Y'all want smut/a lemon or no? I'd be down to write one since it's been a long time but if no one really wants to read one, I'll just insinuate it. Lemme know!
Misty makes a move to the door only to realize she's left her wet clothing in the bathroom. "Crap, I need to grab my clothes real quick." When she turns, Gary is quick to rest his hands on her hips, gently pushing her back against the door.
"Leave 'em," he murmurs, his lips grazing her jaw. Misty's heart pounds in her chest from the contact. She shouldn't be getting this flustered just from his hands on her. "I'll have them washed and dried. You'll probably need them later."
She can't really be blamed for completely losing her shit, especially when he is hinting at the idea of her coming back later in the night. Misty latches onto Gary's bare shoulders and yanks him towards her. Their lips crash together in a rough jumble of lips and teeth and tongue. Gary takes her off guard and hikes her up, his hands resting just underneath her bum.
"G-Gar-" she breathes out when he leaves her lips and latches on her neck. "Getting late," her voice comes out in breathy, almost moans. "Gotta go."
He pulls away, chest heaving with restraint. "Yeah... yeah, okay." Misty slowly slides down his body. Her feet plant onto the ground, but she has to take a moment to steady her shaking limbs. "Call me, if you want, when you get home from the party," he releases her. "It'll be late but the phone should wake me."
The grin that spreads over Misty's lips makes Gary playfully roll his eyes. "I'll call you, Gar." She leans up and gives him a chaste kiss, a stark contrast to the past hour and a half that they've spent together. She can tell that he wants another kiss, but to keep him wanting more, she slips out of the room with a wink.
Confusing thoughts run around her head as she rides the elevator down a few floors. She can't recall the last time she has felt a burning desire so fierce in the pit of her core for someone. Even now, her skin is tingling from the ghost of Gary's touch and it takes everything in her not to go back to his room and just completely lose herself.
The glaring brown-haired girl in front of her room is the only thing stopping her. When Misty comes closer, and May gets a better look at her, anything she was going to say flies out the window. "You look absolutely fucked," she murmurs, eyes wide. "Did you and Gary have sex? He sounded all breathy and flustered when I called."
"Not now, May." The key card slides in and the door glides open, revealing a slightly disheveled room from Staryu and Azurill's roughhousing. "And no, we didn't have sex." Yet, she thinks to herself. She of course isn't opposed to it. Based on his reputation, he knows his way around a woman's body and just based on the past few days between them, there is absolutely something there.
Deciding to pry Misty for juicy details later, May sets to rifling through her suitcases. "Did you really not bring anything slutty?" she pouts. "You knew there would be a bachelorette party."
"I don't go out ever, May. Why would I waste money on clothing like that?"
"Hya!" Staryu's call rings out, capturing the attention of the two girls. From the looks of it, he has rifled through her smaller bag (the one she had tried to keep hidden from May). Staryu spins around mischievously, the exact "shirt" Misty wanted to keep concealed sprawled over his top point.
"What's this?" May questions, plucking it from Staryu with a little 'thank you.' She holds the poor excuse of a long-sleeved shirt in the air, a troublesome grin on her face. "Oh, this is perfect."
The shirt itself is black and made entirely of sheer, spaced-out lace. "May, you already know I'm not wearing that out. It might as well be a bathing suit cover."
"I know for a fact you have a black bra that you can wear underneath it. Oh! And those ripped, white skinny jeans. You're going to look smokin' hot," May grins.
"My only black bra is sheer. You can see my nipples through it." Misty argues, crossing her arms over her chest and hugging Gary's shirt close to her body.
May reaches into the suitcase she remembers seeing the garment in and grabs it. "Oh, please," she rolls her eyes, "I've seen you in it and you can barely see anything." A long silence passes between the two. "C'mon, Misty. You're going to look so amazing and you just need to let loose." Misty can feel her resolve crumbling. Maybe this is exactly what she needs to help her mood.
She can drink to her heart's content without worrying about money, because of course Dawn's grandparents have given each of the bridesmaids a credit card with no limit for tonight, and she can think about what she's feeling without her sober conscience clouding her true feelings.
Misty hesitantly takes the shirt and bra from May's hands. She grabs her white skinny jeans that are thrown haphazardly on the floor. "Alright... meet you in the lobby?" She gives May a weak smile, but it's enough to have the brown-haired girl squealing in delight before she is scuffling out of the room yelling something like "don't take too long."
It doesn't take long for Misty to pull on her clothing. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and has to stop herself from gasping. She looks... stunning. Radiant. Sexy. And better yet, she feels confident.
Shaking her head and sitting on the bed next to her Pokemon, she cuffs her jeans before slipping on strappy, black heels. With a deep breath, she grabs her clutch, kisses her Pokemon goodnight, and exits the room.
The entire wedding party lounges in the lobby. Brock is the first to see Misty walk off the elevator. "Misty! Holy crap," he laughs lightly. "You look amazing!"
The rest of the party's attention falls onto Misty as all conversation comes to a halt and it takes everything inside Misty not to curse Brock right there for drawing all attention to her. She avoids Ash's gaze like the plague regardless of the fact that she can feel his stare burning holes into her body. What she catches instead is the blazing glare of Dawn. Now, Misty isn't trying to toot her own horn, but she is easily outshining the bride. But, Misty can't help but feel like there is something deeper to the furious look that the navy-haired girl is shooting her way.
She shakes it off and comes to stand next to May and Suzie. "I thought the whole point of a bachelorette and bachelor party was to have them separated," Misty murmurs to Suzie.
"Well Misty, if you'd been here at the assigned time then you would have heard my explanation," Dawn snaps. Instead of retorting, Misty bites the inside of her cheek. She'd rather not fight with the brat, it'd be like arguing to a brick wall.
"You never gave a specific time," Ash mumbles to himself, his eyes still trained on Misty, who is effectively ignoring his pleading looks.
Dawn clears her throat, not having heard Ash's comment. "Like I said earlier, we're taking different limos to different clubs and we might meet up later in the night," she clarifies.
Brock checks his watch and announces that the limos should be arriving any minute then proceeds to start ushering people towards the exit. Like they had been the morning of that absolutely horrid brunch, the limos are glamorous and have an abundance of chilled alcohol. The bridesmaids shuffle into their designated limo and begin to chatter. Misty snatches a handle of tequila and immediately begins to take swig after swig, living for the burn of her throat after each sip. Dawn begins opening up gag gifts that consist of lollipops, straws, candies, and mints all shaped like penises. Suzie drapes her in a sash labeling her as the bride, as if she'd let anyone forget.
As the girls squeal with laughter, Misty busies herself with staring out the window. Her mind begins to wander to this morning. Ash's face when he confessed his ever-present love for her is fried into the back of her eyelids. What an absolute moron. She shouldn't have even given him the chance to say it. The more selfish part of her wanted to hear it, though. She wanted the validation. She wanted to scream at him for tearing them apart for no reason. A small part of her wanted to say it back, wanted to ask him to leave Dawn for her so they could start over.
She takes a large gulp of tequila when that particular thought crosses her mind. There will be no starting over with him. She will only be moving forward. And that's when Gary's face flashes in her mind. Misty will never understand how the cocky Pokemon trainer managed to weasel his way into her life in a matter of mere days and root himself so deeply inside her that she is constantly thinking of him. Why did she even let him? She knew it was happening and she let it happen.
"Misty, we're here," May says, pulling Misty out of her own head. Giving a quick nod, Misty takes one last gulp of the tequila and places it in the ice bucket before following May out of the limo. The club Dawn has chosen is absolutely extravagant. If this had been Misty's bachelorette party, she'd have chosen the shittiest club she could find, because those are the kind with character. Instead they walk into the establishment and are immediately hit with a sickly sweet scent rather than the typical sweaty, alcohol scent you'd usually associate with clubs.
Ignoring the rest of the party, Misty makes a beeline for the bar. She squeezes herself in between two people, not bothering to excuse herself, and waits for the bartender. "What can I get for you?" the devilishly attractive bartender asks. Misty has to stop herself from staring too long and hard at the guy, he probably deals with prying eyes all night.
"Three green tea shots and two of your strongest drinks," she requests.
"Want me to leave the tab open so you can split the check with your friend?" he questions, probably thinking Misty is ordering for her and someone else.
An awkward laugh passes her lips. "I'll pay for it all. It's all uh-for me." The bartender grins before taking her gifted credit card and charging it. The shots are the first ones ready and she downs all three in less than two minutes.
All the alcohol she had in the limo starts to hit her so she takes a seat at the bar. While she may be an absolute tank when it comes to her tolerance, she'd rather not take any risks of walking around when she is fully hit. The bartender places the two plastic cups of mixed drinks in front of her and gives her a quick wink as he slides another shot next to them. She mouths a 'thank you' before he leaves to help another customer. Deciding to wait on taking the shot, she goes for the mixed drink, sighing when it scorches her throat.
Her mind is already becoming foggy from the alcohol's influence. Deciding to start pacing herself, she slowly nurses the mixed drink and begins looking around the club. She notices the wedding party at one of the high-rises close to the stage. The three girls are cheering on the strippers and downing champagne. Weaklings, she scoffs in her head, taking another sip of her drink.
Misty's mind begins to wander back to Gary's burning touch and fervent kisses. Her cheeks heat up at the thought of what nearly transpired this morning. Her thoughts of the Oak-boy are once again interrupted, but this time by an unknown hand planted directly on her bum.
Once again plz let me know what your thoughts are on a possible lemon/smut. If I get no feedback, I'm just going to add it. Thanks for reading!
