A/N: After getting comments from certain people, I have rewritten the ending that I think is far better and will establish Lyra and Silver's relationship going forward. If you want to read the original, I will post a link to my other accounts when it is uploaded. Enjoy and don't forget to drop a review.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Pokémon


The Ties That Bind
"Use Shadow Claw, Haunter!" Silver ordered his newly evolved Pokémon. The purplish ghost moved with hands outstretched.
"Dodge it and use Flame Wheel!" His sparring partner said to her Quilava.
The fire-type jumped to the side, kicking up sand from the beach they were battling on, and engulfed itself in a fireball, charging full speed at his Pokémon.

"Double Team, let's go!" Six different Haunter's halted the enemy, circling Quilava and mocking it with a childish laugh.
"Nice move." Lyra praised.
"Thanks," he smirked, "Haunter use Shadow Ball!" All six of them emitted a dark ball from their floating hands and aimed it at the surrounded Pokémon.

"Smokescreen!" She shouted quickly. The battlefield became enveloped in thick, dark smoke stopping Haunter's attack.
"Smart." He remarked.

Once the smoke cleared, both Pokémon stood at either end facing each other. They were back at square one in their training. Every move each of them made was effectively countered. After all they've been through, Lyra facing Gym Leaders and Silver training nonstop, they were evenly matched.

Lyra's smooth skin glistened with sheen of sweat under the beaming sun. A single trace ran down the side of his face. They met each other's determined expression and knew it was time to end it.
"Alright, Quilava, use Flame Wheel!"
"Let's finish this. Haunter, Shadow Ball!"
The charging ball of fire was met head-on with a shot of dark energy and the ensuing explosion sent particles of sand flying in every direction. Both shielded their eyes and awaited the dissipation of the smoke. It dispersed rather quickly and resulted in an unconscious Quilava sprawled out in the sand.

"Oh no, Quilava!" Lyra raced to her partner and knelt down at its side. "You were awesome. Take a nice break." She grabbed her Pokéball and called back her Pokémon.
Silver casually walked over, spinning a Pokéball on his fingertips. As he did, he admired the slight gust of wind blowing her untangled hair around. She wore only a tight black t-shirt, suspenders bunched around her thin waist. The warm sunset provided an almost serene backdrop that accentuated her beauty.

"You got me this time," Lyra placed the now shrunken ball back in her pocket. "But I always end up winning in the end."
She linked her arm around his as they walked over to their resting spot overlooking the vast sea. She had started showing plenty of affection towards him that he was still getting used to. Not that he minded. The kisses were getting better, and every so often, he would test her limits. Nothing serious beyond teasing and being a little rough with her, which she liked apparently.

Time apart apparently built sexual tension, as he's come to find out. After spending days apart, they met back up in Olivine City and headed straight to the beach, attacking and jumping on each other every chance they had. He nearly dropped her once when she unexpectedly hopped on his back when they first saw each other in the city. Whether it was deliberate or not, he really liked to mess with her.

Despite the fun they were having, he knew Lyra wanted a more balanced relationship. That meant talking whenever they weren't all over each other. So far, she was the only one sharing small aspects of her life. Her mom held her back from starting a journey because she was worried of the dangers of handling wild Pokémon. But after seeing her friend, Ethan, enjoying himself with his Marill, she felt it was time to let Lyra see the world.

She tried desperately to get any sort of backstory out of him, but he remained a stone wall.
"Why won't you share with me?" She pouted her lips, lying on her stomach and facing his direction.
He stared out at the open sea, watching the waves reach the shore and then quickly retreat. "You probably know more about me than you care to admit."

"I only know your name and that you're angry most of the time. Not so much now." She placed her weary head on her arms, basking in the fading sun's rays, and smiled just as warmly.
He let the sand trickle in and out of his hands to avoid her eyes. She brought out new feelings he never thought he'd have. "It's still there. You just...repress it."

Darkness was quickly approaching. The sun had long set beyond the horizon and only left a few rays poking out of the water's surface. Ripples in the water caused short waves far out in the ocean, slowly making their way to the beach.

"We should get back to the Pokémon Center." Silver stood up and extended his arm down towards her.
She grabbed her belongings, and his coat that she was lying on, and took hold of his hand. "I also know you're a gentle soul when you want to be."

"Uh huh, yeah. I know, mom, I should have called sooner." Lyra sat at the video phone booth, rolling her eyes whenever her mother scolded her.
"I'm doing great. I already won four badges and I'm on my way to the next one."
"That's great, sweetie. It's getting late, you should get some rest."

Silver reclined on a white armchair next to the phones, arms folded on his stomach, fighting off the sleep that tried to consume him. Just as he felt like he lost the fight, a heavy pressure found its way onto his lap, cradling his head and stroking his hair.
"Hey," her whispers tickled the inner depths of his ear. He found it oddly exhilarating. "Let's go to the room."

Still with eyes shut, he held on to her hand as they walked to the bedroom they reserved. He was a bit hesitant to sleep in the same room with her, but the tiredness spreading throughout his body prevented him from saying otherwise. Besides, a bed was much more comfortable than sleeping on benches by the beach like a bum, like he'd done prior to Lyra's arrival.

The room had a single bed with white sheets, a nightstand with a poorly lit lamp, and a desk holding a small TV set in front of the bed. He took off his coat and tossed it aside near the desk. She removed her golden purse and neatly placed it next to the television. A ticking clock with the Center's logo sat above the door, reading a quarter 'til midnight.
Yet, as he fell backwards onto the soft bed, his eyes shot wide open. The clicking of the closing door awoke every nerve in his body and alerted him of the close confines he found himself in.

Lyra sighed tiredly, sitting right beside him and tugging on the bands that held her pigtails. She raked her fingers through her hair, shaking her head side to side to loosen it before reaching for her feet and taking off her white stockings.
"What?" She questioned after rising back up and catching him staring.
"It's nothing," He sat up and scratched the side of his head. "I'm just..."

He paused. He was seeing things in a new light, but conveying complex emotions still bothered him. It didn't help that she leaned forward whenever he talked. It was like his every word was an entry to his mind. And in some ways it was. He was a man of little words, and he made sure to make each word meaningful, hurtful or nice it didn't matter.

"Yooouu're—what?" She asked, her voice carrying a touch of curiosity for whatever was on his mind.
Silver couldn't stop staring at her, looking for any sort of inspiration. He inspected every inch of her face; from her eyes doing the same, to her lips curled up in a sly smile. The same type of smile usually found on his own when he wanted something. Just by studying her face, he knew words were not going to be enough.

He traced a finger down her jaw line, stopping at and cupping her smooth chin. His thumb lightly rubbed her bottom lip resulting in a slight whimper. Lyra's eyes never left his, wondering what he was about to do or say next.
"I'm happy..." An awkward smile followed. With that single admission, he opened up for the first time and felt something other than hate. Confusion mostly. Her doe eyes softened as she put a hand over his. He capitalized on her sympathy and forcefully smacked his lips against hers. She melted into the kiss, allowing him to explore her wet cavern and letting his free hand roam down her slender frame.

Experience with the opposite sex was something he never bothered with. Being kept away from traditional school and constant travel didn't leave him with the necessary skills to interact with girls. Still, instincts seemed to kick in and her moaning dictated each move he made. He slid a hand under her shirt, gently gliding across her sensitive skin and making her shudder in response.

"Oooh-mmm…" She moaned as he now moved down her neck, licking and nipping her fair skin. She tasted far sweeter than he could ever imagine, but with a little something mixed in. Her hands combed through his messy hair; breathing increased as he continued to slide his hand up her smooth stomach.

Once Silver reached her bra, the mood changed entirely. His fingers barely grazed the cup, and the soft skin exposed, before it caused her to pull away from his caresses. Lyra's cheeks matched the fiery hue of his hair, eyes went wide with surprise. But there was a hesitant twinkle hiding beneath the desire her body demanded. Even with little experience, he knew when to stop. She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable; evident by the way her eyes stared into his, pleading with him.

He retracted himself from under her shirt and fell back once more, exhaling a deep breath into his hands as she hovered over him.
"Why'd you stop?" She asked.
"You don't want to do this."
"I do. I want to do this with you, Silver." She proceeded to remove her shirt, revealing a pink lace bra covering her budding breasts, before straddling and pinning him to the bed. "Make me a woman."

Despite having both arms restrained by Lyra, and her entire weight on his body, he had far more strength than her. He attempted to straighten up and easily did which caused her to sit right on top of his lap.
"Having sex won't make you a woman." He said sternly.
She continued to look at him with those innocent eyes. God those eyes, he thought to himself. Why in the world did she have to be so damn loveable?
"But I thought this was what guys wanted?"
"Most guys will take advantage of you at a time like this. I don't want to do that. I'm not going to." He didn't like lecturing her about something he didn't know much about. Yes she was half-naked—on his lap no less—and yes she was beyond beautiful, but if she wasn't ready, he couldn't force himself on her.

Silver watched as she hung her head and quietly let out a huff of breath. Sniffling followed shortly after.
"You must think I'm a slut." She dabbed the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.
"No, I don't."
He could never think of her in that manner. From what he saw on television and what he was offered while on the road, those types of girls hooked up with random guys and dragged them off to a secluded area. They all looked the same as well; thick makeup that made them look more like clowns and clothes too short to cover their entire body. No, Lyra was far from being one of those girls. This was just a momentary lapse of judgment that didn't change his opinion of her.

It made him even more ashamed to think that this girl, this wholesome human being, was offering herself to a man like him. He didn't deserve her.
"I should just leave. You shouldn't get involved with someone like me."
"Don't. I-I need you.." she clasped both hands around his neck and buried herself into his shoulder.

Nobody ever wanted his company before. Nobody bothered to ask seeing as he didn't stay in one place long. The words hit him harder than expected. How could he leave knowing someone needed him?

His hands moved on their own, lifting her head and moving away her bangs. They looked at each other, in spite of the redness overtaking her kind eyes. The clock continued to tick by, providing the only sound in the room as the two teenagers established a connection that was beyond words.