lovers kissed passionately as the night grew darker. Their lips and tongue danced a tango, constantly struggling for control. After a while, Ash pushed her back, forcing her to lie on the bed.

An animalistic growl erupted from his chest as he began to remove her sweater. He casted it aside, and as it fell in a pile with his own shirt, also discarded moments ago, he continued with snogging her. He pressed his body against hers, loving the heat of her body against his. He nipped at her bottom lip as he brought her closer to him on the bed. She ran his hands against his bare chest and moaned loudly. After not seeing him much for the past week, she needed to be close to him. She was hungry for his body to be with hers.

He broke away from her lips, moving downwards. He began to suck on the nape of her neck, eliciting more soft moans to escape her hot lips. He continued his movements, pausing to remove her shirt as well. He wasted no time to reach behind her and unhook her bra, releasing her round breasts from their bondage. She pushed herself against him more. As he continued to suck on her neck, she could feel his erection growing against her thigh.

He started to continue on to her right breast, cupping it in his hand, messaging her nipple with his thumb. She gave another moan, encouraging him to continue. As he tugged on her nipple with his thumb and index finger, he pressed his lips against the nipple of her left breast. She cried out in ecstasy as he started to suck on her tit. He stared into her eyes, loving every moment of this. It was his favorite activity, if he had to be honest. Sex with Misty was nothing but pure joy.

He paused his motions, causing her to whimper. He gave her a devilish grin before shifting down toward her lower half. He unbuttoned her jeans swiftly without saying a word. He proceeded to remove them, along with her pink lace underwear in one swift motion, revealing her gorgeous, pink womanhood. He stopped, drinking in all that was before him. She was beautiful, even more so in the darkness of the room. He would always feel like the luckiest guy in the world, having this beauty all to himself. He went to go down on her, but was stopped by a pair of delicate hands against his chest.

"Wait," Misty said, sitting back up.

She peered down at the tent in his pants, licking her lips. She wanted this—needed this. She was determined to make him feel complete bliss. She knew that this was the thing to set him free of his nerves for the match. She owed this to him. He had done so much for her—loved her in a way that no one had ever. She wanted him to know that she felt the same.

With a coy smile, she unbuttoned his pants. His heart started racing, anticipating her every move. She pulled them down, leaving in him in nothing but his boxers. She brushed her hand against his erection through the thin material, making him shutter in delight. She chuckled to herself as she started to tease him. When he started to whine, she yanked his boxers down, much like he had done to her own bottoms.

His erection stood tall and proud in front of her. She grabbed his rock hard dick in her hand, rubbing the tip gently as she watched the pleasure on his face. She wet her lips before opening them up to put it in her mouth.

"Mist…" he groaned as she started to suck on his dick, making him feel utter bliss.

Her mouth was so warm and inviting. She took as much as she could in her mouth, sucking on it hard. He yelled in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around in circles, bringing wave after wave of pleasure. She began at a slow pace, but eventually kept going faster until he couldn't take it anymore. He took hold of her hair, grabbing it, and pushed her down on it further. She understood the message and took it deep into her throat, swallowing on it. Ash pulled out, knowing that he wouldn't last long.

He began to message her breast once more with one hand as he took his member in the other. He started to rub it up and down, knowing that his release was close. He wanted desperately to finish all over her body. She began to moan loudly, sending him over the edge. Sticky and hot cum shot out of his penis, landing all over her bare breasts. He gave out a deep sigh, experiencing completely bliss.

Ash gave Misty a devilish grin before shoving her back down on the bed. He grabbed her legs in his arms and shifted her toward him. He set up camp down between her legs, admiring her soaking pussy. He smiled, knowing that he was the cause of her arousal. He took a finger and brushed it against her clit, causing her hips to buck against him. She gave a cry of pleasure, causing him to continue, increasing the speed of his movements. He rubbed her sensitive nub, her breaths getting quicker with each movement. As her pussy grew wetter, he slipped a finger in. She gave a gasp of surprise, followed by loud moaning as he added two more. She felt the incredible pleasure as he started to pump his fingers inside of her, brushing her sensitive spots.

"Don't stop," she muttered as he pulled them out.

He said nothing, continuing to bring his fingers up to his mouth. He tasted her sweet juices with a loving groan. He went back down to finish his job, this time by pressing his wet tongue against her warm folds. She screamed at the pleasure of his mouth on her womanhood, bringing her on the brink of her orgasm. She started to play with her breasts, rubbing her tits, closing her eyes in pleasure.

"Ash!" she called as the pleasure flowed through her body, causing her to shake.

Ash grinned at her when she was finished, the juices from her release on his lips. He moved up and kissed her so she could taste it as well. They started to make-out like they had done to initiate the sex. His tongue danced in her mouth as she brushed her hand against his penis again. It was growing harder by the second, signaling that he was ready for more.

Once it was fully erect again, he wasted no time. He grabbed her ankles, resting them on his shoulders. He pushed her close to him, positing his penis in front of her vagina. He pushed it inside the opening of her folds, not quite entering her. She whimpered in anticipation, and he chuckled at her impatience.

"Please…" she whined.

"Please what?" asked Ash

"Make love to me," she moaned.

He wasted no more time with his movements. He moved his pelvis forward, pushing himself deep inside her, causing her to cry out. He pulled out again slowly before reentering. He did this several times, enjoying the sensations that ran through him. He started to pick up the pace of his movements, gaining a steady rhythm. Misty's moans only encouraged him more. He yanked her body closer to him, slipping his tongue in her mouth as he kissed her, now inside her in more than one way.

"Ash!" she cried when the kiss was broken.

"God, I love you," he groaned as he thrusted into her harder, unable to contain his desire any longer.

He started to go fast, the bed squeaking in protest. He knew that he couldn't last much longer, the need for another release desperate inside of him. He tried holding off as long as he could, wanting to bring her to ecstasy as well. He lifted her legs even high, going deeper inside of her. She was too close to the edge, wanting the sweet bliss.

"Oh Ash!" she screamed as her orgasm finally took her over, the sensations flowing through her body, leaving her with feelings of complete bliss. Her body shook as her muscles tightened around him, intensifying the warm pleasure she brought to his cock.

"Mist…" he groaned as he could no longer hold it, releasing his seed deep inside of her.

"Oh Ash!" she gasped as she reached her climax as well, the second time more intense than the first.

The young lovers collapsed together on the bed, panting heavily. The night was silent, except for the sounds of heavy breathing, which eventually quieted. Regaining some of his strength, Ash rolled off of Misty and on to his back. After another moment of reflection, he turned, lying on his side, facing her. She mirrored his movements, shifting into his direction as well.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she said back, a smile creeping on her face. "Feel better now?"

"A little bit," he admitted, letting out a sigh. "I'm still a bit anxious for tomorrow."

"Well that's understandable," she replied. "But I know that you can do it!"

"Thanks, Mist."

"Well, it's getting late," she said, moving off the bed. "I better go so you can sleep.

Ash grabbed her wrist, pulling her back onto the mattress with him. "Please stay. I sleep so much better with you around."

Wrinkles formed around her eyes. "How could I resist that face?"

He returned the grin as he hugged her close to him, taking in her sweet scent. He drew her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her body against his. He placed a tender kiss on her cheek, the realization of how much he had missed her lately. With the love of his life safe in his arms, Ash drifted to sleep, feeling invincible, certain that at that time tomorrow, he would be the new Champion.