I'm such trash at updating honestly. Also I know I said lemon but honestly, I am in no mood to write a lemon. Just know they boink and we will go from there. Sorryyyyyyy :(

Nothing and everything races through Misty's mind as Gary shoves her up against the wall. In one swift motion, he cups the back of her thighs and lifts her up. Her legs wrap around his hips. Everything between them comes so naturally, from the way his teeth nibble at the taut skin of her collarbones to the way she tugs gently on his hair. Nothing is awkward. Their movements are slow. Careful. Fluid.

Misty can't suppress the moan that slips past her clenched teeth as Gary sucks a bruise on her tanned skin. She'll look at her reflection tomorrow and tingles will run through her body at the memory of his skin against hers. She's thrusted back into the moment when he tugs on the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, she yanks the offending article of clothing off and hurls it across the room, completely exposing her upper half to him.

Gary pauses, his eyes taking in every detail they come across-not in the greedy way a man looks at a woman, but like he wants to remember every single thing about her that he possibly can, as if he is afraid he may not get the chance again. He notes the freckle just above her right breast, the glinting jewelry of a belly piercing, and the scar just above her hip bone.

Her cheeks begin to heat up from all the attention he is paying to her body, so she tugs gently on his hair. Gary smiles and lets his eyes meet hers. "Beautiful," he comments, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek. She rolls her eyes but can't suppress a smile. Their lips meet once more in a languid dance of tongues and teeth. Misty takes his bottom lip between her teeth and pulls before letting it go, loving the way it reddens slightly.

"Well, Oak," she murmurs, "are you going to ravish me or not?" Her words conjure an animalistic growl from the back of his throat. His lips instantly attach to the juncture of her neck, sucking a bruise into the supple skin as he takes a few strides towards the bed. For a moment she wonders how he will go about this. Will he be gentle with her or will he be rough? She can't decide which one she would enjoy more. And then he tosses her onto the bed, his tall frame looming over her. His lip is caught between his teeth as he grins and oh, this is definitely more enjoyable.

...

Her arm rises and falls with every breath Gary takes. She tightens her grip around his waist and presses herself closer to him. He smiles fondly while running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I'm not going to lie," he says, voice hoarse from heavy breathing, "I'm not much of a cuddler when I sleep."

Misty can't help but laugh. "Neither am I." She looks up at him and smiles. "Ash would always-" the words get caught in her throat. Why did she think of him all of a sudden and why the hell did she think to compare him to Gary. She has done this before, though, so it shouldn't come as a surprise to her.

"It's okay, you can say it." Gary says, tightening his grip on her which is surprisingly comforting.

"Ash would always press his body into me while we slept and he was always sweaty. I hated it," she murmurs.

Gary lets out a hearty laugh. "Who knew Ashy-boy was a sweater." They lay in silence, enjoying the other's company.

"I was never able to do this with him," she says in a quiet voice. She doesn't wait for him to ask what she's talking about. "Talk, I mean. We could never just talk about nothing and everything at the same time. With him it always had to be about the next battle or the next Pokemon he wanted to catch."

Gary runs his hair through her hair. "Sounds typical of him. Do you miss what you had with him?" he asks, unsure as to whether or not he wants to hear her answer.

Misty glances up at him through her lashes and sees his nervous expression. "No," she responds confidently. "Not anymore."

...

"Do you think if I jumped off a cliff, I'd be able to get out of this dinner?" Misty questions, biting her nails down to the beds.

Suzie smirks at her and places her hand on Brock's thigh. "You'll be fine, Misty. I'm sure everything will go great." Brock shoots Misty an uneasy look, his body tense. Suzie senses this and looks between the two with furrowed eyebrows. "Unless... everything isn't okay?"

"It's fine," the two say at the same time, ignoring the stares of the other passengers. Dawn and Ash were late coming down to the lobby and they sent word to just go ahead without them. No one had seen either of them that morning or afternoon. Misty suspects they're at one another's throats. That, or Dawn is scolding Ash for getting belligerently drunk. Both of them need to be scolded for their actions last night.

The restaurant the limo pulls up to is disgustingly uppity. Misty groans internally as she follows the others out. They're taken to their seats but can't order anything because he bride and groom have yet to arrive. The group engages in idle chatter, discussing the events of last night, save for a few minor details, when Dawn and Ash slowly approach.

"I don't want to deal with this anymore," Ash says defeatedly.

The glare Dawn shoots at him could petrify someone. "You're lucky you even get the chance to deal with it so stop compl-"

"Look who decided to show up!" Drew says loudly, wanting to cut the tail end of their argument off.

May leans into Misty's shoulder. "Nice to see the happy couple," she snickers, nudging Misty, who refuses to look at the two of them. She will get through this dinner. She will get through the wedding. She will go home and live the rest of her life.

With her attention focused on her plate, she misses Ash's pleading stare all through dinner.