Yes, another Hoennchampionshipping fic. Equally silly - do not have high expectations from it, if you want a serious read or proper romance, go elsewhere.
Warnings - MayxSteven (Hoennchampionshipping) and onesided Originshipping (StevenxWallace) - slight swearing and inappropriateness from a certain blue-haired gym leader.
It was when Steven read the same sentence of the newspaper article he was trying to read for the fifth time, that he realised something was amiss. His concentration wasn't what it normally was. The Champion frowned, put his newspaper down on the desk in front of him for a moment and glanced out the window. It was a pleasant, sunny day, and he could see bird pokemon fluttering amongst the grasses in the front garden of the Hoenn League building, his mug of coffee was on the desk next to him as usual, the day was completely free of tiresome meetings with officials, or other League business – what could be wrong?
He was a little stressed out, certainly: there had been a lot of challengers to deal with over the past few days, not to mention meetings, briefings, discussions with the other Elites over changes to their schedules, and training. Oh yes, training. Perhaps, that had something to do with it. Steven had recently taken on the seemingly innocuous task of training the young hopeful, May Maple. She was a nice girl, he had reasoned with himself; she would blossom into a very powerful trainer with a little nudge in the right direction. And he would be the one to give her such a nudge. Yes, what a good idea; what could possibly go wrong?
Well, precisely one thing could go wrong, and that was May Maple herself. Steven had always liked her: she was a good trainer, enthusiastic, keen to learn, with a strong moral compass and sense of justice and fairness. And pretty. He hadn't really taken that into account when he agreed to work this closely with the 16 year old May. From the moment she had come in for a sparring session around a week ago wearing a very short skirt which more than adequately showed off her shapely legs and pert bum, Steven had begun to regret his hasty decision.
Not that it was wrong for him to appreciate May's form per se; it just didn't seem to be quite appropriate given the 10 year age gap and his relative position of authority over her. She was 16 and presumably more than capable of looking after herself, but nonetheless Steven did think it was best if he continued to think of her as a protégé rather than a potential sexual conquest. That said, when was the last time Steven had had a sexual conquest? Not that it was at the top of his list of priorities - of course not! It most certainly came below his position as League Champion, his responsibilities at the League, his ever-present worries about teams Magma and Aqua, his pokemon training and his side-interest in geology. That said, no amount of training and responsibility cancelled out the fact that Steven was a man, and a young, healthy and virile one, at that! And nothing could change the fact that, although attractive, Steven had not yet managed to find the right woman for him, and it had been years since he had been in a lasting relationship.
That Steven had to deal with an irritatingly persistent sex-drive on top of all his other responsibilities just didn't seem fair. Still, he had fully resolved to put all inappropriate thoughts about May out of his mind and concentrate on his work. Just so long as she'd wear a longer skirt or some trousers the next time he saw her, there'd be no problem at all.
Now, I don't know if you know May Maple very well at all, but if you did, you'd know this was never going to be the case. In fact, May only owned one pair of jeans, which she saved for rainy days and cold weather only. For her training session the next day, she was clad in her usual attire of red mini skirt and white blouse, which didn't quite do its job covering her red bra.
"May," Steven greeted her in a polite and friendly manner.
"Oh hi Steven," she replied cheerily, "nice day isn't it! I've brought along my squirtle, like you said! I think we can really work on some of his water-based attacks. I fought Drew the other day and I think I've had some good ideas about how to improve…"
Steven shook his head sharply, trying to stop wondering whether May's panties matched her red bra, and start focussing on the matter at hand.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, tilting her head to one side.
"No, of course not. I was just thinking about how best to organise our training for today."
They commenced a fairly standard practice session. May was good, but Steven had to make sure to use his weakest pokemon and hold back as much as possible so as to give her a chance. May's brow furrowed a little with concentration as she thought about what moves to use next. It was a warm day and her blouse was beginning to become slightly damp with sweat. Steven had to keep averting his eyes and trying to look at anything else in the room that wasn't the way her top clung to her breasts, which in his opinion were rather large for a girl her age. Not that he was thinking about that. Focus, Steven, focus.
He wrapped up the training session without much hesitation. May seemed a little downcast when he suggested she leave straight afterwards, as they were after all friends, but he made some excuses about work and she soon left.
Everything was fine, Steven told himself. It was perfectly normal for a man to look at an attractive girl like May, and there was certainly nothing to be ashamed about. Everything was fine. Or, everything was fine until about 3am that night, when Steven awoke drenched with sweat and panting, trying to push the remnants of a rather x-rated dream about May from his mind. He groaned as he lay back on his crumpled pillow, pushing his tousled silver-grey hair back from his forehead. I'm not a pervert, he told himself, not a pervert. Nonetheless, if he was having dreams about her dressed in black lacy lingerie bent over his desk, he was probably going to have to call time on their one-on-one training schedule. Damn it.
After a very poor night's sleep, at 11 in the morning Steven was sitting at his desk, drumming his fingers on the desk in agitation and trying to get up the courage to pick up the phone. Just do it, you idiot. You're the Hoenn Pokemon League Champion, you can't be scared to call a girl. He coughed nervously, picked up the phone and dialled May's number.
"Hello? You've reached May Maple, pokemon coordinator, can I help you?"
Steven opened his mouth. No sound came out. He closed it and tried again, "err, May… hi, it's Steven."
"Oh hi Steven," May squealed in typically enthusiastic fashion. "What's up?"
Steven coughed. "I, er, I need to talk to you about something."
"Oh right, what's that?"
"Right. Look, May, I think perhaps we should stop doing training together."
"Oh!" May squealed a little more loudly than was necessary on the other end of the phone. Steven hesitated a moment; it wasn't quite the reaction he'd expected.
"I… I'm sorry May, it's just that… business…." He babbled lamely, cursing his own ineloquence.
"Oh sorry, what was that Steven? I just spilled cold water all down the front of my dress. I'm going to have to get changed, but just carry on."
A faint, uncharacteristic pinkness made its way into Steven's cheeks. "Oh no, May. I'll call back another time."
"No, no. It's no problem Steven, I just need to find a clean top…"
Presumably, May was now walking around her flat topless looking for a new shirt. Steven tried not to think about it.
"Er, as I was saying, I don't think we should train together anymore."
"Oh, really?" May sounded downcast. "But why?"
"Well things are getting very busy at the League… you know…"
"Yeah, I guess… But Steven, I could give you a helping hand. You know, I know you've been stressed lately, I can tell, but I'm sure I could help you with that."
Errr… maybe, but probably not in the way you think, Steven thought, uncomfortably. "That's nice of you May, but it's not really the kind of problem you can help with."
"Why? I'm good at lots of things! I know I'm not that experienced, but I'll do anything you want."
Steven tried not to consider what things May was good at or willing to do for him, as it was making his stomach hurt. "That won't be necessary. I appreciate it, May, but I'm afraid this is official League business."
"Oh right; ok then," May said in a small voice. "I'll see you around then Steven."
"Goodbye May," he muttered as she put the phone down. Great, now he'd blown it with her and he was still not feeling any better at all.
It was at this point that Wallace poked his head round the door. "May I come in?"
Steven looked up, relieved to see his old friend who would hopefully take his mind off the May situation. "Yeah, of course."
"Girl troubles?" Wallace said with a knowing glint in his eye.
Steven frowned in annoyance. How on earth of all people would Wallace know about his problems. "How'd you…?"
"Well maybe it's something to do with the fact you've been acting funny for weeks now, Steve, and I've seen how you look at that championshippy girl, what's her name… April?"
"May…"
"That's the one."
"Urrggh, trust you to notice that. You don't think she's noticed do you?"
"Who knows Steven, but there's nothing to be ashamed about. If you like this girl, why not just tell her?"
"It's not that simple. She's only 16 Wall, it's just not appropriate for me to try anything."
"Eh… last time I checked that was perfectly legal, nothing to feel bad about."
Steven grimaced. "I just don't know what to say to her though. There's no way she'd be interested in someone like me though."
"Just tell her you want to fuck her brains out. It's quite simple Steven."
Steven nearly choked. "I can't say that!" he spluttered.
"Why not? It's true isn't it?"
"No! I mean… yeah it's true, but…" oh god, oh god…
Wallace smirked. "There you go then. I don't know why you get so stressed about this stuff. If I want to bone someone I just say 'do you have a ditto in your pocket? Cos I can see myself in your pants.' It doesn't always work, but nine times out of ten it does. You're one of the few people it didn't work on, unfortunately, because you're pretty much the sexiest man I've ever met."
Steven grimaced again. "There is absolutely no way I would use any of your disgusting lines, Wallace."
"Ah don't be a spoil-sport… I've got loads more where that came from. How about, 'I wish I was a seaking, so I could horn drill you'?"
Steven sank his head into his hands. "Why are you here, Wallace?"
"Oh, well I actually came because I wanted to return the focus band you lent me, but now I'm here I might as well help you with your girl troubles."
The grin on Wallace's face was a little alarming. Steven loved Wallace, but he could be incredibly inappropriate and rather annoying at times. "I don't have girl troubles Wallace. And I don't need your advice either."
Wallace sighed deeply. "Alright Steven, no need to get snappy with me, I'm only trying to help. Honestly. I mean, apart from the fact that I'm still hoping you'll see the error of your ways and fall for me."
Steven sighed and nodded. "Yeah I know. Sorry. I'm just a bit stressed."
"You need a shag, Steven. If you won't let me do it, then you'd better try and patch things up with little miss May."
Steven frowned. "I guess you're right…"
"As usual!" Wallace announced, his grin returning. "Right, well… I'll be getting on back to the gym then, but let me know how it goes!"
"Hmmm," Steven muttered, waving Wallace out of the room with a marked lack of enthusiasm.
Right… well… now what?
Firstly - this can be continued or not on the basis of whether anyone wants another chapter, its pretty much fine by me either way.
Secondly - please review even if you're going to epically flame me for destroying your originshipping innocence
Thirdly - My ships: Originshipping (StevenxWallace), Hoennchampionshipping (MayxSteven), Leadershipshipping (MaxiexTabitha) - I pretty much exclusively ship those three pairings, so be warned. I muchly muchly love all three of them.