The idea for this fic came to my mind at least a month ago and this weekend it came naturally to me to write it. It will talk about the sexual urges of the characters of the Pokemon anime.

This is a short-long. About five chapters!

Disclaimers - Pokemon is not my property.

Sexual Tension

1. Awakening

"He had won. After the most spectacular battle of all times, Lance's Dragonite had finally fallen, and he had received the title of Champion. He held the cup anxiously in his hands, and an exhausted but happy Pikachu on his shoulder.

Then, in the midst of the crowd of delirious fans, she came forward; beautiful as always. In two steps she covered the distance that separated them and came to him, filling him with an even greater joy. He put the trophy down, wrapped her in a hug and kissed her passionately, just as he had always wanted ... "

Ash awoke with a start, wet with sweat.

Confused, for the interrupted sleep, but incredulous for the dream that had, deliciously tormented him until the last second, before bringing him back suddenly to reality.

He looked around, trying to focus on his surroundings. The sun began to filter timidly through the half-closed shutters, announcing the dawn.

He lay comfortably in his sleeping bag, in the Pokemon center room he shared with Brock and Misty.

Last week he and his new friends, Clemont, Bonnie and Serena, had decided to hold a small meeting with all his fellow travelers before starting the League of Kalos. Everyone was there, from the first to the last. And these also included Drew and Paul grumpy one. They had all met in Ambrette Town, for Misty's happiness, and then decided to stop at the Pokemon Center to enjoy the tranquility of a seaside town in the spring.

They were divided into various rooms. Clemont, Bonnie and Serena in the first room. Drew, May, Dawn, Gary, Iris and Cilan in another. Obviously Paul alone.

While he had found himself in a room with his older friends, Brock and Misty. They had talked about the old days until dawn, laughing at their misadventures and Team Rocket still following Ash despite eight years having passed. Eventually they fell asleep at 5 a.m. in their sleeping bags, side by side. Only 3 hours had passed and he was already awake.

Not surprising, besides the fact that Ash - famous for his long sleeps - was already up so early.

The young coach looked around, there was no sign of Brock to his left, while to his right he felt Misty's light breath, finding her dangerously, less than ten centimeters from him.

He watched her attentively, studying the features of that face that he would have recognized among a thousand. She had become so beautiful that it was almost difficult for him to swallow when she was so close.

Too close and terribly dangerous, wrapped in that nightgown that left little to the imagination. His eyes fell on his long and bare legs, which had been freed from the sleeping bag during the rest, the underware only vaguely covered by the semi-transparent fabric of the night-dress. At the memory of the dream - returned forcefully to his thoughts - the cheeks caught fire, as he would never have believed possible.

"Damn, what's got into me?" He wondered in alarm, trying to look away from his dearest companion.

He could not explain it. Or maybe he didn't want to explain it.

He had always known that Misty was beautiful, from the first moment his gaze settled on her. Not to mention that all his traveling companions were beautiful girls, indeed, he could say with certainty that none of his friends was ugly.

But when it came to talking about the Cerulian City gym leader - and that his coaching heart knew it - it was another story.

Anyone of his friends, primarily Gary, would have bet on his total indifference to women, curves and the like, but the mere fact that he didn't talk about them didn't necessarily mean he didn't see.

Or at least he had been, until the moment his eyes started to look involuntarily for Misty, wherever she moved the previous day. He couldn't help it - not that he had tried so hard - and looking at her was becoming almost an obsession.

An obsession that, after having met her again after months, did not leave him even during sleep and that remained on him even during the few hours of sleep of the previous evening.

And he was afraid of it. He felt the butterflies in his stomach and something waking up in him.

Misty moistened her lips still asleep, while her hands went in search of a cooler portion of the area, without finding it. And how could she, with Ash next to her who risked self-combustion at any moment?

Her forehead creased in an annoyed expression, but it was only for a moment. She sighed and crouched on one side, even more towards him, while she twisted one leg to Ash's, even her overnight outings, with a satisfied smile decorating her lips.

The young Pokemon Master risked choking on his own saliva.

"It gets bad here"

The only way he had to escape this situation was to escape, throwing himself from the window of the Pokemon Center.

But in doing so, he risked waking up Misty. And he couldn't let her wake up. Not with that "small" and embarrassing detail in full sight.

She would have killed him and humiliated him in the public square. And he was sure she would never forgive him.

"A... Ash," Misty whispered, moving even closer to him, one hand touching his hot arm. The coach shivered with pleasure under his partner's fresh fingertips.

- Arceus, please help me!- He shouted with himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

An amused Pika Pika roused him from the vortex of desperate embarrassment. Pikachu had woken up and looked at him silently with a gigantic mischievous smile on his face.

"Pikapi ... pika chu pika Pikachupi?"

"Ash ... don't you think it would be fun if Misty woke up right now?" began the electric mouse bringing the paws to the nose to suppress yet another Pika Pika. Ash stiffened at the thought, as the blush rose from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

"No, Pikachu! Damn it! Oh Arceus! I would be ... dead, dead ..." he stammered in surprise, praying that his best friend would open her eyes as late as possible.

It would be the most horrible thing if she woke up now, and he was too young to leave this world. He wanted to become a Pokemon Master again, he had to capture all the Pokemon again.

But he would have preferred to dig his grave with his own hands, rather than explaining to Misty why.

He would have died anyway. By Misty's hands.

Author notes:

Deliriums of the week. xD

I hope you like this genre Ecic fic :) But still feel free to insult me: D

Next week I will update both my long and this little fic and post the first chapter of. I have the chapters practically ready, I simply have to correct any mistakes and then translate them.

See you soon :)