Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, and I have no
money. Please don't sue.
The Motel 6, late one night
The man leaned his head outside
the open window, drifts of ice and snow brushing across his face. His breath
came out in little puffs as his emerald eyes glittered with anxiousness.
He couldn't believe, with any pigment of imagination, what was about to
happen to him. He wasn't going to lie and say the prospect of doing this
had never crossed his mind. But he had never thought he would be doing
this with her. He wasn't the type of guy who would sleep with just anyone.
It had to really mean something to him. But he wondered if she had the
same morals when it came to this kind of thing.
James could sense the lights being turned down
low. He pulled his head out of the window and turned to look at his partner.
Jessie leaned against the doorway, one arm hugging her stomach, the other
hanging down by her side, her long coat falling below her knees.
"Had to cover the uniform,"
she muttered, noting James' questioning look. "They had a security guard
in there."
"Oh…well, did they…did
they have, uh…"
Jessie slipped her hand into her pocket and tossed
him something. He looked down at it and set it on the bedside table.
"I thought a man always
had one of those on him."
James felt his face turn red with embarrassment.
"W-Well…I didn't expect
that…I didn't…"
Jessie waved her hand dismissively.
"Yeah, yeah. Just know
that you're buying it next time."
She tilted her head to the side, flashing her
bright blue eyes at him.
"You're stalling."
"I'm stalling?"
"I have no reason to
stall. It's not like I've never done this before."
For some reason, James' heart fell a little when
she said this. Jessie undid the sash on her coat and let it fall away to
the floor.
"So let's go."
James walked over to her and placed a hand on
her bare waist. She leaned close into him and pressed her lips hard against
his, invading his mouth with her tongue. She unbuttoned his shirt quickly,
her fingertips brushing his revealed chest. James could feel the thought
that had been plaguing his mind for the past few years nagging him in the
back of his mind, but he forced himself to forget about it and just enjoy
the experience.
*
The Bike Gang, 4 years ago
James bit his lip and clawed
at the bed sheets with one hand. He muffled a moan with his pillow as he
rubbed his hand up and down the length of his hardened manhood. He closed
his eyes and imagined her hands doing this to him, moving against him,
feeling the same pleasure that consumed him. But of course it wasn't the
same feeling it would be if she were really there. He felt himself coming
and let his eyes close as he drifted off into a light sleep.
The door creaked open,
causing James to stir from his slumber. He quickly removed his hand from
his crotch and pulled the covers up around him, closing his eyes again
and feigning sleep. Jessie locked the door behind her and set her keys
on the table. She pulled off her jacket with sharp, frustrated movements.
"Little bastard…and
boy do I mean little…"
Jessie tore off her tight articles of clothing,
pulling off one the buttons on her shirt.
"Shit," she murmured,
flipping the button onto the floor with the rest of her clothing. She headed
for the bathroom, pulling her hair loose. She paused by the bed and James
could feel her eyes on him.
"You men," she hissed
before going into the bathroom.
James opened his eyes as he heard the sound of
the shower starting. He sighed and propped his pillow up under his chin.
Jessie had been going out with one of the older
bike gang members for a few weeks. James hadn't thought she was all that
serious about him, but he knew there had been something physical going
on between him. He would prefer to be spared the details.
For the past months, James
had been trying desperately to get over his growing crush on his best friend.
He had known her for several years now, and had seen her develop into a
very beautiful, sexy young woman. She had helped him enter puberty, and
the redheaded hottie had played a main role in all of wet dreams. But he
knew Jessie would never go for him like that. She only thought of him as
a clingy, dependant wimp—she only thought of him as a friend. He shut his
eyes tightly as she walked back into the room. She went over to the other
side of the bed and slipped in with a little huff. He let the sound of
her breathing soothe him back to sleep.
Three days later
"So, what are these for,
Little Jim?"
James looked up from polishing his bike, and
his face flushed. Jessie waved a few of the small packages in her hand,
giving him one of her Cheshire cat grins. He jumped and grabbed for them,
but she held up back out of his reach.
"Come on, Jessie…"
She chuckled and rolled her eyes around distractedly.
"I didn't know Jimmy
was getting' some," she cooed, teasingly.
"I-I'm not! I just got
some just in case…"
"Shit…I'm surprised
at you, James. I didn't know you were like that."
James froze. He knew he shouldn't have bought
those things. Now he had disappointed the one person whose opinion he really
cared about. Now she'd never speak to him again…She thought he was just
like all those other guys.
"Jessie, I…"
Jessie's face cracked and she giggled, tossing
him the condoms.
"I'm just messin' with
ya, Jimmy. At least you don't wanna knock the girl up."
She flashed him one of her devilish smiles again
and went inside. James looked down at the condoms and after a few seconds,
balled them up to the best of his ability. He headed inside, tossing them
into a garbage can on his way. He knew Jessie might not bring up the subject
again, and he hoped she wouldn't. He could never tell her why he really
bought them—he would really disappoint her then.
*
Team Rocket HQ, one night ago
Jessie leaned her head
back against her door as James kissed gently along her neck. She ran her
hands down his sides and hooked her fingers in his belt loops, brushing
them along the bare skin under his t-shirt. James pulled back and kissed
her softly on her lips and was about to pull away to go back to his room,
but Jessie held onto his shirt.
"Wait…Don't you want
to come in for a drink? Or something else?" She whispered hotly.
James stared at her, thinking back on Jessie's
past relationships. They always seemed to end in a bed.
He licked his lips and glanced away.
"N-Not tonight, Jess…"
Jessie blinked as if she hadn't quite understood.
"… 'Not tonight'?"
James rubbed the back of his head.
"I'm a little tired…uh…"
Jessie looked somewhat disappointed, but it changed
to a look of irritation.
"Yeah, okay."
She turned from him and unlocked her door, going
inside.
"Maybe…maybe tomorrow?"
"Maybe."
The door closed. James sighed and stuffed his
hands in his pockets, heading to his room.
*
Present time
"Jessie…" James panted
as he buried his head in her neck.
Jessie gripped his hair as he drove deeper into
her, loving the feeling of being completely surrounded by her. Her softness,
her warmth. She screamed in ecstasy at every thrust he made, increasing
the pleasure James was feeling—it didn't matter to him how much he enjoyed
it, if Jessie didn't like it. He finally came, and rolled off her, pleasantly
spent. James closed his eyes and opened them again, turning his head to
smile brightly at Jessie. But his smile faded as soon as he saw her. She
sat up, running her hands down her loose, damp hair, a little frown etched
upon her beautiful features.
"Jessie? Is something…wrong?"
"Hmm…?" She seemed a
bit distracted. "Oh no, nothing's wrong."
She looked at him.
"So, is this where it
ends?"
James sat up.
"Where what ends?"
Jessie sighed.
"Come on, James…This
is where you tell me that it was fun while it lasted, but now you think
it's best that we give each other a little space and I call you a bastard
and walk out."
James stared at her. She really thought he would
do that? After what they had done?
"Jessie…don't
be ridiculous. Why would I do that?"
"Because you men
are all the same…" she muttered angrily.
It occurred to him. That must've been what happened
to her all those times she came home late, angry and broken up.
"Jessie…"
"You got what you wanted,
didn't you?! Had your free night of passion?"
"Free night of…Jessie,
you think that's all I wanted?"
"Well, isn't it?" She
snapped, turning those venomous eyes of hers on him.
James shook his head.
"Jessie, you've known
me practically all my life now. Do I really seem like the kind of guy who'd
just sleep with someone out of lust?"
Jessie traced the patterns on the covers.
"…No, I guess not…But
why else would you sleep with me?"
"Oh gee, I don't
know," he said, sarcastically. "Maybe…maybe love?"
"Love? Love is all fuckin'
shit."
James looked at her sadly. He hated that these
guys had done this to her. That they had made her give up on love. He had
always wondered why she seemed so cold—as if her very heart was made of
ice.
"All those guys…they
never really cared about me. Truth is…I don't know why I ever went along
with them. It was really a waste…my first, I mean…"
"Mine wasn't," James
whispered.
"Is that supposed to
make me feel better?"
James didn't say anything. Jessie sighed and
looked out the window. James finally spoke.
"I don't want our relationship
to end tonight…"
Jessie looked at him.
"…You really mean that?
You still want to keep dating? Even though we've already…"
James nodded, giving her a soft smile. Jessie
felt herself start to smile, despite herself.
"All right. That's okay,
I guess…"
James smiled at her again and laid back onto
his pillow. Jessie laid down, deciding that she might rethink some things
tonight.
"Jess?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
It was on that night, the ice in Jessie's heart
melted with sheer happiness.
End of the Beginning.