Chapter 20: A Gift of Scotch!
"We totally have to light all those torches again," Lance sighed softly, finally releasing me.
I looked at him in horror and he shrugged, motioning Dragonite. The massive dragon unleashed a hyper beam without even needing to be told verbally. I watched the beam bounce around the massive cavern under Lance's guide, and I rolled my eyes. The white-hot energy left flames behind, somehow not just destroying the torches.
"Come on, your future husband is cool, right?"
"I guess," I laughed. Then I sighed and smiled. "Yeah. Absolutely."
He practically glowed. "Come on, we got reservations."
I got back on Dragonite with Lance, and we headed into the restaurant together. They seated us without hesitation. Lance was the elder's grandson after all, and the champion of the clan. He was well recognized in the city. Both of us were embarrassed and quiet though, our fingers laced on top of the table.
"What kind of wedding do you want?" he asked softly, as if he'd finally worked up the nerve to voice the question.
"Do you think the league would really let us have a simple affair?" I asked curiously. I had a feeling that a gym leader and champion of the elite four wouldn't be able to have a small affair.
"Definitely not," he admitted. "I'm sure they'd still let us do what we want, though… Like if we wanted a wedding party, if we wanted it outside or inside, you know… that sort of stuff. I can't say I'm very good as this type of thing. I've been to a few weddings in the clan, but I've really never been involved it one."
I'd gone to Blue's… I didn't really want it in a church for obvious reasons… "I refuse to wear a dress," I offered.
Lance rolled his eyes. "Why would you? I assume we'd wear suits, like, awesome ones, not boring tuxes."
We laughed and joked about dumb things like garters and bouquet tosses, but mostly we shyly admitted traditions we liked and might be interested incorporating into our own ceremony, like personalized vows, or feeding each other… I… I was going to marry Lance. It felt so unbelievable, and so right.
The food was delicious, but the butterflies in my stomach made it difficult to fully appreciate how good the food was. Getting married meant Lance and I would work on combining our lives fully. We should probably talk finances and goals for the future… Lance had told me he didn't want kids already, and he seemed to want one even less than I did. I also just handled the mansion's expenses and finances myself; Gold hadn't really bothered to learn anything about our financial situation, we'd just used a joint account I'd set up for us. Granted, I'd removed him from that account after I'd gotten out of the hospital last year. Lance and I hadn't talked money at all, ever, we just paid back and forth on things, not keeping score.
We ended up just heading to Lance's small home for the night, since it was so close, and we were so wrapped up in each other. I texted Heather, the most tech-savvy of the members of my staff that lived at the mansion. She'd pass on the word we wouldn't be back tonight. I just wrapped myself around Lance the second we got inside, just wanting to be close. I'd wanted to throw myself at him the entire time we'd been in the restaurant.
He clutched me tight, and we just stood there, enjoying each other's embrace and warmth.
"I love you," I uttered easily, clutching him tighter.
"I love you too, Silver," he whispered back, and he kissed me. The kiss deepened, and I groaned in pleasure as his tongue slid into my mouth. It felt so good, feeling him exploring my mouth, and brushing my tongue against his. My body was reacting to the pleasure and closeness, and I gently ground my hips into Lance's. I felt his body reacting to mine, and the kiss got rougher and more desperate.
I pulled away, panting. Lance tugged me right back in, coaxing me up against the wall. The kissing and grinding were amazing. I could tell Lance wasn't rushing things. He was savoring each kiss and touch, and I didn't mind at all.
I could barely stay standing after a while, and Lance surprised me by wrapping his arms around me and picking me up. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he encouraged into my ear. I did and he shoved my back against the wall to give me some support. One of of his hand slid under my ass, pushing my hips forward so he could grind our clothed erections together, slow and methodical. He went right back to kissing me.
I couldn't help moaning, struggling to catch my breath with my heart racing. This level of grinding would do me in, fully clothed or not. The friction was frustrating, but enough after the several minutes he'd been doing it.
"Lance," I warned, honestly too close for comfort.
He got rougher! I gasped in surprise, flushed and trying not to come at this point.
"Ah, I, Lance, I," I uttered in slight panic. I arched into the motion out of habit (I just needed a little bit more!), and was just about at my limit, when Lance suddenly stopped.
"Close?" he teased.
Jerk! I couldn't even manage to yell at him as I shivered, the edge of my orgasm slipping away. I couldn't help shifting in frustration at the lack of simulation, but it just wasn't enough. I was probably going to leave marks on him with how hard I was digging my fingers into his shoulder blades.
"I didn't mean to get you that close," he offered, actually sounding embarrassed.
I gasped weakly as he tugged me tight against him, carrying me to his bedroom. I was way too sensitive now, the pressure still coiled in my gut. I was completely hot and bothered as he set me softly on the bed, and then he gently crawled over me, continuing our heavy make out session. I flushed as he pulled away and got up on his knees, tossing off his cape and undoing his button up shirt. When he pulled his undershirt up over his head, I flushed like I was seeing him shirtless for the first time.
I loved Lance's body. I eagerly ran my hands over his chest and took one of his nipples in my mouth. He groaned happily, pulling me close against him. Then he started undoing his pants, managing to get them down just enough I could see his cock straining against his boxes.
Lance really was huge, although he was kind of a huge guy, too. He looked fairly average until it was pressed against mine, and then… yeah. I wasn't as thick as Lance, either. According to Lance, I wasn't exactly small myself, but it certainly didn't feel that way when I went comparing… I tugged his boxes down enough so I could get his cock out, and I happily took him in my mouth. I could only get about halfway down his length when I took him down my throat, or I might die.
"Oh Arceus, like that," he encouraged, tangling his fingers through my hair and rocking his hips gently to get a bit more friction.
I eagerly encouraged his clothes the rest of the way off, and he ended up laying there completely nude. "This isn't fair," he chucked, starting to unwrap me like a present. My clothing quickly joined his on the floor, and I didn't mind at all. Then he grabbed the lube and I flushed. The bottle was almost empty… How much sex did we have?! We never even stayed at his place but once in a blue moon.
I gasped as Lance started returning the favor, taking me in his mouth. I was honestly still so close… I just went back to sucking his cock, just to try and distract myself. He chuckled and shifted our positions so that instead of us being on our sides, I was on top of him.
I didn't last long at all. Lance grabbed his shirt off the floor, spitting out my cum into it. I wasn't insulted… honestly it was hot, and I knew he'd never been into swallowing. Fuck, anything he did was hot…
"Still that pent up?" he teased.
I just shivered happily. "Clearly not anymore…"
He laughed lightly and groaned happily as I focused on him and his cock. My body needed a bit of time to rest, but honestly not that long… I slid two fingers into my mouth to cover them in saliva, and then pushed them slowly into Lance, one finger at a time. I just took my time, loving how tight and hot he was. His soft noises of encouragement as I took the head of his cock in my mouth already had me getting hard again.
"You're full of such youth and vigor," he observed. "You should probably stop that if you want me in you."
I stopped immediately, grabbing a baby wipe and cleaning my hand. He smirked lovingly at me. "Message received…"
My breath caught when Lance didn't really prep me, he just slowly and carefully pushed his lubed cock into me in a gentle back and forth. "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly, breathless
"N-No," I admitted, "that was just incredibly tight… fuck…"
I was a panting, sweaty, restless mess as Lance thrust into me. Lance finally pulled out of me and forced me onto my back, continuing in the missionary style. I was thankful as he kissed me, and I could tangle my fingers through his hair. I couldn't help my cry when Lance hit a sweet spot, he just grinned, and the onslaught began as he mimicked the movement.
It was just searing pleasure, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I was so close, Lance gasped in pleasure as my muscles tightened. I could hardly believe I was already about to cum again after barely a half hour.
He froze suddenly though, and I quickly realized why when I heard the front door.
"Fuck," Lance swore, "I didn't lock the front door."
Seriously?! And the bedroom door was completely wide open, and we were totally on top of the quilt on display.
"Clair, get out!" Lance snapped
Too late. Hopefully she wasn't too scarred at seeing us tangled together, covered in sweat. She instantly stopped and turned on her heel. "Shit, sorry," she stated, followed by, "Lock the goddamn door!"
She left and Lance regarded me curiously. "Are you okay?"
I was surprisingly really not deterred at all. Gold and I had been walked in on once and I hadn't let him touch me for a week. Lance had had his body completely over mine and his cock was still right up against my prostate. I just squirmed to stress the point and he smirked, lust coming right back to his eyes.
He started jerking me off and yeah, I was not bothered by that interruption at all. He met me at my orgasm, and I couldn't help crying out his name, clutching him tight. He pretty much had to meet me though, I always got too sensitive for penetration after I came (the exact opposite of most women he teased).
Despite the interruption, that had been amazing sex. I felt that way about a vast majority of the sex I had with Lance, though.
"Don't pass out now," Lance chuckled, patting my cheek. I blinked in dazed bliss, and shyly averted my eyes. Lance just gently held me close, his weight over me feeling so nice. It was so sensual feeling his erection fade and soften inside me.
We eventually got up and took a shower together, though. It did not get steamy; we were both too spent.
Instead, we pulled on some clothes and went to see what Clair wanted. The early summer night was so cool and comfortable in the mountains… I sighed softly, leaning my head against Lance's arm as we walked. He gently wrapped an arm around my shoulders, smiling tenderly at me. I was goo, and he knew it.
Clair's house was quite a bit more impressive that Lance's. Apparently, the clan had given them both homes in Blackthorn, and Lance just never bothered to get another place since he was rarely around. Clair obviously had. Gym leaders were known for being loaded… me included now.
She rolled her eyes at us and let us in.
"Let me guess, you two couldn't make it home to fuck, so you just did it here?"
"Pretty much," Lance admitted. "Sorry, I forgot to lock the door. Also, sorry you had to see my ass. Right, Silver, I forgot to add the disclaimer that on top of Clair and I sharing blood, she's a lesbian so don't be jealous."
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I hadn't known that—the gay part anyway. I knew they were cousins; Lance's father and her father were brothers. Their fathers were also the sons of the chief of the village. I knew Clair's father was basically the leader of the clan, but Lance's grandfather had stated it was Lance. It was a whole drama. Lance was born in Viridian like me, though.
"I've seen it before enough," she sighed, flopping down on the couch. "I just saw the light on and figured you were staying the night. I didn't realize you'd dragged Silver out here. I heard you were in the Dragon Den earlier, what were you up to?"
"Ah, yeah, that. Anyways," Lance breezed right past the question.
Clair rolled her eyes. "Grandfather said you can train there whenever you want. He even gave you permission to take Silver there. Were you training?"
Lance sighed and gave me a questioning look. I just shrugged. I didn't mind. Everyone was sure to find out about our engagement soon anyway. Holy shit I was going to marry Lance!
Clair raised her eyebrows at us. "I uh, was teaching all the dragonair to glow when they saw Silver's dragonair… I was proposing to Silver…"
Clair's mouth fell open. "I interrupted engagement sex?!"
"Yeah," Lance laughed.
"Shit. My bad. Congrats you two. When's the wedding?"
"There's a lot to do before then," Lance laughed nervously, and Clair nodded in understanding.
"Geez, get out, go bond. Congratulations again," she huffed, shooing us out. "Wait, no, hold on. I have a present." She ran off to the kitchen and came back with an expensive looking bottle of liquor, shoved it into Lance's hands, and then shooed us out all over again.
"Whoa, nice," Lance chuckled, raising the bottle of scotch.
We headed back to Lance's place, and a glass of that stuff had me ready to curl up in bed. Lance just lovingly stroked my back when I dozed off in his lap on the couch, the TV droning in the background. I woke up in his arms when he carried me to the bed, and the night was just gentle and loving, a perfect end to a great day.
xxxxxxx
I called Blue that morning and met up with her for lunch to tell her in person. I was wearing one of Lance's t-shirts since I barely had any clothes at Lance's place. It was a bit big on me and I was just completely aware it smelled like Lance… I'd at least just been able to re-wear my jeans. His pants definitely wouldn't have fit.
We'd gotten too… busy that morning to make it back to Viridian, and Blackthorn was closer to Mahogany. That was why I was also wearing a pair of Lance's boxers. It was a bit distracting. Lance had stayed behind to wash our clothes and the sheets.
Blue was smirking at me with a knowing grin. "I'm guessing you spent the night in Blackthorn last night?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"I'm also assuming you meet the dragon up close and personal?"
I sighed at her teasing. "That's not exactly unusual. Granted… Lance proposed last night. I said yes."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "I thought you didn't want to get married?"
I tilted my head in confusion. "Of course I did."
"I specifically remember saying you didn't when I was getting married."
I laughed nervously. "Blue, I was 18 and I wasn't ready for that at all. I am now, I really want to marry Lance…"
I was surprised she was blushing. "Geez," she whispered softly, "You really have changed, Silver… It's not a bad thing, I'm just surprised. Are you two going to have a ceremony?"
I nodded. "We have a lot to plan obviously, but we wanted a ceremony with our friends and family… It probably won't be a small event, though… We've accepted that, as long as we can say our vows and all that… Lance wants to wear really nice suits, and not traditional black tuxes if I could ask for your help in that…"
Blue's eyes lit up. "Yes. What are the colors?"
"Red probably…" I admitted. It just suited us both…
She grinned and dragged me back to her house after we finished lunch, showing me a few rough ideas, she'd already planned for a suit for me. I was a bit embarrassed, but it was… a pretty cool outfit, based on my first pokemon, Sneasel. I was completely on board with it. "Obviously you two can't see each other before the wedding, but I had a great idea for Lance, too. It gives me a bit of time to bond with him, too…"
I laughed nervously. Oh no. Hopefully she didn't run him off.
AN: When you move in with a partner you don't notice how great their clothes smell anymore!
