Few people have had the good fortune to earn the Blackthorn Gym badge. Fewer still can say that they've earned the respect of the Blackthorn Gym Leader. But only I can say that she considers me a friend and confidant. It took a long time, and a lot of Pokémon battles, but eventually Clair began to look forward to seeing me. Heck, she would even call me up sometimes to get together. I never specifically set out to get this close to her, but for some reason we just grew closer as friends until eventually we didn't need to use a Pokémon battle as an excuse. We were both adults, we certainly didn't need to play theses childish games anymore.

It wasn't like this of course, she practically hated my guts when we first met. Clair was upset that I had so easily beaten her in Gym Battle that she had assumed that I had lost. Our rematch under the watchful eye of her stalwart cousin Lance was all the proof she needed that I was not a cheater. Of course, she still didn't trust me and wanted to battle again out side the Gym. Clair had unwittingly set a challenge for me to prove myself to her. Every time we met up for a battle, we'd exchange a quick flurry of insults before we'd begin. Eventually, we made plans before or after the battle, deciding to get lunch or dinner and discuss various things. I learned a lot about her, and she learned a lot about me. One conversation in particular that we had over dinner has always stuck with me.

"You see," Clair was speaking with a mouthful of food, waving a fork around as she talked, "people look at me and see the scary dragon lady. Anyone not worth my time just shows up for the gym badge and leaves. Anyone worth keeping around will stick around on their own accord. Why take what I want when I can be given what I deserve?"

At the time, I had assumed that she was just being her genuinely vain self. While she had her insecurities, they often stemmed from her own self view. Still, I respected her for it, few people have the confidence these days to even interact with themselves, let alone other people. Of course, I had gotten to learn quite a bit about her that few people ever got a chance to see. Namely, she does in fact own clothing other than her ridiculous cape and blue leather suit. She also has a cute snort laugh she does when watching videos of baby Pokémon trying to walk for the first time.

However, the most interesting thing I've seen of her happened one winter not too long ago. The power at my home was out after an Electabuzz had gotten rowdy with the power lines, and the power company wouldn't be able to send anyone out until the morning. Instead of letting me freeze to death, Clair offered to let me spend the night with her. It was a kindness she offered to few, which made me feel all the more special for accepting her offer. I showed up with everything I needed to spend the night at someone else's home, and the sight that greeted me at the door was a rare one indeed.

I had seldom seen her wearing anything besides her usual, so I was mildly surprised to see her in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants that didn't even remotely match. She had also just taken a shower as her hair was wrapped up in a towel to let it dry. "Well, are you going to stand outside and freeze to death or are you going to come inside?" She said, steeping aside to let me in.

I had been in Clair's home a few times, so I wasn't really taken aback too much by what I was seeing. She had a few trinkets related to dragon Pokémon scattered about in fancy displays, and a few trophies and accolades sat by as a display to her victories and accomplishments. I had skimmed it over with Clair a few times, and she could talk for hours about the things she's done, most of which people don't hear or know about. If only people knew, they wouldn't think of her so negatively. However, I knew her well enough to understand she didn't care who else but her knew about them. "It was going to be a drink and a movie night, feel free to join me." She said, making her way to the kitchen.

After a few minutes of fumbling for glasses and some wine, we settled down on opposite ends of her couch to watch a horror movie. The movie was unremarkable to say the least. It wasn't the least bit scary, and was laughable at best. In fact, the movie was so awful we both ended up falling asleep before it had finished. I strictly remember Clair falling asleep first, her snoring giving it away. She had fallen asleep with her head resting on her hand, her elbow holding her up. She had a blanket draped over her legs, her lower body tucked away under the warm sheet. Seeing her like this, I didn't feel so bad about being exhausted myself, and I soon closed my eyes to join her.

I awoke maybe a few hours later, warmly tucked into Clair's blanket. I wasn't alone either. While I was asleep, she must have cuddle up to me because we were both sharing space on the couch. Arms and legs intertwined, I hadn't expected this to have happened. Of course, she probably didn't know she did it either; people do funny things in their sleep after all. I stirred a little in surprise, and she responded by holding me tighter. Deciding not to look a gift Ponyta in the mouth, I simply puller her into me and closed my eyes again.

When I woke up in the morning, Clair was in the kitchen making breakfast. There was no mention of the night before beyond we both fell asleep watching a really bad movie. It almost made me wonder if it was just a dream at all, were it not for the fact that I had woken up still under her blanket. She let me use her shower, and then I was off back to my own home. I couldn't help but keep thinking about sleeping with her, how vulnerable she felt in my arms. I had never seen her like that, let alone been the reason for it. As time went on, I began to crave it like a drug. I wanted to hold Clair again, for us to fall asleep in each other's arms again. The feeling dominated my mind, but I knew better than to pursue it fervently. If the feeling was mutual, I was sure she'd reciprocate eventually.

It was only a few days later before she called me back over to her home. Apparently, the movie we had watched was part of a series, and she was interested in finishing it. "Unless, of course," Clair teased over the phone, "you're too scared of a big bad movie."

I was more than ready to watch more of these trashy movies, especially if it meant that I'd be able to spend more time with Clair. That night I had made my way back to her home, where we ordered some food and drank some wine. It was movie night, and we were going to enjoy it with as little work as possible. Once again, we each took sides of the couch, with Clair tucked into her blanket as the movie began. Shortly after it started, I felt a cool breeze and shivered. Clair noticed and looked to me. "You know, if you're cold, you could have said something." With a sigh she moved close to me, getting both of us closer together underneath the blanket.

Clair was practically cuddling me under the blanket, her body close to mine. I had leaned into her, as she did to me. One of her hands was resting idly on my knee as we watched the movie, but I'm not sure she noticed. I did notice it, however, and I could only wish she kept it there as she rested her head on my shoulder. Something told me this was her plan all along, especially once a trashy sex scene started up in the movie. I felt Clairs body shift a little as she moved her legs, her hand slowly moving up my leg before she used it to scratch her nose. Her hand dropped back down, now right next to my groin.

At this point, I had to figure Clair was doing this on purpose now. I decided to get her back by giving a fake yawn, reaching my arms out just so I could put my arm around her and pull her closer to me. I apparently pulled her a little more than I had though, as her hand slipped and landed right on the center of my crotch. Surprised, I looked down at Clair as she looked up at me. We both gave a nervous laugh and returned to watching the movie, but she didn't move her hand. Actually, that's not correct; she did move her hand eventually. This time, Clair touch total advantage of my brand new erection to tease me.

We both tried to remain nonchalant as she rubbed my cock through my pants. I didn't really think this was fair, but Clair had positioned herself in such a way that I couldn't reach her groin without repositioning myself. Not that I was complaining of course, but I wanted more than this. My prayers were answered when I felt her reach into my pants and pull them down a bit, letting me out for her to grasp fully. I flinched as she began to jerk me off, the tip of my penis rubbing against the soft fabric of the blanket. I could feel my own precum staining the blanket when Clair stopped and pulled the blanket up over her head. I couldn't see her, but I could definitely feel her. It started with her breathe, the warm air exhaling over my dick. Then, soft lips kissed the very tip as a wet tongue spread its wealth of saliva all over my member.

Clair started out slowly, apparently not wanting me to finish too quickly, but quickly she picked up speed. She fluctuated, going fast and then slow, no doubt trying to keep me from blasting off. I put my hand in the back of her head, to give myself the illusion of control, but I knew who was really in charge here. By the time I had gotten use to rhythm, Clair stopped, pulling her head off of my cock head with a wet smacking pop. Then she threw the blanket off of us, the cool air chilling my wet shaft. Clair clambered off the couch and stood in front of me, blocking the television with a much better view. Quickly, she pulled off her shirt and pants, the same ones for the other night. "And now," lust oozed from her voice, "we fight again."

I wasn't sure what the hell she was talking about, but I wasn't going to complain as she sat on my lap facing tardy me. Her wet pussy dragged against my leg before it was positioned over my saliva covered cock. Using her hand to guide it in, Clair moaned as the head made its way in. She slowly slid down the length of the shaft, her inside slowly enveloping me. Our pelvises collided, and I couldn't help but notice the look in her eye. She had a twinkle in her eye that I hadn't seen since she's had a Pokémon battle. What was going through her head?

Clair didn't give me any time to think as she grabbed my shoulders for leverage so she could ride me. Her pace was slow at first, but soon her vagina began to acclimatize itself to me. She moved with purpose, her speed picking up. I had a feeling she was up to something, or maybe she was just trying to get into the mood in her own unique way. Either way, I wasn't going to just sit here and let her have all the fun. I grabbed Clair's ass with both hands, feeling her muscles ripple as she rode me, and I began to thrust into her. It took me a second to reach her rhythm, but soon our bodies were moving in sync.

Clair let go of my shoulders and grabbed my face with both hands. She slowed down her body movements as she pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss. At first I found it a little odd that I had my cock in her mouth before my tongue, but I wasn't going to argue. This is more than I ever would have hoped for, and I was not going to do anything to ruin the moment. I was certainly not going to stop her from biting my neck, no doubt leaving a hickey for me to deal with in the morning. It hurt, but in a good way; releasing adrenaline to intensity the moment. I responded by thrusting into Clair harder than I was already. "I'm gonna fuck you," Clair moaned into my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't even walk."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I responded by simply slapping her ass. She yelped, but didn't say anything in protest. If she wanted to okay dirty, that was fine by me. Clair had no idea the game she was playing. Gripping her ass, I hefted her over and rolled her onto her back. Clair's legs locked behind me as I thrust into her, the sound of your hips slapping together becoming music to my ears. Now that I was on top, I controlled the rhythm, and I was intent on going faster. However, I felt myself preparing to finish, and I decided to slow down and stop. I wasn't going to blow my load this early, especially if Clair was intent on playing games.

Clair, grew a wicked smile, and grabbed my shoulders. Using her legs, she flipped us so that I was on my back on the couch and she was sitting in top of me, her hands holding my chest down. If I had to guess, she saw that I was stopping myself from Cummins too quickly, and probably want to tease and control the situation herself. As I predicted, she began to grind her pelvis against me, hurting her hips as she went. I wasn't gonna have it, and decided it was high time I took control once and for all. I would be damned before I let her mount me like some sort of meat dildo, so I grabbed her hips and pushed her up. With some struggle I moved us into a position where I had all the control.

I pushed Clair so she was on her back again, this time my hands holding her knees up towards her chest so she couldn't get a good grip on me to move us again. She still managed to get them locked around me again, but this time it was to hold us together in place. If she wanted me to fuck her silly, then that was exactly what I intended to do. I pounded away at her, making the couch shake with our motions. Clair was in full orgasm in no time, apparently enjoying the fight. I could feel her vagina as it came, and it was very pleasing to me as well. In fact, it was too pleasurable, as the motions inside of her forced me along, and I came inside her. My own orgasm came hard and fast, and I was sure that if I had pulled out I could have clear shot right onto Clair's face or even over the couch. Instead, I stayed inside her, dropping more loads inside her than I thought I could have.

As we calmed down, I let go of Clair's legs, but they didn't let go of me. Her legs, shaky as they were, still held me inside her. I didn't mind, I wanted to stay like this forever. Clair reached up and pulled me in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was more loving and appreciative, rather than lusting and aggressive. She then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. I reciprocated, holding her naked and sweaty body against my own. Not another word was spoken, we both understood how the other felt. While the sex might have been hot and passionate, this is what we truly wanted from each other. We were more than comfortable staying exactly where we were.