Temptation Waits -

Temptation Waits - Chapter 2

Author's note; This is the second chapter of 'Temptation Waits' I think you'll like a little better. I tried to give Brock a little joy ^_^

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The morning was cruel to Brock. From his uncomfortable sleeping position on the couch, the sun's rays tortured his sensitive eyes. He brought up his right arm and blocked it with his hand. This would have to do, until he managed to get up. He saw that it was scorching outside, just like yesterday. His first thoughts were of the others, and he traveled into the bedroom Ash was occupying.

"Ash?" Brock looked at the lump of sheets on his friend's bed. He must be underneath them somewhere, Brock thought, and he pulled them off in one swift motion.

"Agh, Brock!" Ash moaned, curling himself into a tight ball. Brock moved quickly around the room, gathering his possessions and neatly packing them into his large backpack.

"Come on, the early bird catches the worm, remember?" He said laughing, as he collected Ash's clothing from the floor and tossed them at him. Ash grumbled, and Brock flew from the room, placing himself behind the counter. He began moving around, collecting ingredients and preparing the small table they shared with utensils. Misty's door opened when Brock was stirring a mixture. She entered slowly, wiping her eyes and pulling her suspenders up over her arms casually.

"Hey." She said, before taking a seat at the table. Brock continued cracking eggs carefully, and perfectly splitting the shell in two.

"Hey." He said nonchalantly, watching the yolk drop into the mixture. Misty smiled weakly inwardly, understanding Brock's behavior towards her. She had been praying last night that this would all blow over. She was so unsure about that kiss, it was so sudden, so unexpected. She had hated him for it, showing her everything she didn't want to see. If things were different, she might have kissed him back. She looked thoughtfully towards Brock, until Ash joined them in the room.

"Food ready?" Ash murmured sleepily taking a seat beside Misty.

"Yeah, it'll be ready soon." Brock informed Ash. He glared at her, watching her lean her elbows on the surface of the table. It was going to be a long day.

"I'm sorry, but this is a private match." A man stood between the Gym entrance and Brock and Misty. Ash had gone ahead, and was already inside. "No spectators allowed." He growled, and he stepped back, closing the door behind him.

"Stupid Gym." Misty sniped, feeling infuriated and humiliated. Brock sighed, resisting anger. They had traveled all day to get here, and with these unbearably hot days casting themselves upon them, they had hoped to get inside. Not only to see Ash battle, but for comfort too. Now they were left outside, finding themselves alone together. Brock started to walk away from the entrance, across the side of the Gym. "Hey, where are you going?" Misty called out, noticing him leave her presence.

"Shade." Brock called back simply, without turning. Misty walked calmly behind him. She followed him around the Gym, where the tall brick building served as a method of shade from the sun. Brock leaned against the wall looking at the ground silently, while Misty proceeded to lower herself to the ground. She crossed her legs like an Indian, and began plucking blades of grass from the soil. The moment was tense, neither had anything they would risk saying. Misty hated the silence, and tore through it with a conversation.

"You think Ash is winning in there?" She asked, and looked to the Gym. Wishing she was inside. Brock shifted his foot and put his ear against the wall.

"Doesn't sound like it." Brock joked bringing his ear back again. Misty smiled and picked a tiny daisy from the grass. She twirled it between her fingers and looked up at Brock.

"You can sit down if you want." Misty offered, gently tipping her head to the ground in front of her. Brock looked to her and brought his foot down slowly. He sat down and wrapped his arms around his legs firmly. She fell down from her upright position, and lay on her side, resting her head on her arm. Brock grasped at his legs tightly. He saw her bare waist, and he looked at the yellow cotton gently touching against it. He bit his lip, and urged himself to look away. So he set his eyes on her face. She was holding the daisy out in front of her, looking weary. It was still there, that temptation, it hadn't left him at all. It lingered on, and waited until a moment like this. Every day would be like this, and he knew he just couldn't get enough of her. He looked away, feeling broken up inside. What could he do? He had tried kissing her, talking to her, even taking his conventional way towards girls. He didn't understand her. Misty's name suited her only too well, and he didn't like it. He looked directly at the wall in front of him, and spoke nervously.

"Misty, I hate to bring this up again, but I just don't understand." He bowed his head down, feeling self-conscious. "You never told me why." He finished out weakly. He awaited her reaction, preparing himself for the fall.

"Do I really need to." Misty said lowly. "I think we both know this can never happen- it's, just, wrong."

"Wrong?" Brock exclaimed looking towards her in shock. Misty propped herself up further.

"Not wrong, but just, strange, I mean, why do you like me?" Misty smirked at herself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

"No, no," Brock moved forward, cutting her off. "I-I never thought I'd be telling you this, but, you're different." Brock said fiddling with his fingers. Misty furrowed her eyebrow at him. "I mean, I've never felt like this before," He said. "I can't stop thinking about you, and looking at you, and its killing me." He stopped, and took a deep breath after saying that.

"If things we-" She began.

"Misty," He interrupted firmly. "Please, just tell me how you feel." He told her. Misty raised herself up completely, finding Brock staring her in the face. She dropped her eyes timidly, and then raised them up again very slowly. She started moving her head closer to him, her hands on the grass behind her. She came just inches from him, and she stopped.

"I can't." She uttered nervously, feeling her cheeks grow warm, accompanied by a rosy colour. She turned her head away, but Brock leant forward even further, and managed to touch the side of her lips with his. He pulled back slightly, and watched her turn her head toward him. They both felt it, and the space between them disappeared, as their lips touched. Brock lifted his arm, and rested it on her waist, feeling the softness of her skin with his fingers. Misty jumped, and pulled back and instinctively brought her hand to where he had put his. "Brock," She warned him giggling.

"I'm sorry, I just can't resist your bare skin!" He joked, and Misty laughed further as he tickled her with his other hand.

"Hey! You guys!" Brock and Misty perked up hearing a voice shout out to them. They looked behind them, seeing Ash waving his arm in the air in the distance. They looked down at Misty's waist, where her hand was on his. They got up briskly, their hands separating as they began walking towards Ash. "Look! I got a new badge!" Ash cried out ecstatically. He held it up in front of them, striking a pose.

"Great work Ash." Brock said to him.

"Pity we couldn't see you win." Misty added.

"Yeah, it was the best battle ever, wasn't it Pikachu?" Ash said, looking down to his Pokémon. "What were you guys doing anyway?" Ash asked, turning around to walk. Brock and Misty exchanged a knowing grin.

"Nothing." They said together.

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Hell that was bad. Too sappy? I hate sappiness... Tell me if that sucked, cause I really can't tell anymore _