Hello to all who made it here! This is my first attempt at writing a Fan-Fic. Any and all reviews are welcome and especially constructive criticism including things that you also enjoyed. While I enjoy this hobby, I might as well get better at it too. I hope you enjoy! (I do not own Pokemon)

Chapter 1: Storm

Lilith is the name I gave my first Ralts I ever caught. I knew she was going to be one of my favorite Pokemon, but I didn't know how far my love for Lilith would grow. That is, until she evolved into a stunning Gardevoir. Then I began to spiral into her beauty. Unable to stop myself, the love I felt came with a feeling of lust for her, and I knew that she felt the same; at least I had imagined she did. Together we would break many rules, but we simply chose not to care. We were in love; at least I think its love that we feel. Lately I've been wondering how close I really am to my sanity. I often find myself wanting and wishing for Lilith to come into my existence, eager to share my life with her, but I know better. She is only data in one of my games, unfathomably out of reach despite my strong desires for her. Finally one day that all changed.

During a stormy afternoon I was riding my bike home rapidly trying to get out of the downpour and thunder claps that raged on above me. I quickened my pace feeling the raindrops getting heavier on my head. Then, BANG! A big flash of lightning struck the ground right in front of my tire, making me lose control. I tumbled off my bike and rolled several times off the road and into a ditch where the storm water had been collecting. I was drenched. After a few seconds I shook out of my shell shock, that's when my situation dawned on me. I was holding something near me, no it was someone. A figure cloaked in ragged tatters. Out of fear and astonishment I dropped the motionless body in the water just below my shins. After confirming that the person was unconscious curiosity took the better of me, and I leaned over the person to lift the cloak over the head. I couldn't begin to believe what I saw. Emerald green hair had drooped down and was stuck to her robes; only to be contrasted from her snowflake white skin. She had these semi-sharp protrusions from either side of her head that resembled angel wings. I now realized what was lying before me; a Gardevoir!

Stunned by her beauty and my astonishment I fell to my knees as they made a splash into the dirty water. Fighting my jaw from dropping right off my face I tried to stay collected and think of the best thing to do.

"First, I need to get her and myself out of this relentless downpour before anything else," I thought to myself.

I picked up her cold soaked body out of the storm water and carried her on my back as I struggled to get us both safely out of the steep ditch. I looked around desperately trying to locate my bike... I found it. It was now a nature made modern art piece. That is to say it looked 'abstract.' Seeing that the bike was not an option I started to run towards my house trying to be careful not to slip and fall, but I had to hurry I could feel her getting colder at an alarming rate. Finally after much turmoil from fighting the storm to retreat to my house we had made it.

I threw my shoes off and carried the Gardevoir to my bathroom. I knew she had to get out of her drenched clothes otherwise she could get hypothermia, if Gardevoirs could get hypothermia that is. Not wanting to take that risk I set her into my tub as I timidly began to undress her. With my eyes closed I reached out to pull the cloak off of her and set it into a laundry hamper next to me. Still blinding myself I stuck out my hands to take off her dress that I figured she must be wearing, because she always did in the game. I touched around to try and figure out where the dress was supposed to be undone. That's when it happened. My palm had accidentally made contact with her supple breast; our skin only to be separated by her thin gown. Not only had I touched her, but I realized that her nipples were hard. Coming out of a cold storm it made sense, but nevertheless I became lightheaded and kind of hot at the realization of what I was touching. Overwhelmed, I decided to look at the marvel I had accidentally begun to fondle. I should have sooner looked into the pits of hell...

My sight was engulfed by deep blue eyes glowing angrily in my face as I lifted into the air in agonizing pain.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

I heard what sounded like a womanly shrill in my head. But before I had a chance to respond I found myself being engulfed by a blue aura and lifted up higher and then thrown out of the bathroom with such a tremendous force that I crashed into the hallway wall. Despite the pain as I drifted into unconsciousness I couldn't help but be happy as a smile crept onto my face. I knew that everything was about to change for the better. If nothing else things were going to be much livelier from now on and apparently more painful too…