Category: Pokémon

Rating: M

Couples: Olympia/Diantha

Warnings: AU (post Kalos-series of the anime), lemon

Chapter: 8

Copyright: Characters & places © By Game Freak, Plot & OC´s © by me

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"Ah!" The Gym Leader actually flinched when feeling the other's hands suddenly on her bare back.

"Did I scare you?" Diantha chuckled, closing most of the distance between them.

"Only surprised." The older woman turned from where she had been brushing her hair on the bedside. "Did you want to scare me?"

"No." The actress leaned against the other form. "Unless you prefer it?"
"Really?" Casting aside the brush, she half-turned. "So what then?"

"I'd like to do it." She reached for the brush. It was early morning on a day they both were off, so the night before had followed their by now predictable pattern. Sometimes Diantha worried that perhaps she was always a bit too eager to suggest they meet up.

But then she saw Olympia – more relaxed than she ever saw her outside of this arrangement - and figured it was all worth it. If she could offer the psychic some respite somehow, she ought to. At least, that is what her mind figured. Her heart was a different matter. It was common sense that if you frequently left yourself vulnerable to someone, the relation with that person shifts. There was a reason why so many romances started with 'they were roommates' or 'they fake-married' or some such nonsense. She should have realized that 'meeting up for biweekly trysts' would result in something similar.

But she also remembered Olympia's story of her boyfriend; 'those thoughts I was interested in, I could bring up again. Those I was not, I'd ignore'. And she certainly wasn't bringing up Diantha's attraction bordering on something far more. Had any of her other lovers been equally suffering in a relationship-limbo, she wondered?
"I don't even need my powers to notice your thoughts are miles away." Olympia's half-lidded eyes looked up at the woman kneeling behind her. "Anything in particular?"

"Always." Diantha chuckled, carefully schooling her face. How would one explain balancing on a precipice of love and lust to the target thereof? "Don't your thoughts ever just… run away from you?"

"Every time I have a vision, though I suspect you do not have those."

"Not last I checked." Diantha continued her brushing. "How did you call me again…? Psychic wall?"

"I suppose I did." Olympia righted her head again. "So where did your thoughts go? Are you willing to share?"

"I think you know." The younger woman briefly put aside the brush to attack a particular knot with her fingers, gingerly trying to unwind it without tugging too hard. "I know for a fact it is a similar place they have been in in those nights you were here." The actress leaned forward, resting both her hands on the bare shoulders of the other. "But you never mentioned it."

"I see." The Psychic mused, one hand coming to rest on one of those on her shoulder. "I suppose that does send a certain message, does it not?"

"Mhm."

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The Gardevoir regarded the Gallade nearby. Now that he had free reign over teleportion to and from the estate, he would usually come as soon as he could when their son asked for him.

She had wondered on whether he had been this devoted with his previous children and when she had asked, he had sort-off evaded the answer. But she could make a pretty good guess looking at the gathering before her…

Their young hatchling had overheard the question and had begged to meet his siblings, so the next visit of the elder Gallade had involved two more Pokémon.

Her child was the only of the same evolutionary line as he was. His eldest was a Medicham, the now-middle a Duosion. With that, she understood that there was more to his favour regarding the young Ralts than him being the youngest. Thankfully, she could feel no negative emotions of the other two considering this.

She quirked a smile when seeing her little one precariously balance on his sister's head. The Duosion seemed perfectly fine with this, remaining on a stable orbit to ensure the youngster didn't tumble down.

The Medicham stood a bit too the side, eyes narrowed. If not for the faint contentment she could feel, she'd have assumed there'd be trouble. She supposed the Fighting-type simply suffered from resting-annoyed-face…

The little Ralts squeaked, flailing a bit when the Duosion's squishy form returned to its' original shape, dislodging him. Their father caught him easily, offering him to the eldest with a faint chuckle.

Despite the still-strong hint of annoyance, the red form took him carefully, settling him on one arm.