She was attracted to him.
This he knew.
So when hands latched onto her waist and lips crashed upon hers, he was less than surprised at her flustered self. In fact, he only smirked. This girl- a fan, a follower, a friend- was now in his arms, albeit it being, somewhat, against her will.
In the realm where teenage hearts gave bitter glares and lonesome housewives would frown with envy, there she stood with this man, a man desired by many, if not all.
Steven Stone, being the handsome devil he was, knew this, yet continued on, challenging her nerves and bringing her to the bed near them.
He haphazardly flings the fabric obstacles everywhere, scorning them from interfering with his actions. She gasps occasionally; his smirk widens at each one. She likes it, sometimes she can't bear to handle it, and although he knows this, he keeps on going.
He has only his pants on, but he intends to keep it that way. Steven has the girl on her knees below him, her hands gripping tightly to the sheets below as his lips cater to her neck. Breathy whispers make her squirm as much as the physical contact; her eyes begin to roll as his fingers trail down her stomach and in between her legs.
His rings, she notices, are cold to the touch, yet his fingers burn with a passion that can match a Fire-type's; she feels it when he rubs against her, despite fighting it. She bites onto the sheets as he touches her in ways she had never felt before: rubbing outside, rubbing inside, moving in it out, slowly, softly, then rigid and fast-paced. She's losing her breath, and in a sorry sight for CPR he kisses her, as if aiding to regain her oxygen.
He leaves her breathless throughout. He always had. From their first meeting, their first talk, their first battle, and now, their absolute first, the first that will definitely be followed suit by many more to come.
Come, she thinks. Come, she hears. He whispers the words in her ear like a snake being the charmer, his tongue licking slightly against her cheek as his signature smirk presses against her flesh.
She does so in a frenzy, gasping, breathing heavily... trying to regain her senses, trying to make out the situation...
But he is far from done. Although Steven was currently ex-Champion, he wouldn't hesitate to show her his fullest potential.
He turns her over, a sole finger tracing her swollen lips before being replaced by his own, his hands working to undo the belt that secured the last piece of clothing on him.
She would look up at him with tired eyes, eyes mixed in confusion, eyes lost in euphoria. She had just grown more attracted to him.
And this he knew.