Prologue
A man with noticeable muscles and raven black hair was seated at a desk cluttered with maps and notes. The dark figure was hunched over many pieces of paper and was clutching a pen in his hand. The clock beeped to 1:00 A.M. and the man groaned in frustration. He chucked another piece of crumpled paper behind him adding to the pile behind him.
"Oh man, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!" His deep and husky voice yelled in frustration as he slammed his forehead on his desk.
A low moan and a tired yawn escaped from somewhere behind him. He shifted his head to see a gorgeous honey-blond girl leaning against the door frame rubbing her face. She looked a little tired as she was just awoken from her sleep. She had high cheekbones with full lips and gorgeous blue eyes. Her blond hair was tied up in a bun and a few strands hung loosely framing her face. She hugged her nightgown closer to keep warm and looked at the male with an amused smile.
"You know, I find it amusing that you, the big, bad, ruthless person who is annihilating Team Flare can't stand up to his friends."
The man scoffed, "My friends are anything but normal. Instead of welcoming me back, Misty will mallet me, Brock would flirt with you, Max would insult me for being an idiot, Trip would call me a boonie, Paul will jump into battling me, Gary would start to examine my Pokémon, Tracey would start drawing everything in sight, Iris would call me a kid, Cilan would start rambling about connoisseur talk, May and Dawn will gush over you being Kalos Queen and everything will be horrible. No matter how manly enough, no one can stand up to that bunch."
The blond turned around and giggled, "Who said you were a man?"
The male's eyes glinted, "Oh really?" He stood up slowly unnoticed by the blond.
"Yup, you're just a 21-year-old boy." She giggled, unaware of the figure slowly creeping behind her. She felt hands at her hips and gasped. She was flipped around and pushed against the wall. The raven-haired man ran his nose on the side of her neck and blew softly. The young woman moaned. The figure moved his head and started to kiss the nape of her neck and worked his way up to the corner of her lips. Just when he was about to kiss her, he moved back and let his hands fall. He returned to sit at the desk and shook with silent laughter. The girl gasped.
"You tease!" She grumbled in frustration.
"I thought I wasn't man enough?"
"Fine, you are. But seriously, you got to tell your friends soon. It's not good for them or you." The blond walked over and sat on his lap.
"I'm going to help you, IF you give me a kiss."
"I don't mind at all." With that he swiftly captured her lips and slowly kissed her. The male turned her around until she was straddling him and deepened the kiss. After a few seconds he pulled back and chuckled at the flushed girl's face. He pecked her nose and stated, "We should get these done,"
"Yeah," the blond sighed still feeling the tingling effects of the kiss. She pulled over a chair, and sat next to him. Grabbing a pen she got to work writing the envelope addresses.
"I better hurry, Pikachu's gonna revise these for me." The blond laughed at the male who was finally starting to get some work done.
"Pikachu fell asleep ages ago."
The male put down his pen and looked at the girl who was grinning. "The bastard Pokémon, he said he was going to help me!"