Idiosyncrasy

Ash had a lot of weird habits, habits he rarely showed.

There were a few he couldn't hide, such as almost never taking his gloves off. It was simply bizarre…simply fascinating. And, even with her, he rarely took them off. When his fingers roamed, he never bothered to remove them. Cloth covered hands held her close, caressed her cheek. She had seen them before. There was no bump of scars, no deformity, but soft, smooth skin tossed between the strangely calloused palms when the fabric rubbed and toughened up the skin.

He didn't know, at least, she doubted he did, how she was desperately curious about what could possibly under his gloves that he didn't think was okay to touch her with. He didn't know how her mind simply wrapped around the strange habit of keeping those gloves on and refused to let go. Whereas some girls would be content to spend hours thinking about their boyfriend's smile or muscular body or the cute way he laughed, she gawked at her ceiling and tried not to scream her frustration about how those gloves could possibly always, always stay on, except around water! He had to take them off sometimes! How could he be that damn comfortable in gloves?

She went slightly crazy one day, snatching him away from his friends and pulling him up to her room. The door slammed, and they ignored the wolf whistles and cat calls coming form downstairs. Instead, Misty tossed him to her bed and jumped on top of him, and they boy went from surprised to turned on faster than she had ever scene him go. Granted, she had just wanted to pin him so she could yell at him for wearing his freaking gloves, but as his tongue flicked inside her mouth she couldn't exactly remember what she had been pinning him for.

Meanwhile, Ash was enjoying the sexiest surprise he had ever gotten, in fact, the only sexy surprise he had ever had. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, wondering how far he was going to get this time. He hoped he was going to get to touch some fun parts he didn't have. He liked the fun parts, especially the two upstairs he had often seen through the fabric of a bathing suit but never touched.

He made his attempt, hand skimming under her shirt when suddenly she yanked away, beaming. One finger was up in the air and she burst through heavy breaths, "That's it! That's what I was trying to tell you! Ash, you…how far did you think you were getting that I'm feeling something poke into my thigh?"

He flushed and covered his face. "Just take it as a compliment, please."

"It feels kinda small," she taunted.

He yanked his hands away and sat up quickly, glaring. "Now that's uncool. I've never called your boobs small and we both know that they're no prizes. May's got a huge pair of knockers but I don't compare them to yours because…" He caught sight of her furious eyes. "I love you?"

"Keep that up and you'll never get to find out how big they really are," she snarled. Then, paused and shifted uncomfortably. "She wears padded push-ups. Anyway, I wanted to ask you what the freaky thing is that you have with gloves. You never take them off! And it…it's weird that you can wear them when you're kissing me! Nobody doesn't that, it's not romantic at all. You should take them off to kiss me."

He shrugged and pulled them off, revealing tan lined hands, and placed them on her waist. In a second, she recoiled, and shook her head furiously.

"Never mind. I feel like I'm being touched by a stranger. Put the gloves on." She pushed him down harder and smiled. "Besides, I guess it could be sexy, you know. Since you're a trainer and all. I've heard that women have their husbands wear their uniforms to bed and other stuff like that. So this could be…wait, before I get off track and we start kissing, could you at least tell me why you always wear those gloves?"

He shrugged. "They're comfy. Can we kiss now?"

She bit her lip. "Huh, now that we've taken the mystery out of it, it's not nearly as sexy anymore. Maybe the only reason I was attracted to you in the first place was because you were so mysterious. No I'm not turned on at all. I guess it's time to end it Ash, go our separate ways and move on with our lives."

Ash pushed his lips to hers, sure to take the time to tug at her bottom lip before kissing along her jaw line and neck, smiling when he heard her whisper, "Think you can feel size good enough through those gloves?"