She's On to Us!

Jessie and James made their way back into the campsite with the collected firewood when the sun had fallen behind the horizon and when the moon had came out to play. Before Jessie had called James out when their hands met over the firewood, James had a sort of aroma about him that made him boom with confidence, which was exactly what he needed to win his bottle caps back. However, now, he appeared to have lost that aroma and was acting submissive again. On the other hand, Jessie was the one acting submissive before their hands met, but her confidence was slowly coming back to her: her wall was being repaired one brick after the other.

And that is most definitely not a good sign for James…

After setting the wood down in the ring and eventually getting it started with the same match James always carried around with him (come on, they never have supplies, not even mere matches), James plopped himself onto the floor next to where Meowth was sitting.

"So….how's it goin' wit da plan?" Meowth nonchalantly said as he took a bite of an apple that he wasn't going to share.

"I think she's on to us," James said to the scratch cat.

"And jus' what makes youse tink dat?" Meowth didn't seem to care what James was telling him.

"Well, for one, she almost beat the crap out of me when I just barely touched her hand. Everything was going all and dandy: she was blushing at some of the things I did but she soon caught on. Which obviously means that she won't be acting weak anymore and will be back to her normal self any second! Which also means that she won't blush!" James frantically said to Meowth.

Meowth just took another careless bite of his apple:

"Dat's your problem den."

"WHAT!"

"Figure it outs, Jimmy. Or youse bottle caps ares getting' sold."

James couldn't believe it. Meowth was being totally unreasonable. That damn cat! He knew this was going to happen to me! James was too pissed to try to even reason with the unreasonable again so he walked off and sat next to Jessie. He didn't know what to do. His beloved bottle caps were surely lost.

"What do you want this time, James?"

James panicked at the sound of her voice. He squeaked, too:

"Uhh…"

"Well?"

"Nothing, I guess." James had a sense of whine is his voice. Jessie noted it, but only because his voice that day had been booming with confidence and not to mention seductiveness, otherwise, it would have gone unnoticed.

James fell from his sitting position to lie down on his back, facing up at the moon and the never-ending field of stars.

"Good, because if you are going to start putting your hands all over me again, I will pummel you so hard that you may not have any hands left…or right," Jessie said. But the way she said it was not filled with that much rage but with also a sense of a joke in it as well.

"Haha," James weakly laughed. "I won't. And about that, I am kind of sorry."

"Kind of?" Jessie raised her brows.

"Yep. The truth is, it's all Meowth's fault."

"Is it now?" Jessie laughed a bit. It was always fun to blame one another in the team for something else, even if it was clearly their own fault. She lied herself down on her side right next to James, placing her head on one of his extended arms to face him. She placed one arm on top of James's head and the other over his chest. And then the tables were turned: James began to blush!

He quickly turned his neck to face the opposite way of Jessie's gaze and began to tell her Meowth's scheme:

"After we got lost in the cave today, Meowth thought you were going to be the opposite of you, and act weak and would easily get embarrassed. So, he wanted me to mess with you since you were in that condition and just make you blush. He wanted to see your entire face red. You know how weird and twisted he can be sometimes. I only went along because he stole my bottle caps," James finished, waiting for a PLOP! across his head, especially since her hand was right there within reach.

Luckily, it didn't come…

"Is that all?" Jessie said with such unusual calmness in her voice. That was…unusual. James expected her to be mad and ready to kill. He turned his neck to face her, still with a blush across his face. Jessie couldn't help but to smile.

"Are you not mad?" James flinched, still anticipating a strike. Instead, Jessie began fiddling with James's lavender locks. Which made him blush even more. Oh! the irony!

"Surprisingly not." Her smile grew. It was a very sweet smile that was also quite sincere. Jessie's smile was rare and it made James grow all warm and fuzzy inside: the Butterfrees in his stomach sure were churning.

"And why not?"

PLOP!

"Don't ask questions and just be thankful you're still in one piece."

"Okay," James smiled, too. He rolled over and placed his other arm around Jessie's waist and inched very close to her, almost diminishing any space left between them.

"I thought I said if you touch me again you'll lose your hands?" Jessie raised her brow, smirking at the now fretful James. His eyes grew wide and he became speechless.

"I'm joking, James," she chuckled.

"Not funny," James subtly laughed back.

James scooped Jessie even closer in his arms and pressed her against his chest. She put her head in the crook of James's neck and hugged him even closer. She then thought to herself:

He's so cute when he's afraid! Yes, I'm a little mad that he totally took advantage of me but I know that it is Meowth's fault, and besides, James almost died today. She hugged him really tight at that thought which caused James to let out a grunt of pain.

"Now, about your bottle caps…"