Here is my first shipping story. I thought it would have been Amourshipping, but there were no Lineoffireshipping stories whatsoever. So I made one. This story is from two different perspectives written in limited third person, so the chapter order does not matter.
Chapter 1 - Clemont's Prespective
Chapter 2 - Miette's Prespective
Chapter 3 - Braxien's Prespective
Clemont's Perspective
It was the biggest day of Serena's life tomorrow and the most important day for Ash the day after. The final contest for the title of Kalos Queen happened the day before the battle for the title Pokémon Champion of Kalos. The best thing Clemont could do in this situation is to cook them a dinner for champions. Braxien was helping out in the kitchen, and the pokémon was actually quite to competent helper. It was the most effort he ever put into a meal with many dishes started hours in advance.
In addition to Kalos Queen Elect Serena and upcoming Pokemon Master Ash, he also cooking for his sister Bonnie, Himself, Tierno, Trevor, Shauna, Sawyer, Grace, Ritchie, Delia, world famous Professor Samuel Oak, Professor Sycamore. As daunting as that was, it was far less than what his two friends have to go through in the next couple of days.
"Smells good. You really are a man of many talents," said a girl.
Clemont's spine hopped as a girl was not in his mental inventory of things in the kitchen. He turned and saw blue hair and red eyes. It was Miette, a Kalos Queen competitor going up against Serena. According to Bonnie, she is also compete against Serena for Ash's affection. He didn't need reminding that two girls wanted to date Ash when he has no prospects of his own. It's especially a shame with her easy-to-look-at cyan and teal attire that extends down to her turquoise skirtlike shorts.
"I'm sorry if you wanted to use the kitchen. There's another on the other side of this building."
"Oh, I was just invited by Ash to eat with him. It seemed right to inform the cook. Oh, by the way, what's for dessert?"
Clemont's mind leaped. "I forgot to do a dessert! Oh no. Bonnie is not going to forgive that after I said this will be the best meal she ever had."
"Hey, don't worry. This is sort of my thing," Miette offered.
"Thanks, you're a life saver."
And so Miette took off her vest, put on a hairnet and apron, and called out Slurpuff. As she made desserts the hour arrived. As people started arriving for dinner, most items where complete and only a few things. Clemont did enjoy working with her despite being focus on the task. She was always pleasant to look at when she came into view and they never obstructed each other. She seemed to be completely comfortable working very close and she didn't back off when they touched. The were a few accidental instances of questionable contact she gracefully ignored, although some of those times may have been Braxien. She was certainly friendly and she was always smiling. The best part was that she did deliver with various desserts. The results were that a meal to be proud of, and even enjoyed every moment of it.
Miette took off the hairnet and looked out the kitchen's serving hatch where Ash and Serena were sitting next to each other. Because things in the kitchen settled down, Clemont's attention volunteer shifted back do to her super short skirt and sexy legs. He told himself that even if Miette loses against Serena with Ash, love doesn't exactly work by consolation prizes so don't get his hopes up.
"Clemont, you're a man of science, right? Well, answer me this: how do you make an unmovable object meet another unmovable object?" Miette asked longingly.
Her tone confused him. Clemont was a man of science so he had to solve this paradox. He was familiar with the classical problem of what happens when an unstoppable force meets a unmovable object. Logic dictated that it could never happen, so there is no "when". This was a much more interesting question, with a "how." "How" question are the questions he likes as an inventor. The simplest answer was "bend space," but that seemed like a cop out.
"Change the field of influence. Objects have various way of interacting. Even what we could call touching is just forces interacting on an tiny scale. So if the fields of influence increase, the object could start touching even if we can't detect movement."
"I see," said Miette. She put a hand on Clemont's chest, right where a boob would be if Clemont was female. She pushed Clemont back so they would be out of sight of the dinning table. "That makes sense. So they don't look closer even though they are?"
Clemont was confused. "Are you talking about your competition with Serena?" Clemont whispered.
Miette bought her face in closer to speak softly. "You know about that? I didn't take you for a perceptive type, no offense."
"Bonnie told me."
"Well this game between Serena and me has lasted a lot longer than I planned, and it's interfering with another plan."
"The fear of rejection is a powerful thing I guess."
"You misunderstand. I can ask at anytime. It defeats the entire point of the game."
"But isn't Ash the point of the game?" Clemont asked the girl who was only centimeters away. Her red eyes looked into his.
"That's only half of the point." Mietteed lean in closer and ans opened her mouth.
A sense of epiphany appeared before all his brainpower drain out through Miette's sweet lips. His hard was pounding loudly in his ears. He could tell she was partaking in the desserts she was making. He returned the kiss on pure instinct, but it was over a lot sooner than he wanted.
Miette put her mouth next to his ears. "Looks like you got a little secret. Here's a hint: don't look at me during dinner. Half the people there will read your face, especially Serena. See you after dinner."