A worried frown crossed Kojiro's face briefly as he paid the bill for the dinner, drinks, and karaoke session all in celebration of Musavie's amazing effort in the Tripokalon contests. The next month was going to be a bit tight.

However, he grinned as he looked at her sparkling eyes and vibrant smile. But it was worth it.

"There's one more place I've been wanting to go to," she turned to him. Ok, make that very tight.

She grabbed his arm and laughed mischeviously as she led him around the crowded night streets of Kalos.

Finally, they stopped in front of a castle. There was a sign "Chateau Hotel"

Kojiro looked at Musashi, slightly exasperated. There was no way they could afford a stay at a luxury Kalos hotel! What was she thinking? He started. "Musashi.."

"I know what you're going to say, but this hotel is pretty cheap. Musashi pointed to the sign. A few hours stay was 30 dollars, a night was 70 dollars. Wait. A few hours? Kojiro blushed bright red. This was a "love hotel"! Musashi smiled coolly, amused at his reaction. "A real bath, and a real bed, in a castle fit for a Kalos Queen. That's all I want...really. And we can afford this."

Kojiro was still speechless as he looked at her, then at the building, then back at her.

Musashi held out an arm. "Now, escort me."

Kojiro nodded awkwardly. "Oui, mademoiselle."

They went through a strange kind of detector at the entrance, and a staff member behind a window designed so the staff wouldn't be able to see the customer's faces explained via a microphone. "Sorry, we don't allow Pokemon to be in the rooms with humans. We have separate rooms for them."

Musashi shrugged. "Makes sense." They handed over their pokeballs, and Nyasu and Soonansu. Kojiro smiled wryly. "Sorry, by decree of the Queen, I guess you're staying in pokemon rooms tonight.." Musashi stifled a small laugh. He was getting into this.

Musashi and Kojiro proceeded up the elevator, and down the hall to their designated room. He made an exaggerated gesture of opening the door and holding it for her to pass through before going in himself and closing the door.

The room wasn't exactly palacial, but the decorations were just the right amount of cheesy and ornate, the bedding on the one king sized bed was soft and clean, the lights were soft, and the bathroom had a tub big enough to fit two people at once. Musashi looked around, taking in the feeling of being in an actual room, before deciding to run over to the bed and somewhat gracefully flop down onto it.

"I take it the room is up to the Queen's standards."

"You can stop calling me that." She sat up on the bed, crossing her legs. She really did look like a queen sitting on a throne.

Kojiro laughed in a low and suave tone before dramatically kneeling down before her and taking her hand in his. "Never. I'm here to serve my Queen."

She opened her mouth to laugh again, not expecting the laugh to catch in her throat as an awkward blush softly colored the area around her delicate cheekbones. Why did he have to be so good at that? She stammered for the slightest moment before she shook her head at Kojiro's weirdness.

"Stop, you look like you're about to propose." That made him stutter and scramble around comically before he decided on just sitting next to her on the bed. Oops, that wasn't a very thoughtful word choice on her part.

Another awkward silence passed before Kojiro found his voice again.

"Shall I accompany you to the bath, my Queen?"

Musashi started to giggle again. Kojiro was one of the few people in the world she found she could really relax and laugh with. She really enjoyed his weird brand of humor where sometimes it was hard to tell whether he meant to say something so hilarious.

However, what she really loved more than the actual joke was the look in his eyes when he saw her laughing. He had an almost serene sense of comfort and pride.

Musashi recomposed herself, smiling at Kojiro as she moved in closer to him.

"I would love that, actually. You will wash my back, I suppose?" she purred.

"Of course, if you wish."

"Only my back?"

Kojiro stammered again, to Musashi's delight. Kojiro was actually a pretty charismatic and talented actor and speaker in most situations, but Musashi always knew how to derail his train of thought in a mere second.

"I-I suppose, I could,-"

His reply was cut short as Musashi smoothly closed the distance between their lips with a lingering kiss. He responded with intensity before they broke the kiss to gaze at each other.

She knew what he was going to ask next. It was a cliche at this point, but she knew he would say it.

"Are you sure you want me?"

She sighed and shot him an annoyed look. That one phrase reminded her of how many times she had betrayed his trust and took advantage of his loyalty. She left him to pursue other romances and careers, leaving him alone and vulnerable, however he never hesitated to welcome her back with open arms, and keep them open just in case she felt the need to fly again. Kojiro always took his own freedom very seriously, but in reality he felt just the same about Musashi's freedom, whether her vision included him or not.

She removed his tinted glasses and fedora before undoing his necktie. She ran a finger along his now exposed neck and collarbone teasingly.

"Only if you're willing to give all of you. Repeatedly." She said slyly, eliciting a shaky sigh from Kojiro.

He swiftly lifted his vest up and over his head, discarding it to the side before hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt and discarding that as well.

Musashi stood up gracefully with an air of calmness as she slipped off her dress, and undid her hair, sending it cascading over her shoulders. She lingered in the doorway to the bathroom, the bright lights illuminating her lingerie clad form. Kojiro gazed at her slack-jawed, his eyes slowly taking in this vision of his Queen. No, not a Queen. A Goddess.

She smirked. "Well? I believe we were going to have a bath first?"

Kojiro responded with a dreamy smile, before leaning forward and kissing her tenderly at first, and then more urgently as she deepened the kiss, embracing his bare neck to bring his shirtless form close to her scantily clad one. The heat and softness of their bare skin touching acted like gasoline to a blaze, and Musashi soon had Kojiro pinned to the wall besides the doorway, her hands swiftly undoing his belt and zipper. In no time, she had him down to a tantalizingly clingy pair of boxer briefs. She pulled back, smirking at him again as her hands moved in a deliberately slow path down his torso, and then around his inner thighs, taking in the sight of the thin fabric stretched taut over his eager body. When she finally ran her hands over the length of his hardness, a sizable patch of wetness had already formed near the waistband. She absentmindedly mouthed, "Wow" as a feeling of smug satisfaction swelled up within her, she raised an eyebrow at him.

Kojiro was already panting. "Queen.." was the only word he could manage to stutter.

Musashi grabbed his hand and hastily lead him into the bathroom, and then led his hand to rest on her own soaked undergarments. He looked at her with a hint of a smile as he gently circled the area with his finger, savoring the slick moisture against smooth silk. He hooked his thumbs into the sides to glide them down, before crouching in front of her, mirroring his pose from earlier. He looked up at her, his green eyes filled with devotion.

"Well?" Musashi sighed, weakly attempting to disguise her own breathlessness. "Serve me."

"Yes." he breathed before plunging his face into the crevice between her legs, bringing his hands up to her hips to help steady her as his tongue started to swirl around her already slick entrance. She responded by grabbing his lavender colored hair with both hands, a little more roughly than he would have requested, but he was beyond the point of complaining. The urgency of Musashi's moans and the movement of her hips quickly became intense and they shifted positions so that she was sitting on one of the bathroom stools with her back firmly against the wall.

"Kojiro...ah!...yes!" Without needing to hold her steady, he used one hand to stroke her insides as well. Two of his fingers slipped easily into the slippery crevice, and he gently curved them to put pressure on a small ridge he could feel inside her. She was making sounds that were less and less coherent until he felt her whole body shudder and spasm around his hands and face. He became aware of the pressure that had been building inside him as well, and as he heard her cry his name out in the midst of her orgasm, he got ambushed by his own wave of release.

He straightened up to look at her again. She panted heavily, her cheeks and lips glowing in crimson, thick strands of her juices splayed all over her thighs, the stool, and Kojiro's hands and chin. She sighed as she watched him absentmindedly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and then look down to survey the damage.

Musashi blushed and her smile was a little bemused. "Kojiro...did you..?"

He blushed and averted his gaze. "Sorry...I just got caught up in the moment, and.."

"Welll, that means we both need to wash off now."

To be continued...