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A/N: This fic takes place a few years after the Pokémon series, so Misty is 17 in this fic. And I know that the name of feisty redhead of Team Rocket is more often spelled 'Jessie', but I happen to like 'Jesse' better.

Warning: Shojo-ai / yuri / femslash / lemon / etc. So if you don't like, don't read.

Chapter I

"Prepare for trouble!" I sighed upon hearing the all too familiar phrase. We should have known.
"Make it double!" came in the fag.
"Oh, cut it out already," Ash exclaimed. "We ain't got time for this."
But she just went on, "To protect the world from devestation!", followed by her supposedly male companion, "To unite all peoples within our nation!"
I yawned. Her eyes locked on me as she said, "To denounce the evils of truth and love!"
I just stared at her, oblivious of the fact that the gay boy made a rhyme. Then she said her name, still staring intensively at me. After the boy had said his, she told me that "Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!". James said something about surrendering, and at that point she turned to look at him. I blinked.
"Meowth! That's right!"
I shook my head. What the heck had just passed between us two?
Ash had other questions in his mind.
"What is it with you guys?" he asked.
Jesse gave a low, sultry laugh.
"What do you mean, twerp?" she asked Ash. "We're here to capture Pikachu, of course. Why, what did you expect? A date proposal?"
"Ha!" Ash reacted immediately. I glanced at Jesse.
"Not that I'd turn her down..." muttered Brock.
"Was that necessary?" I asked the lovestruck boy. Sometimes he reminded me of one of Mozart's opera characters, a certain Cherubino.
Brock gave me no answer. Instead, Ash went on scolding Team Rocket.
"In your dreams!" he exclaimed, either referring to the catching of Pikachu or then the date proposal.
"What?" chided in a flabbergasted James. "How did you know?"
Jesse rolled her eyes at her companion, and Meowth decided to enlighten us about their intentions.
"For once, we decided to go about this the other way than usual. You know, we've been scheming and scheming to get that electric mouse, never succeeding in the end. Now, we're here to just take it by force!"
"And you thought with that you'd succeed?" I asked, somewhat amused.
Jesse's ice blue eyes all but fixed on me immediately. "Why, brat?" she shot at me.
"Hey, I'm not a brat," I defended myself. "How old are you, anyway?"
She just laughed.
"Wouldn't you just love to know?" she teased me. "Well, way older than you."
I let my gaze lock with hers. For a few moments, we just stared at each other, and one could almost see the sparks in the air.
"How much is 'way older', converted to years?" Brock wanted to know.
"Oh come on, stop the drooling and collect yourself," I adviced the idiot.
Jesse just laughed at us.
"But enough of the babbling," she then quickly said. "Now, brats, bring on your Pokémon, and let's test them against ours!"
Ash yawned.
"We've done that before. When will you guys ever learn?"
"Afraid you'd lose?" proposed James.
"No way!" Ash flared. "Okay, let's fight!"

There was nothing unusual about the fight. That is to say, Team Rocket got their asses whooped by Ash's Pokémon. When all Team Rocket's Pokémon (except Meowth of course) were knocked out, Jesse and James just stood there, looking defeated rather than angry. Ash salted their wounds by a triumphant smile on his face. "Well see you guys later on, after you have visited a Pokémon central! We'd love to chat, but we have some Pokémon to catch!" He turned his back to the Team and started to walk away. Brock followed close by, and I, too, turned to leave the battle site.
"Hey."
I froze. After a moment of silence, she continued,
"Wanna straighten me out?"
"I... what?" I slowly turned around to face Jesse. She had swiftly yet silently moved closer, and was now standing right in front of me. She was a little taller than me, but without the heels of her boots, the difference would have been barely noticeable. James and Meowth were nowhere to be seen, and in between all my confusion I wondered where had they disappeared so fast.
"You said you're not a brat," Jesse elaborated. "So, how old are you?"
"Like I'd tell," I smirked. "...Unless you tell me your age as well."
She gave a bashful grin. "So you wish to play? Fine with me. All right, you go first."
I shook my head. "Do I look stupid to you? You first."
She sighed, with a wicked smile playing on her face. So characteristic.
"Fine. I'm twenty-four. Now you?"
"Twenty-four?" I chuckled. "Really?"
She looked impatient. "Yes, really. Turning twenty-five this year. But it's your turn now."
I didn't look at her as I said, "I'm seventeen."
For a brief while, she seemed unsure of what to do next. Then, she placed her soft hand on my cheek. I hadn't realised before, but she was left-handed.
She held my gaze with her wonderfully blue orbs, and I had lost my ability to speak. I heard my heart pounding.
"Misty," she said, slowly, in a low voice. I swallowed, unable to respond in any way.
Then, she leant in, her body now touching mine. I felt her large breasts against mine, her flat tummy against me, and her slender arms were now around my thin body. For a second she looked at me in the eyes, and I knew what was coming. Unsure of whether I should I didn't resist, and she claimed my lips.

As she pressed her soft lips against mine, I closed my eyes and got rid of any thoughts I might have had about the world around us two. Yes, I had had my share of kisses, but this was quite different from anything I had experienced before. She slid out her tongue, then hesitated, as if to ask for my permission. I parted my lips slightly, allowing her to enter. And she did, beginning a soft but fierce battle between my tongue and hers. And I was happy to play.

Minutes later, she broke the kiss, panting slightly. Her hands were now on my neck, causing me to shiver - in a very good sense. She was still staring at me intensively in the eyes as she whispered,
"Tonight, at midnight, walk eastwards from your camping place. You won't have to go too far."
She brushed my cheek with her left hand, and turned away. Speechless, I watched her firm figure as she walked away.
"Midnight..." I mused aloud, after she had been gone for quite a while.

I had to run to catch Ash and Brock. Fortunately, they asked no questions. I just hoped they would fall fast asleep tonight.