"So why are you here? What is your real business?" Delia began the questioning of her husband. Could she still call him that? She still had the ring and never filed for any divorce, so in every sense of the word, Red and Delia are still husband and wife. The latter eyed the man carefully, keeping her body's desires in check. The intense heat of her body wanting his touch was overwhelming, but Delia wouldn't give in to it.

She wouldn't give into his devilishly handsome face and piercing gaze that was focused elsewhere. His broad shoulders were plainly visible for her to see, his back facing her instead. He was looking out the horizon in a way that Delia found incredible; she remembered the way he touched her earlier, using his fingers to slowly make her succumb to his stroke, his hand to send electricity coursing wildly through her body, and his kiss to make her ignore the anger she once had. Deep down, she wanted to kiss him again, but on the other hand, she refused to let him control her like that. She would win.

"I told you earlier that I was here to check on the place," Red crossed his arms. He kept his eyes closed, else he'll do something to Delia he didn't want. His desires didn't go THAT far; he'll never do anything diabolical to Delia.

"Cut the crap and tell me the real truth!" Delia shouted back. "I don't want lies! I want the truth!"

Red did not care about her shouting. He knew Delia would want to skip the pleasantries and focus on the main topic.

"Regarding back to the attack on New Bark I told you about, I was afraid something might happen here as well. Team Rocket kidnapped Prof. Elm and I feared they may try to kidnap Prof. Oak as well. I stayed close by to make sure no harm befell my home and everyone in it. So the reason I'm here is to protect the town from Team Rocket. They're still heavily active, and we don't know what they're planning," Red said instead.

"We?" Delia raised a brow. "There's someone else helping you out?"

Red mentally cursed himself for that little slip of the tongue. He didn't want to reveal the presence of his colleagues, but he had no choice now after letting it slip. The chances of Delia overpowering Red though in this conversation is ridiculously low though, and the latter could tell that's what Delia intended to do.

"…Yeah, a group of people," he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Someone of us, me for example, operate from the shadows while others act in the open, but keep their information a secret."

"And who are these people and the…organization you work with?" Delia placed her hands on her hips. Red didn't respond though, making the woman frown deeply. "Answer me!"

"…What would you say if I told you one of my reasons for leaving was to work in the shadows to keep people like Team Rocket in check?" Delia's confused face begged Red to continue. "What if I told you that every single day, I was out in the world to tackle poachers and people wanting to enslave Pokémon for world domination, surviving against Pokémon and humans aiming to murder me and tear me limb from limb?"

Delia was unable to respond. She spent a few seconds pondering Red's question. "Is that true?" Her voice was soft and concerned this time. She wasn't entirely mean to him. If he was risking his life, she would want to find out in what way.

Red nodded once. "I've been doing a lot more, but that's the gist of it," he sighed. Guess it's time to come clean, he thought.

"I work for an organization known as the G-Men. We, as I mentioned before, collaborate with one another to protect people and Pokémon from others with malicious intent. Poachers for example are a main problem, but others like Team Rocket are also a huge threat. After their attack, Team Rocket retreated. We've been on the move to figure out what they're planning, but so far, we're still in the dark. A colleague of mine will contact me when they figure it out, but in the meantime, I am making sure nothing happens to my hometown."

"Okay, we're getting somewhere," Delia nodded back. "And this organization, the G-Men, can you tell me some of its members?"

"Remember Green and Blue?" Delia nodded again. "They're part of it too. Both are currently in the Sinnoh region. Why? Because Team Rocket has eyes everywhere. Kanto and Johto are not the only regions Team Rocket have established themselves in. They have operatives in Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos, but are more powerful here and in Johto. Since I'm still here in Kanto, Green¹ wanted me to look after his father, make sure nothing happened to him."

"What would Team Rocket want with Prof. Oak?"

Red shrugged his shoulders. "I assume the same reason they kidnapped Prof. Elm. Like I said, I don't know what their plan is."

Delia gave a soft hum as she pondered her next question, but that was really all she wanted to know, except…

"What about Ash?! Is he alright?!" Her frantic voice made Red open his eyes and study her movements.

"I…don't know," he never received confirmation on his safety. He's been waiting for Lance to contact him, but the dragon trainer never did. "I'm still waiting for the member stationed in that town to contact me."

"So you don't know?" Red shook his head and stared at the ground.

"Unfortunately, but I'm sure he's fine. Ash has friends with him, and if I'm not mistaking, the town's Guardian should be around those parts."

"Guardian?"

"New Bark's Guardian is also a member of the G-Men; he is one of our strongest members in fact. Green, Hayate the Guardian, Lance, and I are only four of our main trainers. The Guardian though handles danger around his home, so it's been a while since I last saw him. Our missions keep us very busy and scattered through the region, so it's not often we see one another."

"And Ash is around this Guardian?"

"He should be, and that means he has great protection. Ash is safe and sound; I guarantee it."

Delia managed a smile, relief pouring from her frame. She felt like her lifespan has decreased a bit for worrying too much, but Red soothed her worries. He had an amazing gift at doing that, no matter how stressed out she became, he knew some way to relief it, not through sexual means either.

"Is that all?" her cheeks turned red from the thoughts. "Do you have any more questions for me? If not, I have to take my leave."

"Wait, don't go yet," Delia stepped a little closer. He couldn't leave now; she still had many questions to ask him. "Can you give me some way of contacting you?"

Red fixed her with a confused stare. He wasn't expecting this. "Why?"

"If something happens, I can contact you."

"I was under the impression that you didn't me around," Red crossed his arms. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Don't get the wrong idea," she stated back. "This doesn't change anything, but you are the best person to call should something go wrong."

Red held back a smirk; he still noticed Delia's flushed face. Her movements became more normal, but there was a slight wiggle in her hips every now and then.

"There's no need for that; I have someone within the town to let me know if anything happens. That's how I know what's going on with you and Ash; they keep me up to date," he told her.

"And just who is this person?" Delia placed a hand on her hip. If it was someone in town, they had to know her pretty well. Could it be Oak? No, that would be too obvious, and Red wouldn't want the old man getting involved in something so dangerous.

"If I told you, you would only be angry, and I wish to avoid that," he had a certain way about avoiding questions that never ceased to irritate Delia. "Anything else?"

She bit her bottom lip. The heat in her body was starting to return, feeding her questions to ask him, but she didn't want to. She would be playing into his hands if she did.

"Yeah, are you going to be leaving again soon?"

Now Red was even more confused. Delia asked another unexpected question about him. He keeps expecting more about his job and what he's been doing, but Delia's line of question is strange.

"Until I receive notification of a new assignment, I intend to stay around. There's a cabin deep in the forest next to Pallet I built and currently live in. Some of my Pokémon are there right now."

"I see," was all she said.

"Why? Going to miss me?" Red smirked at his wife, whose face turned a deeper shade of red.

"No! I was just making sure so it won't come as a surprise," she denied it, but Red could tell she was lying.

"Is that so? And here I thought you actually cared. Guess I was wrong to assume anything."

"You won't make me succumb to your charm," Delia declared, watching Red smile wider.

"So I'm still charming huh. Nice to know you still think that way about me," he held back a snicker as Delia tried to recompose herself. He enjoyed teasing her; she produced the best reactions. If given the chance, she would tease back.

"I do not think about you like that," the Ketchum Matriarch averted her gaze to the side. "You're just twisting my words to suit your own needs."

"I know your needs," Red stated. Delia tensed up a bit, afraid to make eye-contact with her husband. "I know what you're thinking, what you're trying to hide; don't think I haven't noticed the way you keep staring at me."

"I-I have no idea what you're t-talking about," Delia's face was as red as a tomato-berry.

"Then why are you so nervous?" Red questioned back.

"I'm not nervous! Why would I be nervous?" She folded her arms again, trying to remain strong.

"I don't know; you tell me," Red took a single step forward, making Delia take a step back. "Earlier, you seemed to give in to your desires when I kissed you. Are they still in your mind?" Delia forgot how fast Red is; he suddenly appeared behind her and whispered the question in her ear.

Before she could react, his hand slapped over her mouth to keep her quiet while the other drove into her skirt, entered the cage of her panties, and instructed its fingers to touch her pussy. A strong scream became suppressed by Red's hand covering her lips. Delia tried to push him off, but she grew weak when his fingers entered her and began moving erratically. Her body shook with each thrust of his hand, trembling nervously as she gripped his wrist and clutched it forcefully.

'No, stop; don't do this to me.' Delia fought her body's turmoil. She didn't want to give in to her husband, but the electricity running through her veins was like a drug, and she soon became heavily addicted to it.

"You're getting excited," Red continued to whisper. "Does it feel good to be touched like this after so long?" his fingers started to retract, but Delia hated the slight disappointment that came with it. Her mouth became free of his clutches, only to became trapped in Red's grip again as he slammed his lips over hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth where it ravished the inside like hungry animal. He had his wife's wrists in a death grip, slowly pushing her arms down and around her back like last time. He rubbed her hand against his crotch, where she could feel the bulge getting larger.

"Hanako!" he screamed at her. "Hey, Hanako!" she never responded. "HANAKO!"

Delia's eyes snapped open, a heavy gasp filling her lungs as the man before her fixed her with a concern stare. She just clocked out for a moment and wouldn't respond to anything. Her mind left the vicinity, and judging by the way her body swayed more erotically, Red deduced she was having thoughts about him.

"You okay?" he inquired, drawing her focus.

"What? What happened?" she instinctively covered her body and stepped backwards. Was she dreaming? Did she actually have a dream about Red touching her? Why? Why was she dreaming about like that when she wanted to be angry at him? Why couldn't she muster the anger needed? He didn't have her heart so why was it difficult to be angry at him? Her mind tried to answer such questions.

"You blacked out on me," Red told her, but she didn't hear him. She was too engrossed in her thoughts that everything he said went over her head.

Red tilted his head a little and approached the contemplating Delia. He turned invisible due to her obliviousness, causing a mischievous smile to form on his lips.

"This will be fun," his eyes roamed to her chest, spotting the large amount of cleavage she revealed. His tongue licked his lips, which he pressed against Delia's as his hands lifted her glorious mounds.

Delia's mind suddenly went blank, a sudden burst of ecstasy fueling her thoughts. Without thinking, Delia closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her. She could feel something caressing her form and decided to open her eyes, but the first thing she noticed was Red kissing her and fondling her chest. The worst part of it is she let it happen.

It was just a simple kiss, which pissed her off all the more for allowing it, but as her body started to give up, her mind managed to stay focus long enough for Delia to forcefully push her body against Red's and move him back. Their lips separated with a trail of saliva connecting them, and Delia panted hard as she glared evil daggers at the man before her.

"About time you woke up," was all he said.

A sudden burst of anger fueled her thoughts. Without thinking, Delia charged at Red and waved her hand vehemently towards his face. However, he dodged and made Delia stumble forward.

"The last slap you gave me hurt a little, but I won't let you hit me twice," he told her, almost tauntingly. Delia let out a growl and attacked again, throwing slap after slap, but her husband effortlessly avoided each one. "You won't hit me; my reflexes are on another level than yours."

"Shut up!" She screamed back, her slaps turning into punches. Red simply smiled at his wife's endeavors and decided to play with her more. He dodged the first punch and slapped Delia on the ass.

"Still firm and round," he grinned lecherously. Delia only grew more infuriated. She charged him again, but Red twirled around her and gave her butt another slap and then briefly squeezed her left breast. The moan that escaped her lips made Red smile more while making Delia bare her teeth even more.

"Your breasts are as big as I remember, still nice and soft," Red was having way too much fun with this.

"You bastard!" Delia cursed him.

"If you stop attacking me, you wouldn't be giving me openings to feel you up with," he grabbed her wrist, stopping her punch from colliding with his face. Delia tried to pull away, but Red refused to let go.

"Let me go," she demanded with a sneer. "Let me go right now!"

"Not until you listen to me," Red shook his head, a light smirk still plastered on his lips. "You promised you would if I answered all your questions."

Delia frowned deeper. She did promise that, but now she greatly regrets doing so.

"Fine, what excuses do you have to say?"

Red released her wrist, and she immediately backed away while holding it. Her panting intensified, her flushed face leaving an unbearably strong urge to make another move on her, and Red could barely contain himself. He watched Delia turn around, her back facing him. His footsteps made the woman shake a little, her body tensing up yet again.

"I never stopped thinking about you," he told her. She eventually straightened up, allowing Red to encircle his arms around her waist.

"No! Don't touch me!" Delia tried to snake her way free, but Red pulled her body close to his and nibbled on her neck. A gasp escaped Delia's lips followed by soft moan. Her struggles ceased as Red planted butterfly kisses on the nape of her neck.

"No matter what challenges I faced, you were always on my mind," he told her. "Every mission I was on could never block out of the image of you and your stunning form."

If Delia could turn any redder, she would. By now, she never realized that her arm rested around her husband's, nor did she realize that her fingers tried to lace with his.

"You're lying," she claimed. "You're just saying that to make me feel flustered, and when I let my guard down, you'll take advantage of me."

"…Is that what you think of me now?" they whispered to each other, afraid to raise their voices higher. "Have I really sunk so low in your eyes?"

"What do you think?" she snarled. "You abandoned us for seven years. Seven. Years. And you want me to just let you in with open arms? I don't think so."

"I didn't abandon you."

"Liar! I told you I don't want lies!" She was the first to break the soft conversion. Her scream echoed around them for a short moment, silence filling the empty void afterwards. The two remained as they were, until Red decided to move away. He released Delia and turned around, walking to the edge of the hill where he gazed at the town he grew up in. He couldn't blame Delia for thinking such a thing; the years apart have been long after all. However, Red had his own personal reason for leaving the way he did. He doubt Delia would believe him though if he told her.

"No more lies Red," Delia spoke up again. "No more beating around the bush; why did you abandon us?"

"I didn't Hanako," he restated. "I promise; I would never abandon you and Ash."

"Then why did you do it this time? How is what you did not the same thing as abandonment?"

"Because unlike most bastards, I kept my eye on you and Ash instead of vanishing off the face of the earth; I didn't just leave without making sure you two were okay."

"Yeah thanks very much for watching over us," Delia's sarcasm was clearly evident. "That makes me feel soooo much better."

Red sighed again. "What did you want me to do? Didn't I send you those gifts and letters?" he asked back, his voice rising as well.

"And that makes it better? That makes seven years of loneliness seem not so bad?"

"You misunderstand Hanako," Red sighed heavily, tired of repeating himself.

"Misunderstand what? What could I possibly be misunderstanding?" Delia stomped forward, her fists clenched tightly. The rage she held earlier in the morning started to flow back into her. "Please enlighten me because I would love to know what I could possibly misunderstand about your intentions to abandon us."

"I didn't abandon you!" the man shouted and turned sharply to glare at his wife. "Why do you think that?"

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because my husband has been out of my life for seven fucking years and only now decides to make his presence known!" Delia placed a hand over her chest. "I appreciate the letters and gifts, they were really romantic and I'm glad to have heard SOME news about you, but there is a thing called video phone. You could've contacted me privately."

"I wanted to, but the line could be traced back to you, whereas sending a letter is more unexpected. Hardly anyone sends letters now; at least through that method I could inform you of my trips and see how you're doing. My contact here though decided to keep me posted on you instead, but I still sent you letters to know I'm still doing well," Red stepped closer, nearing the distance between him and Delia.

"Who is this contact? Do they know me?"

"Hanako everyone knows each other here in Pallet Town," Red pointed out while shaking his head. He averted his gaze for a brief moment before letting loose one more sigh. "It's Prof. Oak; he's my contact here."

"Samuel," Delia whispered. She knew it! She knew it had to be someone like Oak that would be able to relay messages to Red while making himself appear inconspicuous about their meetings.

"Yeah, the old man is the one who keeps me posted on Pallet Town's days. He's the reason I know Ash is in Johto."

"So you can tell Prof. Oak about this, but not your own wife?!" Delia came closer. "You can trust this with someone else, but not the woman you swore your life to?"

"Hanako, I—"

"Am your wife!" Delia interrupted with a fierce step towards him. Their bodies were only inches apart, but both were unaware of the closeness. Delia jabbed a finger in her husband's chest. "I am your wife, your lover, your significant other, and I should not have gone through such torment! The fact that you placed someone else ahead of me makes me even angrier because it is highly implied that I, as your wife, should come first. My safety should come first, my well-being should come first," she looked him dead in the eye, their faces merely centimeters away. They could feel the other's breath touch their lips, but neither made a move. It was a game of wits, and the first one to make a move basically admitted that they were wrong.

"My happiness should come first," Delia continued in an angry whisper. "How many days have gone by where I awaited your return, only to be disappointed year after year and felt a giant hole puncture my heart? While you were off doing your missions, I was here trying to raise our son. He missed you; I would sometimes overhear him wondering where you might be, but I never had the heart to tell him anything. What kind of father walks out on his son, who was five years old at the time? Answer me that," her eyes narrowed, challenging Red to continue their bout. Both couldn't afford to slip up.

"You do come first," Red chose his words carefully. "Your happiness and well-being is exactly why I had to leave in the first place. If I stayed, you and Ash would most likely be dead and buried six feet under, or taken prisoner and used to twist my arm," he saw Delia give no noticeable twitch. "I am a man of many things, but one who endangers his family is not of them. 'Protect what you love' is what the Guardian of New Bark always say. The only way I could protect you and Ash while keeping Team Rocket away was to leave. Going on a journey was merely a lie I told you to keep your nose where it didn't belong."

"So I have no right to know what my husband was doing?"

"You have no place in it," he said back. "Your life would be in constant danger if you knew what I was planning."

"My life would be in danger even if I did know. Team Rocket would have gathered info on your loved ones if they really cared, but obviously they didn't because none of them came looking for me."

"And why do you think that is?" Red crossed his arm, a smirk growing on his face. Delia turned her head with a 'hmph.' She walked right into that one.

Red stared in silence at his wife. She was really bent on making him feel guilty, but what she didn't know is that he already was. He knew he messed up his plans, but when the missions became too strenuous and time consuming, he found himself unable to figure out any way to make it all right. By the time he figured something out, a couple of years already passed by. To think, that much time went by in the blink of an eye; he blamed Team Rocket, but not just them. He never told Delia, but Team Rocket weren't the only organization out there with malicious plans.

Team Aqua and Team Magma were prominent in the Hoenn region. A once powerful organization called Cipher worked in the shadows of the Orre region. Moving on to Sinnoh, Team Galactic stood strong. In Red's opinion, Galactic were even more powerful than Team Rocket; however, rumor has it that the two are actually working together. Then, there's Team Plasma in Unova, and Team Flare in Kalos. Each organization demands their own thing, and it's because of them that Red has been away for so long.

"Why didn't you move on?" Red asked his wife, startling her because of the sudden silence that washed over them. "I would think a beautiful woman like you would have found someone else by now."

Delia tried not to blush at his compliment, but she failed horribly at it. She didn't like the way her hips swayed a little in joy from the compliment, nor did she like how her body stepped closer to Red.

"I couldn't let you go," she revealed the wedding ring on her finger. "You were just too hard to get rid of."

She felt Red's hand clasp around hers and his thumb rub along the back of it.

"Let go," she demanded, but she never showed any signs of wanting it to happen. Red pulled her closer, her body crashing into his as her bountiful chest pressed against his. "I said let go!"

"No," Delia still gave no signs of resistance. Red could tell she was at her limit; it was a well fought battle between them, but a tie is impossible in this sort of bout. There could be only one winner, and at the moment, Red was ahead. "Face it Hanako, you can't deny it any longer."

"That's what you think," her voice cracked a little. "You think I'm going to give in and let you win," her head snapped towards him, eyes stained with tears. She shouldn't be crying, but processing everything that's been said sent her through many emotions. She was angry at the same time, unable to contain the tears that came along with the emotion. "Well you're wrong. I will not succumb to your evil ways, nor will I let you throw me into more depression."

"…Why are you depressed?"

"Because you left me all alone!" the words echoed around them. Red let the exclamation sink in for a bit before closing his eyes with a heavy inhale and release. "You claim that your departure was to keep me and Ash safe. However, how much of that is actually true? Why should I believe anything you tell me when all you're doing is keeping secrets from me?"

"Curiosity killed the cat," was all Red said.

"And keeping secrets is what drives couples apart!" Delia retorted. "We're supposed to be a team, but you don't have enough faith in me to hold us together," the tears came full fall, scaling down her cheeks as she continued to glare at Red. "So why should I believe anything you say? You wanted to leave us, and you chose to leave us. You didn't want anything to do with us anymore, not with our friends, not with our son..."

She bit her bottom lip. "And not with me."

Her husband stared back in silence. He reached out a dried the tears ruining her beautiful face.

"Is that what you think?" he cupped her chin and raised it slightly. "Do you really believe I left because I was unhappy here?"

"I was so lonely without you," she answered back. "No matter what I did, I could never forget your face. Most nights I would cry myself to sleep because I missed you so much. I would be unable to sleep some nights because I stayed up thinking about you and where you might be. I'm an emotional woman and a hopeless romantic, so you can imagine just how heartbroken I was during your absence."

The entire time, Red never let go of Delia's wrist. Neither realized it was still being held, but Delia was squeezing Red's hand as if her life depended on it.

"We were so close, so much in love, and enjoyed every second of our marriage," Delia went on. "I had so many fun times and great experiences, but watching you walk away was like a knife to the heart. I had so many things to say, but I couldn't get them out. I wanted to stop you, but I could never find the words. I wanted you to come back and be at my side, but now I just want to scream at you. I want you know the pain I felt, the misery I have endured. I want to say I hate you, but damn it my heart won't let me! Why did you do it?! Why did you leave me?! Why? WHY? WHY!?" she pounded his chest with her free hand.

In that moment, Red stopped Delia from hitting him by wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pulling her into a tight embrace. He could feel her start to relax in his arms, her sobbing reduced to light sniffles. It shattered his heart to hear her cry, to hear her sound so broken and isolated. Did he really cause such pain? Was his paranoia really distrustful? Red never wanted to hurt her; he wanted to keep her safe, but it seems he only succeeded in causing grief than happiness.

"Hanako," he said her name softly and raised her chin to stare into her amber eyes. "I want you to understand that I was only looking out for your safety," he gently placed a kiss on the bridge between her eyes. "I know how ruthless Team Rocket can be, and the fear of you and Ash being caught in the crossfire terrified me too much. I won't lie, there were many days I too found myself unable to sleep. You were the first person to enter my mind, and all I wanted was to see your smile again," he kissed her forehead while wrapping his arms tighter around her hips. His fingers slid through her hair, a soothing moan escaping his wife's lips as she placed her head on his shoulder, snaking her arms around his back. It seems there was a tie here after all.

"Do you still love me?" Delia broke the silence.

"Without a doubt," Red could her heart beat against his chest. He used his aura to gauge her emotions, witnessing the rage of crimson die down. That was all he cared about, no color of anger bouncing off her frame. "That's why I had to leave. I was afraid someone would come after you, and if that happened, no one would stop me from coming to your rescue."

Her cheeks were really warm in his hands, which caressed them ever so softly. The softness of her plump skin ignited a fire that slowly burned inside the man, spreading from his fingertips to his palms, and then from his hands to the rest of his body. The fire was weak, but as he placed his lips over Delia's, the fire exploded, engulfing both in a vehement sensation of passion.

They took it slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm the other, but the longer it lasted, the more they desired. The fire from Red spread onto Delia, her lips succumbing to the familiar tingling that drew her closer. From her face to her chest, Delia returned Red's kiss. She didn't want it to end, but lack of oxygen forced them apart. The kiss, while simple, had a strong fire to it.

"Do you forgive me?" Red and Delia traded looks, amber meeting light red for the umpteenth time. "If there is any love for me left in your heart, please listen to it. I'll admit I fucked up, but your safety means much more to me."

Delia looked away for a moment, pondering what her own feelings might be. Her heart knew, but not her mind, which was a jumbled mess of swirling emotions. On one side, she was happy because her husband finally came back. However, on another side, she was angry because of the pain and torment he caused her with his decisions. And yet, on one last side, all she wanted was to be held and touched by him like he used to do all those years ago. She was at crossroads, struggling to figure out which side had the better argument.

"How far," she said softly. "Are you willing to go to earn my forgiveness?"

A side look told Red that the wrong answer meant things were through. The look in her eye essentially told him, "Say one wrong thing, and this will be the last thing we do with each other."

"I'll do anything," he declared, watching anxiously for her reaction. When nothing came, he felt a sense of dread fill his chest. Did he say the wrong thing? Was this the part where she told him to leave and never speak to her again? Or is it both and it was a distraction to deliver the punishing strike?

"Anything?" she repeated back. "You'll do anything?"

"Yes," he said without hesitation.

"No matter my conditions, you will abide by them?"

"Without any complaints."

Delia closed her eyes and opened them again with new thoughts in mind. This was her chance to see if everything he said was a lie.

"I'm willing then," she sighed. "To give you another chance," she faced him. "If you want my forgiveness, you will do what I say, without question. Failure to comply will result in immediate departure, in which I want you to leave and stay out of my life. Am I understood?"

"Crystal," the nod confirmed Delia's test. The reward was another kiss, in which her lips brushed Red's in a teasing manner, mixed with blistering passion and intense demanding. She wanted to lose herself in the sensation while testing the waters. The air around them blocked out their other senses, prohibiting coherent thoughts from entering the barrier.

"Red," Delia whispered in a sultry voice, as if savoring the name with each prolonged letter she voiced. She saw him smile and clasped her hands on either side of his face, her thumbs caressing his cheek while both hands pulled him back for another kiss. Their breaths mingled together, and their entire presence escaped the vastness of the world to stand together in a black void, deprived of any other lifeforms except themselves. Words could never begin to describe the slow and soft flame that flickered in their chest, growing stronger as the couple pressed their bodies as close as possible.

Red's thumb glided down Delia's spine, urging her to press closer until not even the tiniest gap remained. Together, they could feel the beating of one another's heart against their chest, and that was only a fraction of what they wished to feel.

"Take me home," Delia requested. Next thing she knew, flashbacks of her wedding entered her mind as she was being carried like a bride. She couldn't help the blush that crept onto her cheeks, but she didn't care. "I tried to prevent this," she pecked his cheek. "I didn't want to give in," another peck touched his cheek. "But now I can't resist it anymore."

It was a short distance to the Ketchum residence, and by the time they arrived, Delia finished her assault on Red's cheeks, pressing kiss after kiss on his skin. They were like soft whispers, faint and brief, but highly addictive. She never stopped feeling his chiseled features, splaying her hand over his chest to experience the perfection of expertly crafted muscles. If this is how Ash would look in the future, she would need to teach him how to protect himself from their onslaught.

"Mimey is at Oak's lab," she told Red as she opened the door and pushed it open. "We have the entire place to ourselves," she watched Red move inside before closing and locking the door back. Her back touched the wood as she observed Red like a predator, her tongue licking her lips as if staring at a delectable piece of meat.

"This place brings back memories," Red commented on the cleanliness and nostalgia of his current surroundings. It's been ages since he stepped foot in his old home, and Delia did a wonderful job keeping it neat and tidy. "Do you still have the pictures of—"

He never finished his sentence once Delia moved forward. Even she couldn't believe her sudden of speed, but her attack proved successful regardless. The Ketchum mother tackled him to the ground while throwing her arms around his neck, slamming her lips on his. It was brief, but it got her message across. Words were now forbidden, only their actions could convey what they were saying. With those actions, Delia switched her gaze from Red's lips to his eyes, planting a soft kiss in between them.

Red touched her hips and beckoned her closer, relishing in the heat flaring between them. The air was filled with spirits that demanded they continue, and in that moment where the little amount of light shined down on them, Red burned the image of the categorically glowing woman into his memory. Delia's form radiated brilliant under the soft light, and she could tell by the awed look on her husband's face that he was classifying her as a goddess. Her smile made Red's heart throb and forced his arms to encircle her hips like a protective wrapping. Delia leaned closer and opened her mouth to give Red a deep kiss.

The world around them faded again, deactivating their brains in the process. Instead, their entire body became addicted to the mass eviction of air escaping their lungs. Nothing could stop their mouths from shifting accordingly to the shape of the other's lips and interrupt the smoldering flames that encased them in a fiery dance of fireworks.

Delia's arms squeezed her husband's head against hers, using her fingers to trace their way through the spiky labyrinth that was Red's hair. At the same time, Red's fingers took the time to re-familiarize themselves with Delia's goddess like curves and thighs. A giggle escaped Delia's lips at being tickled; she counterattacked by slowly grinding her hips against Red's hands and pelvis. The light groan that filled her ears forced a smile to grow on her face, making her move harder against the floored trainer.

Their lips retracted and hot breath touched them rapidly. Delia straddled Red's waist, placing her hands on his chest and giving them a good feel. She longed to touch them directly, feeling their hot skin send her fingers ablaze, but she wanted to savor the moment.

"How badly do you want me?" she broke the forbidden rule. Her grinding resumed, and something hard poked her butt. "Tell me how badly you want me."

"Very badly," Red groaned out. He attempted to feel her breasts, but Delia smacked his hand away and pinned them to the ground.

"No, you haven't earned the right to feel them," she frowned. "Touch what you haven't earned and I'll end it here, understand?" Red nodded back with an irritated look. Delia smiled on the other hand; she had total control over him. "Don't forget; obey me and I'll give you my forgiveness, but do anything out of line and I'll see to it that you never touch any of this again," she guided her hand all over her stunning body. Teasing is a little hobby of hers, and she would make sure Red felt the full sting of it.

"Now move to the couch and sit down," she stood up and pointed to their next destination. He didn't have a say in the matter, and the challenging smirk on Delia's face didn't help at all. Red could only obey his wife and take a seat where she wanted him to.

Smiling mischievously, Delia undid more of her top. Her cleavage caught Red's eye until the slowly pendulum of her swaying hips entered the equation.

"I can tell you're hard," Delia touched Red's package and began moving her hand tauntingly. She watched him shift ever so slightly and try not to let her take control. "This hasn't been inside me for years, so I wonder how much you can endure when I touch it," she positioned herself over his package. Red's groans of pleasure sent her over the top, moving to claim his lips yet again. He gave no resistance to her tongue ravishing the inside of his mouth, nor did he resist her grinding hips. Lustful moans rushed from Delia's lips, her tongue swirling around Red's before her lips pressed to his again.

"Time to test your endurance."

Delia unbuttoned her top and revealed the light blue lace bra barely containing her mountains. Red swallowed the lump in his throat, the hypnotizing jiggle of her mounds making him grow larger in his pants.

"I'll let you touch them, IF, you can hold out for five minutes," Delia's next attack exposed Red's hard member for both to see and kneeling in front of it. "If you can hold it back for five minutes, I'll let you touch my breasts, but if you fail," she suddenly grabbed Red's member and squeezed it tight, making him cry out in pain. "More stuff like this awaits you. Are we in agreement?"

"I don't have a choice either way," was his response, earning a kiss on the tip of his member.

"That's right; don't worry, just sit back and enjoy yourself," Delia appraised his member for a second. She felt nervous now, forgetting that this will actually go inside her. She never had sex after Red left. Instead, she stuck to masturbation, but the real thing was a lot better than the pseudo version, in her opinion. Her mouth was a couple inches away from it, as her eyes roamed her prize, her insides began to knot together. In all her life, Red became the only man to enter her. No other man has earned the same privilege, and now, she intended to keep things that way.

"Say you love me," she feasted her eye on Red's, waiting with pleading eyes to hear those three or more words.

"I love you Hanako," he touched her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. It was within rules so she allowed it.

"Thank you," the woman lowered her mouth around his member. In one fluent strike, she took in the entire length of him. A salty substance touched her taste buds, and it was powerful enough to make a familiar ache throb in between her legs. Delia moved her mouth up and down on her husband's member for a while and then paid attention to the head. Her moist tongue whirled around it while a familiar scent invaded her nostrils. A great sense of nostalgia washed over her, thinking how much time has passed since she smelled such an erotic scent that wasn't her own.

Her lips clamped back down on the hard pole in her mouth, giving a hard suck that caused Red to grip the couch pillows tightly and elicit a gasp of veritable pleasure. Her mouth continued to move along the length, but at the same time, Delia's own body was in need of pleasure as well, especially the region between her legs. There was a great pulsation in need of remedying, and it seemed like Red could tell.

"Is this acceptable?" Red's sock covered feet rubbed Delia's clitoris lightly. A muffled moan rushed from the woman's lips in response and egged her on further. She increased the speed of her bobs and sucked harder. Placing her hands on Red's thigh, she took more of him in and spread her legs for Red to continue rubbing his foot against her incredibly wet pussy. That was the answer to his question, and he had no complaints.

Delia's lips slid off his member and her hands took a nice hold of it. The entire length was covered in her saliva, making her strokes glide along it effortlessly. Her hand twisted around it, zooming up and down, upside down as well with her thumb massaged the base instead of the head.

"You're twitching," Delia took him in her mouth again, swashing her tongue about while bobbing and down. "Don't give up, please," she had to beg him to hold out for a little while longer. The heat was unbearable, but felt beyond blissful at the same time. She enjoyed this a lot more than she expected; the musky smell of her husband's dick filling her nostrils, a salty and spicy taste lingering in her mouth as she bobbed down on him, and the intense beating of her heart pounding vehemently against her chest sent her spiraling through many levels of heat.

Red's groans were like music to Delia's ears. It filled her heart with joy to know he was feeling so good from her. What really made his voice audible is the feeling of his dick pressing against the walls of her mouth and having his pokéballs fondled vigorously. Red immediately learned that despite their seven year separation, his wife was not out of practice. Her skills were still as sharp as ever and it took every fiber of his being, every amount of strength he could muster not to give up.

"Hanako…I…can't!"

"Not yet," Delia used both hands to stroke him while feasting on his head. If anything, her moans were the most beautiful sounds in the world to him, and he relished every single one that escaped. "I'm so close too."

Red continued to move his foot around her pussy. She moved her hips along with him to assist.

"Arceus," Red groaned out. "You're killing me here Hanako," he couldn't hold it in anymore. Delia, sensing the release, squeezed his pokéballs right before it happened. She could feel his semen explode into her mouth, seeping down his member per her accord while trembling from the orgasm she went through in junction.

She pulled back and landed on her butt, breathing heavily while rolling her tongue around her lips. Amber eyes traveled up to the slouched back form of Red, who joined his wife in catching his breath. No words could describe the pleasure he just experienced. Nothing in the dictionary could ever come close to describing the moment he shared with his wife.

"Five minutes… and thirty seconds," he panted. Delia could only smile back; she forgot about the time during the fellatio actually. Oh well, not like it mattered in the first place; she would've let Red touch her regardless of how long he lasted.

"I was actually kidding about that," she smiled innocently. Her upright form grabbed Red's attention as he was given a strip tease that made his dick use Harden. Delia first removed her bra, letting her breasts hang free for his viewing pleasure. Then, she turned with her back facing him, but her head smiling at the lustful look he gave her as she undid her skirt and slid them down. Standing in only her lower lingerie, Delia tugged at the strings and stopped. "Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes please," he responded in a hypnotized voice. Delia gave a seductive giggle and slid her underwear off, bending all the way down to give her husband a perfect view of her rear, which swayed side to side like a pendulum, causing his eyes to follow the rhythm and fall under her spell. She slowly straightened up, allowing Red to fully admire her naked backside. A firm hourglass figure complimented with flare hips and shapely bottom filled his head.

"Strip too, and come give me a hug," she turned her body, but covered her breasts and privates with her arms. Her eyes watched Red remove his clothing without a word, transfixed on the lean build he possessed. A well-developed upper body with muscles and abs that while not overly muscular, still had the power to make a woman drool. Red would have taken off his hat had it stayed on his head, but when Delia tackled him, it flew off somewhere.

The two were completely naked, staring at each other's form for a brief moment. Delia uncovered herself and felt her cheeks begin to burn. It never occurred to her how embarrassed she might feel by exposing her body, but since it was her husband's gaze ogling her, she didn't mind being naked in front of him.

"Even after all these years, you're still breathtaking," Red wrapped his arms around her and meshed their bodies together. The softness of her mounds pressing against his chest made the sensation all the better, her smooth creamy skin gliding off his warmed his heart, and having his hard member sandwiched between them brought on another level of pleasure.

"And you're somehow still sweet," Delia teased him back, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Take off my scrunchie," she felt Red go through her hair with his fingers and remove the accessory. Her hair fell back like a curtain, framing her face into an even more magical picture. "Now kiss me."

Their lips connected, but Delia didn't want to stay in the confines of the living room.

"Let's move this upstairs," she took Red's head and led him through the corridors of the upper floor. When they entered Delia's bedroom, her back slammed against the closed door and mouth became covered by her husband's as he kissed her ravenously. His hands moved like a wild animal, preying over her body to decide which part to sink his teeth into first. He bombarded her neck and shoulder with butterfly kisses, hands stroking her thighs.

Delia let him know how good she felt, letting out begging moans to keep him going. She forgot how great it felt to have her ass squeezed and fondled, but she especially enjoyed being slapped on the rear.

"Turn around," Red demanded, and she did so without hesitation. Her hands stood on the door while her bottom extended out and gave an inviting wiggle. What came next nearly threw her into a frenzy. Red's hand slapped her rear, hard, making her cry out.

"Oh yeah!" she moaned out. Another slap hit her next butt cheek. "Have I been naughty?" she looked so innocent while staring at her spanker.

"Incredibly naughty," Red slapped her ass again and again. "I'll have to punish you," Red grabbed hold of her magnificent breasts and pinched her nipples while rubbing his member against her pussy. Her juices covered his dick as a surge of heat engulfed them. "You like it when I play with your breasts?"

"Oh yeah," she gasped with her head thrown back. "I know how much you love big breasts."

Her ass received another smack. "I love your legs more," she shuddered at the whisper in her ear. He stopped being forceful and touched her more gently, tracing his fingers lightly over their outer edges. She teased him earlier so now it's his turn. He pressed her thighs together to make moving his dick harder and began rubbing his thumb under the space where her mounds fell.

"You're such a tease," Delia whispered.

"Look who's talking," Red rolled his thumb around Delia's hardened nipples. He poked the entrance to her pussy with his dick and felt her entire body become stiff. "It really has been a while huh."

"Yeah, but it's okay," she placed her hand atop of his. "I want this."

Red nodded back and slowly pushed through. A loud groan escaped his mouth while Delia gasped and clenched her fists. It was going inside her, filling her up completely.

"Oh Arceus," she hung her head low as Red pushed even further inside until he was all the way in.

"You are tight," he placed his hands on her hips and pulled his dick back, and thrust pushed intensely.

"AHHH!" Delia shot out a scream, letting her head move back as her tongue hung loose. Red had few troubles moving in and out, the tightness of Delia's walls squeezing him mercilessly. It felt unimaginable, a feeling he hasn't experienced in a long time suddenly came back with more potency. He grunted like a feral beast, slapping his pelvis against Delia's as she cried out his name in ecstasy and begged for more. The louder she cried the more Red thrust his hips; he felt none of his senses working, submerging himself in the pleasure of fucking his wife and squeezing her bountiful breasts and shapely ass. Both urged him to thrust harder, make her scream more. The cries of his name was the only thing he wanted her to say.

"You're thrusting so deep," Delia threw subtlety out the window and screamed as loud as she wanted. No one would hear her except Red, and that alone was reason enough to let herself succumb to the pleasure. It was beyond anything she could imagine, familiar moments of this event rushing throughout her memories, which was shattered when a hard poke collided with her womb. Her left leg was raised as Red pressed her front against the door and resumed maneuvering his dick inside her. "I'm really feeling it!" Delia caterwauled.

Her breasts felt like soft marshmallows in his hands, firm and developed, while maintaining a perfect shape and bounciness. Each grope made her insides contract and squeeze him harder, but he loved the tight feeling.

"It's been a long time since I heard you moan so shamefully," Red tilted her head to see him and claimed her lips in a sloppy kiss. "Moan for me," he released her leg and pulled her arms back, driving his dick vehemently inside her. The slapping sounds of their pelvis was just as hypnotic as Delia's screams. Neither cared about the volume of their lovemaking, as long as they were enjoying it.

"It's been even longer since I had you inside me," the woman moaned back. "Don't hold back; I want you to let it out inside me."

Red didn't need to be told twice. His pace quicken, turning Delia into a crying mess of ecstasy. Her breathing turned ragged, both of her breasts bouncing aggressively in wild rhythm, and her mind forming incoherent thoughts. She could feel it coming and prepared herself, tightening her hold on her husband's dick to send him over the final edge.

"AHHHHH!" Delia's scream of pleasure echoed around them. She felt her insides filling up with her husband's semen. There was so much seeping into her and her legs began to wobble from lack of strength. Her body collapsed to her knees, heavy pants fleeing her lips.

"That… felt… incredible," Delia was in a land of bliss.

"The night is still young though," Red kneeled behind her and gave her shoulders a nice massage.

Lying on the bed, Delia straddled Red's hips while grinding her pussy over his dick. She rubbed his chest and brought his hand to her breast, taking hold of his member and let it kiss the entrance to her insides.

Her moans were like a symphony, angelic chords tugging at Red's heart strings. The depths of his wife's pussy swallowed his member and worked their magic to send him through a waterfall of jubilation. Her hips grind against him, moving and bobbing in circles with the enthralling motion of her breasts jiggling overpowering him. She guided his hand over her breasts while gripping the one on her hip. Delia was in another world, free of the bounds and shackles keeping her locked up, free of the misery and strife pounding down on her shoulders, and free to let out every sexual tension she had locked away.

"Oh yeah! Don't stop!" she shrieked. "Move your hips, make me feel good!"

Red complied and timed it just right. As Delia moved down, Red moved his hips in accordance, shooting his member deeper inside until it crashed into her womb. Static electricity went off inside Delia as she shrieked. Her hips refused to be outdone and came down harder, challenging Red to do the same. The two were moving so hard that the bed looked as if it was about to break. Strong, powerful grunts escaped their lips, which smashed into each other for another make out session. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, but the fight was short-lived when Delia shot up into straddle position and increased her descent.

"You feel so good inside me I want to scream!"

"Then scream," Red grunted, his animalistic growls making Delia enjoy dominating him even more. Her body was covered in sweat, her hair flying all over and sticking to her skin. She could feel her legs about to give in. "I got you," he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up and down along with her own momentum. She could feel the workout getting easier now and bent over to press her bountiful chest against his face.

"Suck my tits and fuck me harder," she commanded.

The vehement tidal wave of euphoria slammed into her as Red abided her commands.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" she could feel it coming. Her arms squeezed Red's head into her chest. "Harder! I want to be sore in the morning, so fuck me like I'm your bitch! Fuck me like the dirty whore I am!"

Even Delia didn't know where that came from, but the intensity of the session forced such trivial thoughts out of her mind. The only thing that entered it was the man underneath her, giving her wave after wave of pleasure, the blazing fire dancing around them, and the unyielding desire to keep going.

"Hanako…I'm going to… to," the familiar explosion of his semen oozing inside her started a domino effect, in which Delia couldn't hold it back anymore as well.

They laid on top of each other with giant smiles on their faces. Delia was the first to move and fixed Red with a lustful stare.

"Your next test is this," she pecked his lips. "Stay horny long enough to my liking. If the sun comes up while we're doing it, you automatically pass the test. Any questions?"

He shook his head no.

"Then let's continue," Delia's smile appeared a little wicked.

The rest of the night continued the same formula – change positions, locations, communicate naughtily, and fuck each other senseless. Neither wanted it to end, but all good things must do so. By the time the sun came up, both were dead tired and piled on top of each other on Delia's soft bed, sweat covering their skin. Their breaths touched the other, but neither could muster the strength to keep at it.

"You came inside me so many times," Delia smiled and let out a weak giggle. "You passed the test, but what will you do if I get pregnant again?"

"This time, I'll stay and help you raise them," he didn't need to think. His actions last time prevented him from having a good relationship with his son; he wouldn't make the same mistake twice, not this time. He would make everything right, starting with his wife, and when he gets the chance, he'll try to find Ash and see if he can't smooth things over with him too.

"Do you really mean that?" Delia's angelic voice snapped him out of his thoughts. There was just something about her voice that calmed his down. "Will you really stay?"

"As long as you're willing to put up with me again that is," his smirk reminded her so much of Ash. Like father like son, she thought. "I'll stay right here and never leave. I missed having you by my side, and now I want to fix everything," he pulled her closer and stroked her hair. "So you can test me however you want, but I WILL earn your forgiveness. That's a promise from me to you."

Delia nuzzled into his chest, tears flowing from her eyes as she hid a joyous smile. Those were the exact words she wanted to hear; however, as Red said, he needed to earn her forgiveness. He had a long, long, incredibly long way to go, but he started off on the right track. All that mattered was seeing which direction he takes.

"I'll hold you to it," she lifted her head and sealed their deal with a kiss on his lips. Said kiss didn't last long, but it was all the words that needed to be spoken.

"I love you," Red told her. Delia however, didn't say anything.

"That's nice," she dragged the covers over their naked bodies while her ears picked up the thumping sound of Red's heart. "Maybe one day I'll say thing to you, but don't get your hopes up."

"That's fine, just means I have to work hard," drowsiness, in Red's words, couldn't have come at a better time. Delia was already snoring lightly, and Red soon followed. He was barely awake to give one last thought. "I'll make you remember why you're mine."

A/N: That wasn't my best lemon, but I hope you all enjoy it. There will be more scenes between Red and Delia that will tie in everything, but at the moment, Red just has to worry about earning Delia's forgiveness, which WILL take a while.

1) Green is the Gary look alike in the Pokemon Adventures Manga. If I'm having Red be Ash's father, Green should be Gary's, but that would make Prof. Oak his father, not grandfather, which would be confusing if Green and Gary had the same grandfather when Green is acting as Gary's father.

Neonlight – I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. Yes, I decided to make Ryūga 16 to give him more knowledge on how to survive, and it's too cliché to use 10 year olds. I will be bringing back some of Ash's old Pokémon, and Pidgeot was the start.

ShadowUzumaki55 – Yeah it's all one big mystery here, and there are still many secrets left to reveal. There's Nikolas, Marcus, and even Ryūga's Cyndaquil has a big secret. There are the other organizations other than Team Rocket running around, but I'll get to them later on. And Ash will be learning from Ryūga later on as well.