Wild and Free

One of Nathan's most liberating days… even if it came to haunt him later.

Timeline: During Black 2 ("All's Fair in Love and War")

Setting: Unova

Notes: Implied/referenced child abuse, inexplicit (for the most part… nothing's described in gratuitous detail, it's not porn) sexual content, hurt/comfort.

Also, sidenote, this is REALLY short because uh… there's just not that much to say about it. I just felt like expressing this overwhelming genuine gratefulness Nate would have had for Rosa back during this scene in All's Fair in Love and War that I ended up not fully writing out in the main story because I didn't want it to be totally clear whether they had, uh, done much of anything just yet. But also it was kind of therapeutic for me (pardon me if this is a little TMI) because I remember fully expecting my first sexual encounter to be something to suffer through but something I just had to 'get over.' It was not like that at all and that boy is still my partner almost 3 years later. I mean, obviously, Rosa is not the same in the story lol but that wasn't exactly the focus of this. More the focus on Nate realizing it wasn't always just this horrible thing that just happens sometime but actually can be something quite beautiful. Uhhh… anyway I'll stop pouring my heart on how I think sex can be kinda romantic on a fanfiction website now lmfao.

Still full disclaimer that Rosa is not a genuine partner and by no means am I trying to glorify her lowkey using Nate here to get at Colress hahaha.

Characters: Nathan (Nate), Rosa

Prerequisite Reading: Black, Black 2

Yet, he had still been so thirsty for something…

One might have wondered how Nate could have been so caught up with Rosa given the current situation of the world, with all that had just occurred less than a day prior—but they were not him. They wouldn't have understood how freeing Rosa's touch and invitation for affection was. So distracted and determined to prove to himself (and her) that he was not that same scared, broken boy from before, that his father's insidious touch had not tainted him for life, he didn't care about the fact Rosa's Emboar was still present even as things progressed from mere kissing to more handsy roaming and lusty pants for breath. A few times, he paused and anxiously asked her if everything was okay, and each time, she looked back up at him with just as round, uncertain eyes, but nodded, swallowing hard and smiling nervously up at him. She'd say he was fine, that although she was nervous, she was happy with the way things were progressing with him.

As they ended up lying on the bed, with him pressed hard against her still-clothed body, even as his hands snaked their way beneath her arms and ghosted over her chest, there were so many words he tried to internally describe this encounter with. It felt strangely innocent and beautiful—safe—even though she was stammered nervously in a whine for more, and he was flustered and hot in all the right places. He didn't know just how far she intended to go, but he was ready to follow her to the ends of the earth if it meant chasing that enticing, sensual feeling.

He had never known loving could hurt so nicely—and, well, he knew 'hurt' wasn't the appropriate phrase for what he was feeling, but as it progressed from heavy petting and kisses to her anxiously asking if he wanted to take things a step further, all he could think was how mindblowing it was to know something so intimate could do anything other than hurt. Her questioning him on what he wanted, mostly allowing him to take the lead, oh, how new and refreshing and exciting and alluring it all was…

At one point, as he looked over her soft, bare image beneath him, he thought she looked so beautiful and he would have loved to have framed that moment forever. Perhaps he had gotten to awkwardly staring for too long, because she soon flushed deep crimson and grimaced uncomfortably. "Ah… i-is something wrong?" she asked cautiously, blinking fervently.

"N-no," Nate had sputtered immediately, "Arceus, no. Just… you look amazing," he lamely offered. Laughing softly as he leaned down to touch his bare chest to hers as he nervously kissed her, he corrected himself. "What I mean is, I just… I can't believe how amazing this is. How amazing you are…"

He failed to notice the guilty hesitation in her movements before she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly back. "You're such a great guy," she whispered into his ear. "You deserve so much good…"

He cracked a slightly smug grin to himself and lovingly kissed her again, this time along her jawline. He had only ever seen that in movies (well, in the few seconds it took him to scramble to get the remote to skip past intimate scenes such as that, anyway) and had always wondered why people liked doing or receiving attention like that at all. Needless to say, he understood then. Everything just made so much more sense and oh, again, just how sweet it all felt… "It's a good thing I have you here, now, then, huh?" he teasingly quipped at her. Of course, he quickly lost his nerve and unsteadily asked her, "Ah… so, now… now what…?"

She had paused and then gently pushed him up from her just a bit. "Well… do you want to do more…?" she asked with an almost shy coyness, one that just drove him wild and made him just ache for more.

He nodded briskly and leaned back down again, not wanting to be away from her warmth, and replied, "Yes… I do, Rosa…"

She ran fingers through his hair and hummed sensually. "H-hah, I th-think I'd like more, too…" Then, a nervous, genuine chuckle. "Though, um… I've never actually done this before, so… we may need to, uh, experiment some…"

He had just shifted his weight over her excitedly and kissed her gingerly. "That's okay," he playfully replied as he twirled a lock of her hair in a free hand. "I'm okay with that, if you are… I'm glad to be doing it with you, anyway…" He sighed contentedly, just… inundated with that flood of positivity, which made it so easy to ignore the fluttering of nerves.

At that, she had faltered, then grinned widely, as if surprised. "Really…?" She sheepishly looked away. "I'm, um, glad it's with you, too…"

Oh, how wonderful it would have been if such a beautiful memory could have remained so pristine…

This one is partially inspired by the song 'Wild' by Troye Sivan.