A/N: I'm going to make a disclaimer for this one so I don't get busted for anything.. XD;; This particular one-shot is rated M for sexy times, and Ash and Misty are over 18 (19 and 20 to be exact).

4. Bad Romance

"Why do you think you always have to be right?"

She clutched the thick book in her hands until her knuckles turned white, fire burning in her eyes. What were they even fighting about anymore? It didn't matter; she was still angry enough to yell and curse at him. Emotions unspoken swirled around in the pit of her stomach, and she watched his expression change to that of shock.

"Me being right? Hah! You're 'always right', Misty! You always have to one-up me!"

He had even made the air quotes to mock her, which only made her more furious. He side-stepped just in time, as the giant book went whizzing by his head.

"Don't be stupid, Ash!" she growled, fists now clenched by her sides. "I never try to one-up you! If you could ever get your facts straight, we would never have to fight!"

"See? There you go again about being right! How do you know you ever have your facts straight?"

"That's not what this conversation is about, Ash!"

"Isn't it though? It's what they're all about! Who's right and who's wrong! Or do you just like to be a bitch all the time?"

That had been the last straw.

Like an enraged bull, Misty walked briskly up to Ash and slapped him across the face.

"Ne me parle pas comme ça," she told him in a hushed voice. The fire was still alight in her eyes. Ash saw this, and although he could tell she was seriously angry now, he wasn't done provoking her.

"Sorry, I don't speak French," he muttered sarcastically, though he had a very good idea of what she said. "Talk to me how you would talk to your friends!"

"Je ne veux pas d'être amis!" she yelled, shoving him for his sarcastic remark, and she turned to storm away.

"Speak English, damn it!"

"I don't want to be friends!" she turned around and yelled, face twisted in rage and tears in her eyes. Ash was taken aback by her hurtful words, but knew better than to show it.

"Then what do you want, Misty? What do you want from me?" he asked her, frustrated. He was afraid of where this was going.

She was silent for a moment, the expression on her face changing from rage to completely blank.

"You're sick, Ash."

"Excuse me?" he asked, anger sparking in his heart once again.

"You're sick, and you're vengeful and psychotic... Always surrounded by drama... And you can be such a criminal..." she listed, staring him down with an unknown expression.

"How the hell am I a criminal?" Ash wondered out loud, never receiving an answer.

"And you can act so ugly sometimes!" Misty concluded, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Ash stared at her, half offended by her list of apparent traits of his, half confused by them. "And..."

"And what, Misty? What other horrible things do you think I am?"

"And that's what I want!" she spat, her temper clearly back in place. But now Ash was the bewildered one.

"What do you mean, 'that's what you want'? You just listed a bunch of awful things, Misty, you're not making any sense!"

"You're such a blind asshole, Ash! Je veux ton amour!"

"There you go with that French bullshit-"

"I want you! For what you are and in spite of what you can be!"

There was silence again, and the relief that washed over Misty was soon replaced by regret. He stood there, the strangest of expressions on his face; it was as if he were trying to make sense of it all. He broke the silence with a scoff.

"This is so like you, admitting your feelings for me while insulting me at the same time," he said snidely, and anger bubbled in Misty's chest.

Without a word, she shot him a meaningful glare and turned for the door.

"Misty- hold on-" Ash said after her, walking briskly across the room and grabbed her arm, effectively turning her around. In fear she would still try to leave, he held her firmly by the shoulders.

Angry, tearful eyes bore holes into his head.

"Look, you can be a real bitch- hey!" -she had tried to angrily wriggle her way out of his grasp at this comment, but he held her there- "Listen to me! You can be a bitch sometimes, and ma-maybe even all those things you called me..." He trailed off, and his face flushed for reasons unbeknownst to Misty, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Fuck words."

Very quickly and heatedly, Ash pressed his lips against hers, pulling her in deep by the back of her head. Just as quickly, Misty responded to the kiss- no hesitation- and tried to deepen it more. Soon, hands were all over each other, trying to bring the other one even closer, and Ash was taking off the zipped sweater she was wearing. When it fell to the ground, his hands found their way to the back of her thighs, and he lifted her legs around his torso and carried her to the nearest chair.

Her position became straddled across his lap once he sat down, their lips never parting from the other's. His hands traveled from her legs up her back, catching the hem of her shirt along the way and pulling it up over her head. Misty soon did the same to him, and she only hesitated to continue kissing him when she felt him fingering her bra clasp.

"Ash... i-is this okay? I don't want to push it too far..." she whispered, and her heart fluttered when he looked at her hungrily.

"Yes..." was all he said, and her head spun at the sound of his husky voice. Her kiss was approval to him, and then her bra joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.

A/N: I'm... at a stand-still with this one. I feel like it shouldn't end there, but at the same time it ends nicely without having to go into the nasty details (not that I mind writing them .)... Can someone give me some input on if I should add more or leave it as is?

Anyway, the song is obviously Bad Romance by Gaga. XD

Enjoy, and thanks for reading! Next one will be up after the art for this one is done~