A/N: Hey howdy! How's it goin? Hopefully good! I'm gonna say that this will be one of the ending chapters of this story. Not that I don't enjoy reading/writing Pokkopikku, but I've gotten a few oneshot ideas for a big collection, spanning multiple characters and different AU settings. I'm not sure when that'll come, but hopefully soon! With school and work piling on, I don't know when I'll have a load of time to write, but hopefully soon. Thanks for reading!

Porco opened the door for Pieck as they arrived back at the hotel, and he walked up the stairs.

"Hey, Pock, mind if I shower at your place? Mine's not working well." Pieck trailed him up the final flight of stairs.

"Sure, that's fine." Porco had a feeling that her shower was working fine, and something else was the reason for being alone together, in his house, in the shower.

But he had no idea what was about to happen.

Porco rested down onto his couch. He was tired, his legs in pain. He had done little that day, aside from his encounter with Pieck, yet he was still in pain. He didn't know why, though. Porco rubbed his legs with his hands, to little avail. A minor break in the soreness, but it came back quickly. Porco groaned and reclined back, resting his head on the armrest.

Porco began to think. A dangerous thing, for him.

Why did Pieck make the first move? Does she want to stay as friends? More than that? Both? Neither? Why is she in my shower?

Porco's torrent of brain waves was interrupted by a calling.

"POKKO!" Pieck called out his nickname from the shower. "POKKO-!" She held the second one for longer, insinuating a taunt. Porco got up and walked over to the closed bathroom door.

"Hai? What do you need, Pieck?" He hadn't a clue what she wanted. The shower was still on, and he hadn't heard her get out.

"There isn't any soap, Pock." Pieck complained. "How am I supposed to clean myself if there isn't any soap?"

Porco sighed.

No soap? I didn't take mine out, did I? No, I never do.

"Isn't mine in there?" Porco responded through the door.

Pieck hesitated. "No. Just go grab some from your closet!"

All of the warriors had a restocked cabinet biweekly, containing various self-care necessities, such as soap and deodorant, and other products for ladies. Porco sighed. He knew that his soap was in there, but also didn't want to argue any longer. He drudged down the hallway and reluctantly grabbed a new soap container.

"Can I come in?" Porco knocked on the door, soap in hand.

"Yeah! I need my soap!" Pieck retorted.

Porco opened the door and ducked his head down, looking at the floor.

"Awwwww, Pokko, you don't want to look at me? I might cry." Pieck taunted him.

Porco blushed, raising his hand and presenting the soap, Pieck opened the glass door, and reached out. She grasped her wet hand around his wrist, pulling him in close. Porco looked up, catching himself against the glass, making eye contact with Pieck. He absorbed her physical aura, and felt a rise in his nether regions instantaneously. Pieck smiled at him. "Take those off and get in here."

Porco had little choice, not like he would have disagreed. He stripped as quickly as he could, tossing his white shirt and sports jacket off against the wall, and throwing off his jeans and undergarments as he clambered into the shower. He pressed his body against Pieck's, his toned stomach muscles and pectorals making contact with her bosom and stomach. He pressed her against the wall of the shower, interlocking their fingers and putting them against the wall, just above Pieck's head.

Pieck smiled and opened her mouth to speak, but she was prevented by Porco's lips claiming hers, attaching himself onto her fiercely. The pair intertwined with each other, Porco's leg sliding between hers and caressed her sex gently.

Pieck sent forth a small sigh, only encouraging Porco. The blonde lowered himself down onto his knees, placing his right hand onto the top of her womanhood, rotating on her clitoris. His opposite hand reached up to cup her breast, enticing her already taut nipple.

Pieck ran her fingers through Porco's slicked hair, ruffling it and entwining it with her hand. The pressed his head closer towards her, his mouth latching onto her warm sex, already dripping from his foreplay.

She tasted incredible, and Porco was addicted. He ran his tongue across the folds, and released her breast from his left hand, bringing it below her and inserting two fingers.

Pieck arched her back, moaning from the sudden pressure and filling of her lower regions. The raven pressed his head against her, grinding her hips forward and back on his face. Porco was in a state of pure bliss, encased by Pieck and tasting her delectable sex.

Pieck picked up her pace, swiftly moving back and forth and clenching her gut as she climaxed , sending fluids all over Porco's face. Pieck continued to grind, slowly decreasing in speed until she came to a stop.

Porco pulled back after Pieck released her fingers, and stood up. He pressed against her once again, giving her a deep kiss before he turned to leave. Pieck followed him out and stole his towel, before drying off and running out into his living room naked. Porco dried his hair and legs and followed.

"Really, though you could run away from me?" Porco found Pieck laying on his couch.

"No..." Pieck stretched out her arms and hi her fingers against her palms repeatedly, motioning for him to come to her. Porco couldn't resist, laying down next to her as they once again knotted themselves together.

At that moment, nothing in the world mattered. No war, no jobs, no enemies. They were home. They were happy. They were together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Fin.

A/N: That's it! I hope you enjoyed the story! Adios!