Disclaimer: I do not own any Pokemon characters.
First time writing FF. Please R&R
Chapter 1
The crisp midnight sky conceals a lurking shadow in an early Autumn night. A pair of steel blue eyes watches a younger, blue-haired girl closes a goodnight kiss from her companion.
"No," Cynthia thought to herself. This wasn't just any young, blue-haired girl.
Cynthia takes a slow deep breath and closes her eyes, allowing her thought to be flooded with memories from the fateful day she met Dawn.
A group of younger trainers gather around her as she studied the stone carvings of Dialga and Palkia. And not a moment after, three trainers approached her and introduced themselves, respectively. Ash was the first one to introduce himself, followed by a charming spikey haired boy name Brock. And then, there was Dawn, with Piplup held close in arms, proud Pokémon Coordinator/Trainer, wearing a white printed beanie that hid the most lustrous blue-hair that flawlessly cascaded down her back, with the most radiant smile, even the sun would be envious of.
But for all that is Dawn, nothing compared to her blue azure eyes, bright and hopeful. It was at that very moment that Cynthia had found herself craving - *no* - longing to learn anything and everything about her, the secrets of the girl who won the heart of this Champion.
Cynthia, once again, opens her eyes to the sight of Ash climbing on his Charizard's back, ready to leave the night in peace. She knew she didn't have to stay in idle silence nor be in the sidelines. A meeting with these two Pokémon trainers would have been just as easy as "I was in the neighborhood" encounter. But when it came to Dawn, Cynthia was highly guarded. Whether it came to battling or her heart, she held her walls up high. Those blue azure eyes, even with the most tender gaze, can just simply cut through her soul.
And as this realization, once again, haunts her thoughts, the former Sinnoh League Pokemon Champion quietly turns and walks the opposite way, a habit she had acquire whenever Dawn was in the picture.
"She's 5 years younger than me. She's got her world waiting for her. A family, a child…" Cynthia mused her thoughts with. She dreams of this girl day and night, and the urges intensify as days, weeks, months passed by. Every encounter with her young blue-haired coordinator/trainer, Cynthia would offer a hand in battle techniques, medicines for the Psyducks, an egg, or any advice just to make sure Dawn stays on track to her goals. And of course, there will always be the time they spent in The Distortion World. Those moments will only be theirs.
Cynthia slaps her focus back at the thought that pushes her smile to slightly fade. Dawn is not "her" younger trainer. In fact, she's now the reigning Sinnoh League Champion. Their battle was forthcoming. Cynthia saw Dawn's unwavering determination with each move all. From the way she calls her Pokémon to and from battle, Dawn's gracefulness never ceased to impress Cynthia. The exchange of battle orders gradually gets heated, and much to Cynthia's surprise, so was the unspoken magnet that has been meticulously nurtured between both unaware trainers.
Every step Cynthia took only serves to pull her further away from the only object of her heart's desire, taking one step at a time down memory lane.
Lips locking in a steamy hunger, as each tongue, fighting for their own dominance as Cynthia felt the cold walls strike against her back, feeling the heat emanating from Dawn, pressed against her chest. "You will always be my champion, my crown." Tender, aching words coming from the blue-haired newly crowned Sinnoh League Champion, very faintly whispered against her ear as she feels Dawn's teeth slowly raking against her neck. Dawn's hands traveled against the taller woman's skin, as if memorizing every inch, every curve, while her legs wrapped around Cynthia's hips to steady herself, juices mixing, trailing down against burning skin, inch by inch, enough to drive Cynthia to turn around and take over their dance.
Cynthia felt Dawn's inner walls tighten around her fingers, Dawn's teeth sinking against the crook of her neck, Dawn's body tremble against her own, and the whimpers and cries of the blue-hairs girl were music to Cynthia's ears. Their act continued for hours, basking in each other's company, stolen tender kisses between hungry lip-locking that left both woman breathless. But once wasn't enough. Every touch, kiss, laughter, embrace brought Cynthia and Dawn to an insatiable cycle that will be forever embedded in each other's heart and soul.
That moment, too, will only be theirs to remember and share.
Cynthia regained her senses back to reality. Her visit to Lake Verity will have to continue tomorrow. So, she continues her way back to the nearest clearing and camp out for the night.