Terminality
Part Three: Union
By Chris Devlin
E-Mail: devlin1983@hotmail.com
Genre: Romance
AN: Well, this is part three of my Terminality series. If you haven't read part one and two then you can also find them, as well as all my other fics, on Fanfiction.net.
Cool night air blew in through Misty's open window. She sat on the bed, Ash in front of her. His hand moved up to her neck, drawing her close before kissing her passionately. She reciprocated, kissing him back with an equal passion. They opened their mouths and each felt the others tongue entering them. Ash moved his hand down Misty's neck until he reached the top of her dress. Slowly he pulled the zipper down revealing her naked torso to him. Soon she sat there in only her underpants, her heart beating crazily. Ash's hands moved slowly, caressing every inch of her body, taking note of the smooth skin. Misty lay back and gasped slightly for breath as Ash continued. His hands moved up to her breasts, cupping and gently fondling them. He fleetingly touched her nipples, sending a shudder of joy through Misty's body. Ash looked up at Misty, his hands continuing to move over her. "I love you Misty." he said. Misty moaned slightly before looking down at him "I love you too Ash." she replied. Ash stopped his activities and moved up toward Misty's head. Misty turned her face to look at him. They smiled at each other, a couple in love. They kissed again and Misty rolled over so that she was now on top of him. She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bare chest to her. She ran her hands over his well-built body, taking extra care to feel his muscles. Leaning down she kissed the bare flesh, and continued pecking at him, constantly moving further down until she reached his belt. She looked up at him again. "Ash, I really, really do love you." she told him. Ash smiled again. "Me too Misty. Me too."
The cool morning breeze again blew through Misty's open window, rousing Ash from his sleep. He opened his eyes to see Misty, still asleep before him. His lips parted in a smile. The morning light shone from behind her, casting an almost angelic aura around her. He moved his hand over to her face and gently ran his fingers over her perfect cheeks. She stirred slightly in response to this but remained in her slumber. Ash continued to gaze upon her, reacquainting himself with the face he had been so familiar with so long ago. Several years ago he would never have believed someone if they had told him he would end up with her. He would have laughed at them and told them they were crazy. Yet here he was, looking at the sleeping form of Misty Waterflower, the woman he had made love to only a few hours before. He shifted his position to get a better look at her perfect features. He was so in love with her he couldn't possibly describe what he was feeling. Misty seemed to sense him watching and slowly she awoke. Her eyes opened ever so slightly, enough to let her see. When she saw Ash lying next to her, gazing into her eyes. She smiled. "Morning Ash." she said, opening her eyes further and moving her head closer to him. "Morning." Ash replied as he kissed her. They wrapped each other in their arms, holding each other close and tight. Again they kissed, before resuming their love making.
Once they had finished, the pair lay in each others arms, staring up at the ceiling. A thin sweat covered them both causing the sheets to get damp and clammy. Soon enough Ash got up and headed for a shower. Misty watched him walk into the en-suite bathroom, all the time thinking how lucky she was to be with him. In all the years they had known each other she had never envisaged the two of them would even reveal their feelings, never mind act on them like they had the night before. She sighed and smiled to her self, rolling over in the bed so that she was on her back, gazing upwards. His maturity and sensitivity amazed her now. Before she'd considered him to be slightly arrogant and immature, as well as having the all sensitivity of a brick. But now she was certain, positive beyond any doubt that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. He was the one. She'd always known he was special to her, always had that feeling for him. Now, her heart told her to do what it takes to make a proper relationship with him.
Soon enough Ash emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and started getting dressed. Misty just lay there watching him, the sheets covering her naked body. "What are you doing later tonight?" Ash asked, pulling on his shoes. "Nothing much. Why? Do you wanna meet up?" she replied. "Yeah. I was kinda hoping we could go catch a movie or something." he told her. Misty nodded her head in approval. "Sure. The Gym closes at five. You can come round for me then." she told him. "Ok." Ash replied as he walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. The kiss held such a gentle passion, Misty nearly melted into his arms again. "You know, you can't keep kissing me like that. When you do I just feel like I'm sleeping, and I lose track of time. And as you know, I have a job." she said, a mischievous grin on her face. Ash grinned back at her. "I'll see ya later." he said before turning round and leaving. Misty just lay back again, closed her eyes and sighed the sigh of the terminally happy. Looking round she glanced at her clock. The red digital display showed "8:45am". "Oh, god damnit!" she cursed as she quickly got up and ran toward the bathroom.
Over the next few days, life took on a brand new shine for Misty. She looked at everything differently. Things she had previously thought of as only pretty, were now the most beautiful things she had ever seen. She marveled at the beauty that surrounded her, taking time out to admire her surroundings more than ever. It didn't distract her from the Hospital appointment she had to face though, and far too soon the day arrived. She told Ash she had to go out of town for a few days, not wanting to spoil what the two had together. As it was he had things to take care of himself so he didn't have any problem with her leaving town. If she was free of the disease, she wouldn't have to tell him at all. If she wasn't though...
She sat on the edge of the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor to return with the results. Her hands were shaking with such ferocity she was unable to mask her apprehension. Daisy sat with her, giving her a reassuring hand to hold. "You'll be fine Misty. It won't be anything to worry about." she told her, trying her best to look optimistic. Misty gave her a weak smile. "Thanks Dais. Y'know I don't know what I'm going to tell Ash if it hasn't totally gone. How do I explain to him that I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and that the rest of my life could only be a few years?" she asked, her eyes beginning to water slightly. "I'd rather we weren't together at all than break his heart." she said, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. Daisy put her arms around Misty in a tight sisterly hug. "You listen Misty. You are going to be all right. You and Ash will stay together, and you'll be happy. Even if something should happen, which it won't, do you really think Ash will let you go that easily?" she asked. This made Misty think. "Well... I suppose not. but what if....." Misty started as the doctor walked in, causing her to trail off, mid-sentence. She was a pleasant looking woman, about forty-five Misty had thought, with blonde hair that was beginning to turn gray in places. The doctor smiled at her before she started to talk. "Well, Ms Waterflower it appears that it hasn't returned. We caught it just in time." she said. This set Misty crying again, although now they were tears of happiness. She felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. "Thank you." she said to the doctor in between teary blubs. "My pleasure Ms. You can go now, we don't need you anymore. Good luck." she said to Misty as she stood up and walked from the room. "Thanks." she replied shaking the Doctors hand and closed the door behind her.
That night Ash and Misty went for dinner again. They had returned to the restaurant where they'd first confessed their feelings for each other, and again they were seated on the balcony overlooking the city. Misty was bubbling over with happiness, so much more so than usual that Ash had even commented on it. He seemed somehow distant though, as if his mind was elsewhere, concentrating on other things. At first Misty was concerned but just put it down to seeing things that weren't there. But the nagging thought that something was wrong kept her alert, unable to properly enjoy the meal. He seemed to be hiding something from her. After the meal, the pair walked together, enjoying the night sky and cool air. Eventually they reached the same bench that they had first kissed on. Misty smiled to herself, reminding herself of that pleasant memory. His kiss was just so tender on her lips and... She realized she was daydreaming slightly and snapped herself out of it. Ash was just slumped on the bench next to her staring out over the pond, a look of intense sadness in his eyes. Misty looked at him worriedly, before trying to talk to him. "Ash?" she asked. Nothing. he just sighed deeply and continued staring over the water. "Ash? What is it?" she asked again. Still no response. Ash glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes before closing them tightly. In the moonlight Misty was positive she could make out tears as they ran down his face, leaving only a damp trail in place of the previously dry skin. This upset Misty immensely almost to the point where she almost started crying. Almost, not quite though. "Ash? Please God Ash tell me. What is wrong?" she asked again. The only response she got was an audible sniffle from Ash as it became perfectly clear he was crying. Distressed Misty moved right next to him cradling his face in her hands. "My God Ash what is it?" she said, feeling herself beginning to cry. Again no reply. This began to annoy Misty. Bringing his eyes up to hers she made him stare into them. "Ash. Look at me. Look at me!" she yelled. Ash attempted to bring his tears under control, all the while trying to look into her eyes. Once she was convinced she had his full attention she asked him again. "Ash. What is the matter? What is wrong?" she asked calmly, only the tears on her face betraying the emotional discomfort she was feeling. "Misty... I... I want to tell you, but... but it'll ruin what we have. After all this time I don't want to lose you." he said, more tears pouring down his cheeks. Misty frowned. "Ash, by not telling me you are ruining what we have." she told him, her voice saturated in seriousness. Ash acknowledged this and told her the truth. "Misty, I... I'm dying..."
To Be Continued....