Powers of a Goddess (FerrisWheelShipping)
Requested by: Ai-chan, Brazil10, Paramorepokefreak and Gloria Spark.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

He stood patiently in the darkness, surrounded by a small group of Joltik. They looked up at him in united adoration; even toppling over each other to stand on his shoes. The sight of N filled all Pokémon with awe and trust, it seemed.
"I'm sorry," one apologized as her hairs brushed against his jean cladded calf. "I-I didn't mean any offense, great one."

"Think nothing of it," he replied absently, kneeling down to touch her yellow head. The electricity buzzed against his fingers, but he didn't mind. Instead, he stared ahead, heart pounding as he heard faint footsteps coming in this direction.
White, he thought happily. Finally. The chattering of the other Joltik grew louder as the one N had touched hummed in contentment.

"You were touched by the chosen one! You're blessed, young one!" an elder enthused, jumping around as much as he could.
"Indeed! That must be a sign of greater things!" another cheered. The others weren't as happy for their comrade.
"That isn't fair. Lord N, please stroke me," a little girl wheedled, pressing her pointy feet against his knee. "I'm a good girl."
"Pah! You hoarded food without permission," scoffed a boy. "He should stroke me!" the young female Joltik clicked angrily at the offender, casting very angry eyes onto him.
"It was a gumball! And NO! LORD N SHOULD STROKE ME!"
"No, ME!"

"Please be silent," N requested with slight impatience. "I'm sorry dear ones, but I need to hear this." The clicking and chattering abruptly ceased. Crestfallen, the little girl sighed.
"I'm sorry, my lord," she apologized, hanging her head.
"It's alright," he promised, stroking her pincers with his little finger. She squealed in delight, causing a smile to break across his lips.
"I'm blessed! Thank you, Lord N!" she squealed, head butting his finger affectionately. Her pointy feet tapped rapidly against his knee as she reveled in the moment.

"Hush! Another approaches!" the elders spoke sharply, scuttling away. "Come, young one!"
"Aww... bye. I hope we meet again," she said regretfully, dropping back to all fours. "Thank you again." He waved in farewell before crossing his legs. His heart began to pound as the footsteps grew even closer.
Here she comes... my rival. The title was thought in an almost affectionate way.

After a short wait, he could hear her short, even breaths. Anticipation raced through him as she came into view, illuminated by the light of an electrically charged crystal. In that light, she looked like a goddess. Her chestnut colored hair shone brightly, almost as if it itself was electrically charged. Her porcelain skin glowed faintly like the moon. Only her lips and eyes were visible.
She is a vision of beauty, he thought in awe. Transfixed, he watched her adjust her tiny shorts, listening closely to the soft sound of denim rustling. I have to have her... she's the one.

Swallowing loudly in the sudden silence, he continued to watch her. She was staring at the crystal with what appeared to be a frown on her face. Hesitantly, she slowly stretched her hand out to it. Pushed it. Exhaled when it didn't move. Pushed it again, this time with more force. He had to frown when she began to ram into the crystal like a Bouffolant. It obviously wasn't going to move... and it wasn't the right crystal anyhow!
Females were a very strange race, he thought to himself, crossing his arms.

She scowled at the crystal and examined it, touching all crevices gently before trying to push it again. This time, she lost her balance and fell to the ground with a shriek. As she did, N jumped to his feet.

"Wrong crystals," he said casually. She flinched and turned to look at him, pure annoyance in her eyes. The look he received made him flinch and nearly drop his extended hand.
"What do you want?" she demanded roughly, scowling. Her blue eyes sent chills down his spine as she glared at him. "I'm busy."
"Didn't you listen to what your friend said?" N asked calmly, noticing her surprise as he mentioned Bianca. "Yes, the crystals may move, but you're pushing the wrong ones. The smaller ones are the ones that you're after." Realization crossed her face as she placed her palm over it.

"Are you stalking me or something? Actually... I'm not surprised," she corrected herself after removing her palm. "You are, aren't you?"
"I'm not sure what you mean by stalking... but yes, I follow you," N admitted coyly. "You're very interesting to watch, Whitlea." Her eyes bugged out of her head.

"And you're fricking creepy," she retorted, stepping backwards. "Stay away," she added as he stepped forward, laughing in an almost childlike way. "This isn't funny!"
"Why are you so worried? I don't watch you change or anything. I won't let anyone permit that." She calmed a little at that but remained guarded. "Especially the Triad. By my law, anyone who disrespects you is dismissed..." he stepped forward again, bemused by her reactions. While calming from her initial anger, she refused to be close to him. Why was that?

"Comforting... how long have you been watching me?" she asked slowly, backing away again. "And I mean it. Stay the hell back or I'll-"
"-there isn't anything you can do. Your friends" –he titled his head and listened intently for footsteps- "are on the other side of the cave. The only people in this particular area are you and I."
"I-I can fight," she said, looking like a Pokémon as she clenched her fists. N halted in his tracks and felt his face fall. She was acting like his friends used to. She was scared of him!

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly, extending a hand slowly. She didn't flinch, just watched his hand. "And to answer your question, since we first met. I've figured out some strange things..."
"Like what?" her voice was still strong despite being scared. He hesitated, unsure of whether to pat her head or not.
"Well," he started by deciding against patting her head, "you're different to my goddesses. You're smaller around here." he gestured to his bottom, making White's eyes narrow. "But-"
"-you freaking pervert!" she gasped, trying to get away from him again. "Get back!"

"I wasn't finished. Can't you wait?" he asked impatiently, sticking his lip out at her insolence. "It's rude to interrupt people when they're talking."
"Why should I stick around?" she clambered to her feet, clenching her fists again. Strange emotions swarmed through her eyes. "You're sick!"
"No, I'm in great health. Sit down, or I'll poke you." The warning in his voice was unmistakable. "On the head," he elaborated, pointing to his forehead.

"Thank you. Now... you look at yourself in the mirror whenever you can. Not in an extravagant way like my goddesses, but in a way that suggests self consciousness." She darkened visibly that. "I'm not sure why, though. You're nice. You're pretty like my goddesses, maybe even- yes, better," he agreed with himself. "You're very, very pretty. You're not like Bianca- you hate talking about other people. Why she does concerns me... she has a life of her own; why does she need to talk about other people's lives? It's not nice at all. You love your friends, who love you. That's rare," he enthused with a sad smile.

"Especially your Dewott... he adores you and would do anything you ask. You're serious and firm about your beliefs; strong willed and stubborn. You don't fight for strength or because you're attracted to your friends- instead, you fight for what's right. You're not just fighting to become a champion. You're not fighting for Unova. You're fighting for Pokémon... for almost the same cause I am." He stepped forward again, noting the light in her eyes. "We're almost identical... why must you torture me like this?" he found himself asking, raising his hands. Frustration hit him like a Pokéball.

"Torture?" she asked, walking forward so that they finally were chest to chest. He nodded stiffly, scowling. "How?"
"I don't know!" he responded heatedly, eyes blazing. He raked his hands through his hair and sighed loudly. "I don't know what I feel, but I've felt this since our time at the Ferris wheel. It is driving me insane!" his voice was growing louder and louder as she continued to stare at him. "You are driving me insane. How? What powers do you have?"

"I don't know," she replied quietly. "Why don't you tell me? Is this" –she grabbed his hand- "bothering you?" he frowned, assessing himself. He found the touch warm, almost comforting as it raced up his arm. It was as if he'd dipped the inside of his arm into a bath of hot water.
"Define that?" he asked, staring fixedly at her. His earlier frustration was fading. She adjusted her grip, locking her fingers with his. The warmth became more fiery, an even better feeling. "Oh..." the fire was filling him at a rapid pace. His stomach seemed to be confused; convulsing over itself like water at a beach.
"Good or bad?" she questioned, squeezing his fingers.

"I don't know," he answered awkwardly. "Wait..." he squeezed her fingers back and decided that he liked that very much. With a smile, he nodded eagerly.
"Good... then... you..." White struggled for a way to put whatever she was saying. "You... care deeply for me," she decided with. "You're still a creep, but that... that was the sweetest thing I've ever heard," she added with a smile.

"I see..." The pieces were slowly clicking into N's head. He found himself slowly brushing the hair out of her face, taking in the feel of her soft skin against the back of his hand. "Is this good?" she nodded and, with a sigh, closed the gap between them. He saw her face coming closer but misread her intentions as she kissed him. His stomach jumped around his body, jumping in time to his now pounding chest. She stopped and looked at him with a strange expression on her face.

"I..." he copied her movements, locking lips with her. He smelled something that smelt like too-ripe berries and flowers. They seemed to be coming from White! They kissed numerous times before White slowly licked his lips with her tongue. He recoiled slightly, alarmed by the sudden intrusion.
"Good or bad?" she whispered against his mouth. Again, she licked his lips, sliding her tongue partially into his open mouth.
"Good," he decided, allowing her tongue to venture further into his mouth. His hand pressed against her shoulder, one of hers pressed against his hip. Their interlocked hands never once broke as they continued to kiss, unknowingly watched by a crowd of Pokémon.

She's mine, he thought with satisfaction as she squeezed his hand again.