Previously on GGP:

[The Gardevoir in front of him folded her arms under her bust, resting her fingers on either arm. She took a step back and set him down to the ground, where he was standing. Relief flooded the trainer, but was short lived as he realized he still couldn't move. She was watching him, studying him. Considering his points, silently rebutting them with her own, weighing her options, making analyses, deciding her best choice, double checking to ensure she hadn't missed any variables, running through all of the possibilities a second time. All the while leaving him frozen there, waiting for the verdict of the self-empowered judge before him. Ten seconds passed, thirty, a minute...

Then she decided.]

*I'm not sure who the FUCK you think you are,* she started in his head. The acerbic tone following the extended period of silence brought a small flinch to the male, both mental and physical. *But you're not in any such condition that you can tell me what I can and can't do.* Her arms unfolded, the lengthy ivory limbs moving to her sides that she could place her hands on her hips, which rounded out the hourglass figure that she modestly carried. She had leaned forward slightly in an accusatory manner, and the way she was speaking in his head brought with it an accusatory air... No, perhaps one of bitter disappointment? He wondered if such a thing existed before she continued. *What you need to understand, you insignificant little prick, is that I listen to what you have to say all day long,* she gestured broadly around her, *every day; without question.* Her cheeks had begin to develop a red hue that greatly contrasted her porcelain complexion. It seemed to be embarrassment at first, but was soon after diagnosed as fury.

He was free to use his own arms and legs now, his body having been released from the prison she had placed him in. If only he could be acquitted from his trial in a similar fashion. He used his newfound freedom to back slowly away. He remembered having knocked his belt of pokeballs off the bed and onto the ground. Perhaps his team could talk some sense into her... No, that wasn't what he was thinking. He was worried; he felt like he needed protection. He hadn't seen her this angry since the news program about a human on Pokemon genocide. She had a rather calm nature, as is to be expected of most Psychic-types, but this was just simply unnatural.

Lauren was walking disturbingly slowly and calmly in pursuit of him. She could have stopped him physically or psychically, could have easily lunged and gotten to him... But she either didn't care to or didn't think to. Instead she walked. As she did so, her eyes began to glow that powerful shade of blue, a perpetual state for a few moments, not the short burst that usually accompanied the use of psychic energies. Instead, she kept these blue eyes on him, watching his reaction blankly as the lightbulb on the ceiling abruptly shattered as though it had been hit by a baseball bat. About a second later, the bedside lamp all but exploded outward in a forceful fashion, scattering loose particles of glass across the room, where they collected together on the ground and reformed the vase. Weird.

As he was watching this, she got within striking distance. Her enraged state had seemed to have simmered over, into perhaps more of a general upset. She continued speaking as if nothing had happened. Eyes still glowing that blue color. *You need to hear me and understand me.* He knew she could just force him to do as she pleased, and he was silently thankful that he was allowed his free will. His stomach knotted, contorting into an uncomfortable twist as one of her deceptively fragile looking hands rested against his left cheek. She smelled softly of some flower he could not place, a pleasantly sweet smell but not overbearing. Crocodile tears?

*Night and day, day after day, year after year I've done what you've told me, exactly as you've told me, whenever you told me, whatever you told me,* She reiterated with a flat voice. *But today marks a day of rebellion. Nobody needs to know about what happens here today. Say what you will about not wanting to be with me, but I've been with you when you grew up, been a part of your thoughts throughout your life, seen you give the same attraction to some female Pokemon as you do female humans...* She shook her head wistfully. Bringing her hand down along his arm to his hand and holding it gently but firmly. *I've always thought of you as a friend, Arty. You take and you take and yet I still think of you as my best friend. Taking and taking and never giving. I know you love me as a Pokemon, I know we share that bond, but you never prove it; you never do anything for me.* Lauren's eyes returned to normal, large, emotionally deep, soulful Windows into the Gardevoir's soul. Pangs of guilt resonated deeply within the trainer as he came to terms with the fact that she was right. He had used her, had taken advantage of their relationship and she had never been anything other than supportive...

*So today things are going to change. Not for good, but for today they will change. YOU will do as I say. And this is no longer a request I'm making, something that I'm asking of you; this is what I'm telling you. We're going to do things today behind closed doors that can never reach the public eye. And provided you can be a good little trainer, nothing of today's events will. If you should so be inclined as to not be accepting, however...* She leaned closer. Applying pressure to the hand she held; light, but noticeable. Breath smelling of a natural mint. *There will be repercussions that I certainly hope I don't need to get into.*

This entire spiel was punctuated by a brief smile, and then Lauren released his hand, standing back up about a foot from him. Still in a stunned state, needing time to digest this, Arthenius remained where he was, arms dangling at his sides, completely o' natural. Lauren folded her arms in front of her, cocking her head to the side as she looked at him. *You accept? Great!* She picked him back up again by the use of psychic energy, much to the stammering and stuttering retorts and rebuts of the profusely confused trainer that was now levitating in the direction of the bed, which seemed to have suspiciously made itself...

That's gonna be it for a little while, more than likely. And don't get greedy, ya' horny bastards. I don't see myself ever posting more than one chapter in a day, and if I do you'll know that something has gone seriously wrong in my social and extracurricular life.

But, more importantly, the wait is over. The next chapter won't be out for a few days, because it's the last chapter, and it's going to be the best. Granted, I've never written an entire lemon before using all of my linguistic capabilities, but I'm fully confident in my ability to do so. I'm going to log a few hours of writing and probably spend the next day or two in class with a raging erection as I daydream how things are going to go from here, but it's all worth it for you guys.

I know these aren't the most exciting chapters ever, but just be glad that I'm back to posting, and that I care enough about the story to give it depth. This was some pretty heavy shit here, man, and I'm not sure if I wrote all the emotions and whatever right, but like I said on chapter one it's my very first fanfic, so there might be a few things that could use improvement.

That's it though guys. See you when the good shit comes out!

Arthenius