I do not own Pokémon in any type of way. Game Freak, Nintendo, T.V Tokyo and any other contributors to Pokémon do.
This is written in third person point of view.
Hope you love it. Please love it.
What I write is pure fiction, if by some chance what I say is true or in any way real, it is purely coincidental. Nothing here is real.
I am a queen and no one is going to take that away from this proud mama.
On with the angst of two silly trainers
So, there is a lemon (for young readers over the age of 18 and don't know what a lemon is (a detailed explicit scene) in this chapter. Strictly 18 years and over. I write rated M for a reason.
Mature readers only!
Enjoy some angry feelings.
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Two weeks since Serena took a sad shower in the rain. She got sick cause she's stupid.
Clemont was worried.
He hadn't heard from Serena in almost three weeks.
She hadn't contacted Bonnie since the night she dumped the van by Citron Enterprises and called Clemont to bitch at him, stating his devices sucked. He was currently out at Citron Enterprises, dealing with Cyrus' threat of stealing input from Clemont's company. Clemont wasn't too worried but it never hurt to be vigilant. He had weeded out the moles and implemented new codes to ensure maximum security for his upcoming releases.
His sister was in a state, unable to understand how their plan was failing.
Miette was lurking in the background, looking at his massive office in awe. She couldn't believe how Clemont had come such a long way. She looked around, a consistent face of awe on her features. Clemont had never allowed her so close to this part of his life. Always keeping her in hotels, getaways and in beds. She smirked at that.
"What has you so far away?" She asked, examining a globe of Kanto's Pallet Town. A gift from Ash.
Clemont sighed, thawing from his standing position to look at her. "I'm worried about Serena and Ash."
She glanced at him before setting down the globe. She strutted to him, hips swaying before stopping in front his tall frame.
"I think," She looked at him coyly, placing her fingers gently on his chest. "you should give them time."
Clemont fixed a stare on her, his brows twisting. Miette smiled gently.
"Ash and Serena have more issues with each other more than anyone I know. It will take some time but they will figure it out." She hedged. "When two people care about each other, they reflect on themselves to see how they can be better if it's worth the fight, they try."
"Serena's coming around but she needs proper space from everyone." She continued. "Bonnie and You mean well but, you both have to let go of Ash and Serena. It's their choice. Right now, is their make or break."
Clemont sighed.
"I understand what you're stating Miette but I at least need them to have one conversation with each other." He shook out of her embraced and began to pace, raking his hand through his blond locks.
"Ash straight up avoids her and if they do run into each other, he runs away. I need both of them to end up in a place where they cannot run. They have to hash it out and a way for them to have no choice.
Miette bit her lip, deep in thought.
"What if I have a plan." She spoke quietly once more. Clemont was intrigued.
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One week since Clemont got to second base with Miette in his office.
Serena was a kind woman. She was patient. She was understanding. But she had her limits. For instance, this very moment she was considering having her Malamar attack the shit out of Clemont but again – Pokémon weren't meant to be used for malicious intent.
Clemont was having a party.
Bonnie had bullied Serena into attending.
Bonnie had demanded she bring a date.
Serena was confused.
A week ago, she got a strange call from Bonnie, giving a tale of Clemont having a huge party for some reason (Serena really didn't care- some charity?) and Serena was being a force to go because her presence would call for more investors and whatnot.
Serena strongly didn't want to go for she knew Ash would be in attendance. In addition to not wanting to go, she also didn't understand the whole presence excuse because Ash and Bonnie were heavy hitters as is in the Trainer world.
Ash being Champion of Kanto and Alola as well as Frontier King for Kanto. She also heard through the grapevine he was working with Scott to carry the Frontier League to Alola.
So, she didn't understand. She stated just as much to Bonnie when they had their phone call.
Bonnie told Serena not to think too much and just be there, with a date.
A date.
Serena was suspicious.
However, she didn't really bother. She shrugged it off and called a friend.
Fast track to the party and here Serena was.
She came out to kill. Somehow, this party was just what she needed. It gave her a reason to get out of the house. Wear a gorgeous outfit and find a purpose.
Serena stood in the lobby of Clemont's building, hair fluffed to give a wild, bedroom tendril look. Her makeup was smoky eyes with devil blood-red lips, matching her skin tight red dress. It was a soft dress, fully covering her arms till her knees. To complement her outfit were the black leather boots she got from Miette. Never would she have bought this herself but she secretly loved the confidence they gave her when she needed it.
She took some cleansing breaths. Finally, the elevator arrived and she felt a hand on her arm. She glanced up to see Abel's kind eyes on her.
Abel was dressed in a very chic suit, downgraded with his bad-boy persona. He came from the side of music Serena tended to stay away from. He was all drugs, sex and all things bad that women craved.
Well, it was the image he gave out to sell his music for sure.
If she didn't know him so well, she could have fallen for the trap he was. Abel gave her a devilish smirk before stretching his hand to escort her. He was still a gentleman.
"Are you ready, Serena?" He asked just before they got to Clemont's door. She gave him a wonderous smile, feeling good for the first time in weeks.
"With this outfit, face, and body." She chuckled "There isn't anything I cannot do." He rewarded her with a smile before they entered.
Music was playing in the Penthouse. It wasn't like Clemont's stuffy parties. No. This was a rave with catering. A fast tempo was playing, something Caribbean, Sevii islands culture. The bass was rocking the entire place. People were laughing, mingling. There was definitely something good in their cups. It seemed Bonnie had even gone the extra mile and got those red college plastic cups. She was glad she dressed warmly as a cold fog machine was working its tail off.
Serena felt excited, a smile working in her face. She felt young like this was exactly what she needed in her life. Bonnie chose this moment to appear. She beamed at Serena and then full out grinned at her date. Abel gave Bonnie a lovely nod before embracing and giving her a light kiss on the cheek.
"Hope you guys liked it!" She shouted slightly over the music. "Clemont gave me full reigns."
"I see that!" Serena shouted back as she laughed at Bonnie being slightly tipsy.
Abel offered to get them drinks and hurried away, not before he was stopped by some avid fans.
"You look amazing tonight, Serena!" Bonnie said excitedly once they huddled closer speaking together rapidly and laughing as they saw their friends enjoy the night. The night was great. Bodies moved on the makeshift dance floor, some people were lounging on the sofas, just taking in the music, drinks, and trays of food being passed around. It had rigged machines around where people were playing games like Pinball, Pokémon against Pokémon battle style, mini basketball, and whop the Dugtrio.
Endless food was pouring out Clemont and Bonnie's kitchen and drinks were being made at two different stations. It was the intention that Clemont had to hire a car service.
Abel returned, supplying drinks and good company. Serena laughed in his company, her head getting higher with each drink. Bonnie kept popping in an out, being the ever-gracious hostess. She saw Clemont briefly, him kissing her on the cheek lightly before going into the chaotic mass of people. She also met up with Dawn, May, Brock, Tracey, Misty and her husband. There were Gary, Cilian, and Iris. She even glimpsed the girl in all white who was with Ash. Serena didn't focus on her; she knew it meant he was here and was grateful the place was ram pack to really notice him.
Abel and Serena were thick as thieves, people watching, ole talking and doing impressions of their favorite actors and scathed to some of his songs. It was all in good fun and no complications. She admired him as his fans and people who knew him well would come, chat and get distracted by something else. Abel would do the same as Serena would see her friends, chat and stop for photos, selfies. They were each other's photographers. Memorizing the night as best as they could
She loved the night.
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Five minutes since Serena got startled when a girl fainted upon seeing Serena and Abel at the party. Bonnie laughed
Serena was buzzed. Happily, so. She realized she understood why people drank alcohol. It did nothing wrong. She was currently snacking on some mini pastries she had swiped on one of the many food tables.
She had filled her plate with a shit tonne of food and traipsed happily back to where Abel stood in a corner. She brandished her findings to him and they both enthusiastically began to munch on. After a few moments of silence, while the music pulsed and they filled their protesting stomachs, Abel got a twinkle in his eyes.
"See anyone you like?" He asked, nodding his head in a general direction. She snorted before laughing.
"No." She stated firmly. "You?" He smiled crookedly at her.
"Yeah, the brunette over there making eyes at me the whole night." He smirked.
"Did you even speak to her?" She laughed
"Don't need to. That girl wants me and she will definitely do anything to get me." He said, polishing off his last pastry.
"Text me when you leave but if I don't see you for the rest of the night, lunch on Monday." He stated firmly before swaggering over to the thirsty brunette in the corner. Serena could only shake her head. 'Poor girl doesn't even know what she's in for' Serena thought. How ironic.
The fog was getting to be a bit much, so she decided to leave the main area, her eyes landed on a tuft of black hair.
She decided to avoid that area and head out.
"Serena!" Bonnie came over. "Are you leaving?" Serena nodded.
"Okay, but on your way down, could you drop this in Ash's apartment?" Bonnie asked, handing her a small box, it held something dense in it. Serena gave her a scandalized look.
"Oh relax," Bonnie dismissed, "he's here, busy entertaining his friends, he left the Penthouse open, he knows I'm dropping things in and out. Look, I'm really being pulled in all directions and I need this safe and away from all of this." She gestured to the fun dance party around her.
Serena sighed, collected the box and gave a light kiss to Bonnie's cheek.
"You owe me." Was all she said before exiting.
Bonnie couldn't help but smirk.
Serena arrived swiftly into the Penthouse and gently opened the door. She didn't understand why she was moving cautiously. She hurried her ass and swiftly placed the box on one of Ash's decorative tables.
She released a deep breath of relief before turning and seeking the exit. However, her eye caught something. She noticed a picture frame on a lampstand. In it was a boy and girl, no older than 6 years old. Ash and Serena stood the day he rescued her from the forest and the startling Poliwag. It was candid and it showed Ash checking her scrapped knee while she looked at him in wonder.
"What are you doing here?" a gruff voice said in the dimly lit room, making Serena jump.
She quickly turned around to see Ash, dressed in a suit, pulling his tie off. He looked angry. Her eyes widened, seeing how bad the situation looked. This was so messed up. She knew the girl in white had to be around. Serena was sure she saw her at the party. She didn't understand why Ash was extremely standoffish. His body radiated so much tension.
"B-Bonnie said you were upstairs and to drop this off – I-I was just leaving." She made a move to
leave but Ash was in her way, blocking the hall to the mudroom.
"Going back to your man upstairs?" Ash growled a bit. Serena got confused. "You sure looked cozy." Serena fixed him with a stare, all of her buzz leaving her instantly.
"What do you care who I'm with?" She glared at him, she moved and tried to push past him but he blocked her with his arm. "It's none of your business." She said defensively.
"You know?" he started to walk in, backing her further into the living room. "It isn't. Why the fuck do I care? Not fucking like I cared for you, wanted you, told you things in confidence, opened my fucking self to you in the hope you would return some sort of affection." He said in a deep, low tone.
"I'm just an asshole to you?" He said a rhetorical question. She was still backing up, a feeling of lust passing through her. She didn't understand why.
"Didn't take you long to move on." He glowered at her, his anger radiating off. "So, you're only a bitch to me? Am I the only person you hate talking to so much?" He caged her in, grabbed her and pushing her against the wall. "What is it about me that you just can't forgive?" She glared into his face, pushing against his chest. Her heart was racing. He was too close to her, she fucking wanted to punch him.
"Ash, you need-!" He crashed his lips to hers, taking everything from her. He forced her hands against the wall and lined his body against hers, melding together.
She didn't resist in any sense, whimpering at the force of the kiss. She tasted him, greedily taking his tongue into hers, sucking, gasping, and biting.
He grabbed her body and secured her legs around him. He released her lip and began attacking her neck, her gasping for air. She was holding on to his shoulders, pushing or pulling she wasn't sure.
"Fuck, you look so hot tonight." He growled, pushing her hair back, attacking her shoulder. She whimpered in response. "Like the devil."
He slowed. "You make me miserable. You're the only person who gets me angry!" He said, pushing into her, squeezing her hips tightly. She pushed him roughly.
"I fucking hate you!" She growled at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "I fucking hate you more!" With that, understanding passed between them. Ash held her securely before turning around and taking her to his room.
He dropped her on his bed and got on her, her opening and taking him in her embrace. She kissed him harshly, grabbing his hair, his shoulders. He made work of his jacket and dress shirt and pulled off her dress, everything coming off.
He was rewarded with her creamy body. Filled out in the right places. He noticed her breasts were rounder, fuller, her hips curved more while her waist remained tiny. He didn't see any bones pressing against her skin and he loved it.
He dove into her chest, making her squeak out, artfully removing her bra. "Biggest fucking tease I ever knew!" he growled into her chest, tasting her skin, so fresh and clean. His hands traveling before it entered her barely-there underwear. She jumped at the entry, feeling herself release as he made work on her. Never stopping his kisses, his grasping, his squeezing. He was all over her and she was feeling an overload of pleasure.
"Did he touch you like this?" he asked. His voice rough and hostile. Serena didn't hear him, too lost in what Ash was doing to her. She mumbled an unintelligible sound, her body floating to her side.
Ash stopped, pulling his hands away before flipping her to face him, pulling a halt to ministrations.
"DID. HE. TOUCH YOU. LIKE. THIS!?" He shouted, forcing her to focus on him.
"No!" She whimpered, wanting him to never stop. "Only you!" She bit her lip, grasping the sheets as he plunged his hand once more.
"You better fucking make sure." He said, not making any sense. "You're fucking mine!"
Serena saw red, she was a hot mess, needy for him as he continued his angry movements, not giving her anything.
"You fucked her here too?" She said, grabbing his arms, squeezing him, digging in his arms. He was momentarily distracted he faltered.
"What?" He gasped. Serena didn't care, she took his distraction and pushed his body down onto the bed. Sitting up and removing his undershirt and opening his pants.
She made quick work and took his hard length into her mouth. Ash forgot everything in that moment, his hand going straight into her hair, his hair. He was trying to sit up, but Serena wasn't having it. She took him in fully, her boots still on, sticking the back of her thighs as she moved up and down, taking him further and then letting go. He was trying to grasp her but she kept batting him away. She didn't want him touching her, caressing her. But she wanted him fully on her, his body crushing hers. This was so messed up but she didn't care. She didn't care if he had another woman there in this bed last night. She was here now and she was going to make the best of it.
"Serena," He grunted, "Imma-I'm gonna…" he released her hair, trying to move her mouth of him, she swatted his hand away and grasped his hips before sinking her mouth fully over him and taking everything he released.
He was panting, looking at her in shock, not expecting that. She released him before sitting up. A stoic face, expressionless.
They stared at each other in blank, steely silence.
He calmly sat up. He grabbed her, pushing her down till she laid on her back. He removed the rest of his clothing. He spread her legs, grasping her boots firmly before shoving her panties to the side and entered her slowly, stretching her, making her groan in a raspy manner. Him following her as he embraced the full feeling of her.
He towered over her, focusing on her face, she stared up at him, turning her head at the last second, avoiding his face. He rocked forward, a hesitation for her to get comfortable before he went full in. Unrelenting, pace, harsh breathing came from both of them.
"Is he what you want?" He growled lowly into her ear, grabbing her left boob roughly, squeezing, his other hand grabbing the bed frame, the leather of her boots digging into his bed protested in noise. He became rougher with her, squeezing her hips, willing for them to come together closer. She grabbed him, whimpering loudly at the contact. She was protesting how good he felt to her. Eyes shut tight, daring not to look at him.
"Look at me!" He growled. She popped her eyes open. Looking at him in surprise. "I'm the one who can take you anywhere! I'm what you need!" He shouted. "Dammit Serena, feel me." He grunted before grasping her underwear and ripping it off her body clean.
She didn't make a sound. Stunned at how the flimsy fabric landed on the floor sadly. She looked at him, her facial expression in a scowl.
"Do I feel better than her?" She gritted out, meeting his movements, furious pace as well. "Did you fuck her like this?"
"No," Ash stated strongly. "I'm only fucking you." He pushed forward, making her fall flat before attacking her mouth, making her cry out, moan out, and any other sound she could make. Just to shut her mouth.
"I fucking hate you!" She fought to say against his tongue, his mouth. It was hot, she felt hot, sweaty, her lungs were protesting strong, her legs were straining. She felt her body ache, it protested as Ash moved her, tossed her, shoved her, stretched her.
"I hate you more!" He yelled back. They both went to that high place from there, harsh breaths, small groans, and panicked screams as they came down, their pace slowing, their passion cooled. The sound of slapping skin came to a slow halt.
Breathing harshly, they stared at one another. Sweat was dampening their skin, the bed was a mess. Serena had angry red handprints on her hips while Ash had scrapes on his.
He pulled out of her before collapsing on her side, grabbing her and keeping her firmly against his hot skin. She protested before losing all her fights. He grabbed her once more, pouring a heavy, forceful kiss on her lips, tasting her sweat and pulling on her lips.
She laid down, closing her eyes briefly, taking some deep breaths. She blinked. She felt it, broken. Feeling wet tears come down her face as she embraced him, coddling into his chest. Letting a devastating sob leave her body. She sobbed loudly, placing her tear-stained cheek on his chest. Hugging him closer.
He was what she wanted and needed in her life. The realization became heavy and crashed down into her. Her cold exterior couldn't hide it any longer. Ash just held her. He briefly made quick work of her boots, shedding the black material before kissing her head, embracing her deeply. He covered them with his quilt before embracing her fully, burying her body into his.
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IT was three in the morning…
Serena awoke, sweating profusely at her side. Her body felt sticky, her lady bits felt raw and worked. She also smelt like alcohol and a masculine cologne. She glanced down and saw Ash was sleeping but a firm hand was grasping her wrist. Even in his state of sleep, he was holding her.
She tried to break free and leave but she ended up waking him. His eyes had a hard time focusing on her, his eyes tired and red. He wordlessly got up and stared at her, silently asking her what was wrong?
"I'm dirty, I need to go." She whispered to him. Ash watched her before pulling her off the bed. He dragged her to his en-suite bathroom. Flicking the lights on, he headed straight to the huge-ass jacuzzi tub, gloriously naked, opening the tap to let out some warm water. He started adding some salts as well as some oils and bubble baths. While the tub filled, he gently brought Serena to the tub and coxed her silently to get in with him. She hesitated before stepping in. Ash sank down, pulling her in front of him. Closing his eyes as he felt the water rise around them.
She wasn't sure if this was what she wanted but stayed quiet.
It was quiet.
It was half three in the morning, both of them sat in the warm water relaxing. Serena's lady bits were in heaven, relieved as the water soothed their sore skin.
She leaned against him as he started dropping soft, light kisses to her shoulders. The tub was filled high, creating the illusion of a small pool. Serena pulled away, wading in the water a bit, she turned to face him, dunking her whole head in the water, scrubbing her face a bit to relieve it of all the foundation, mascara, and eyeshadow. She raised a bit, the water clearing from her eyes to see Ash, simply watching her as she popped up. He began to snicker before handing her a clean washcloth and a face wash.
"Your face is still pretty," he whispered, her taking the item. "despite the melty look."
She huffed before taking the cloth, squeezing the gel on it and wiping her face clean. Once happy with her clean feeling face, she waded over to where Ash sat, him watching her, expressionless.
She came closer, closer until she was directly in front of him, she indicated for him to dunk down which he did. Rising up, she then lathered his hair with shampoo, using the water to get rich foam. He watched her in stoic fascination, her skin felt warm against him, the bubbles tickling them. He felt his hands skimming the water, touching her hips and curve of her ass as he looked at the concentration on her face as she continued to lather her own hair.
He reeled her closer until their faces were inches apart. She was looking down at his lips, he was looking at hers. Slowly, she pushed closer until she touched his, touching became stronger, mouths gently opening more, as if questioning, as if knowing. Breathing became more labored, more ragged and hotter. She pulled away before turning and leaning on his chest once more.
He took the washcloth and began wiping it over her chest, below the water, her thighs, legs, arms, everywhere. Then, he began to massage her shoulders gently. Soothing the tight muscles on her back and sides. She was almost asleep when Ash had pulled the plug in the tub, rinsing their bodies with warm water from the shower spray.
He pulled her up and wrapped a large, fluffy towel around her and then himself. He took her to his closet where he gave her a pair of boxer briefs and one of his Ketchum Frontier t-shirts. He pulled on a pair of boxers on himself and headed out of the room, leaving Serena to her own devices.
She dressed quickly, found a blow dryer in his bathroom, warming her hair till it was slightly damp.
She found him on his bed, a clean pair of sheets on now and him laying down, staring at the ceiling. She clambered in the bed, knowing she should have hightailed it out. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was lost to the world.
Ash watched her sleep. Him in deep thought.
He sat up and headed outside of his room. He headed to the other side of the Penthouse where his Pokémon stayed. Entering their quarters, he saw Pikachu, fast asleep in his basket bed, Snorlax was a mattress for some of his smaller Pokémon while his larger ones were comfortable in hammocks and on rugs assembled all around the room.
After giving Pikachu a light rub on the back, he exited the Pokémon room and headed to his balcony.
He was hearing loud bass coming from upstairs and knew Clemont and Bonnie were throwing one hell of a party.
It was for his effort in the Alola region with his partnership with the Aether Foundation. Lillie had come to Kalos to speak with Clemont about starting something and bringing both regions together. She ended up telling Bonnie about all Ash's achievements in Alola that both lemon siblings insisted on throwing a full out party for him with his friends and colleagues.
He thought of his night as he took in the Kalosian night air, the cool and crispness of the ocean ahead of him.
He was in a dark corner, chatting with his Alola crew, congratulating and updating about their lives when he saw her enter.
It was the first time he saw her since that evening in front of the building. She was a vixen with an angel's smile. Red was such a sinful color on her. Ash stayed hidden the entire night, just watching her. Nursing a strong drink as he followed her movements. A man could be seen with her, touching her fondly, affectionately. Bringing her drinks, making conversation with her. Taking pictures, dancing and being the life of her party.
She laughed.
She laughed a lot with him.
Ash could only clench his teeth. He smiled of course with the others, playing the perfect friend and debonair gentleman. He mingled with Lillie, hoping she was satisfied with Clemont's preposition.
He saw them again, this time munching on some snacks, they were closely huddled, him speaking and then pointing in Ash's direction. Serena didn't glance up but shook her head furiously. Did she know Ash was watching her? He exhaled loudly before leaving to get something in Clemont's office for him.
"There you are!" Bonnie had come up to him. "We ran out of ice; can you get the emergency ones I left in your freezer please?" She could tell Ash wasn't in the best of moods so didn't push him too hard.
He gave her a deadpanned look before walking off to his penthouse. She blew a kiss to him.
He felt so angry. He tried, he really tried and it felt like a total failure. She would never be his. She was a bitch. She didn't care about him. She didn't care how he felt. She didn't care!
He saw his door open, wondering if Clemont had gotten to the ice before him. He stepped in and saw a shadow of red, looking at the photo Professor Oak gave him a few years aback.
He felt anger. There she stood, everything he wanted in that tight red dress and she didn't care. Yet she was in his house, touching his stuff, looking like she fucking belonged there and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
He saw her being touched by another man. She was moving away from Ash. He noticed her startled expression when he spoke to her. He saw her eyes darkening. He saw she wasn't running. He wasn't going to let her get away. He felt his resolve breaking and he knew he had to have her tonight. He wasn't going anywhere until she fucking understood she was his. She only belonged to him and he would do everything in his path to make sure she understood that now.
He listened to her sob in his chest after their aggressive love making. Ash rolled his eyes at his stupid head. His heart broke, knowing he was the cause for her crying. She clung to him as she allowed her body to cleanse its grief. He held her tightly, falling asleep only when he was positive, she was asleep herself.
Next time, he was going to make love to her.
He knew without a doubt this was a turning point. He was in hell with this woman and he knew it would be the heartache she was sure to give him.
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