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Previously on GGP:

[Lauren stopped about a foot in front of him and smiled. She raised his arms up and forced him to flex for her. Trailing a finger across one of his biceps before tightening his ab muscles for him, she moved closer and pushed her body up against his, arms wrapping innocently around him to give him a hug as if nothing unusual was happening. He felt his arms close around her as well. He was unsure of how to feel about this. She pulled back and apparently he did as well. She studied him for a moment before turning him around. He looked over his shoulder at her nervously, and about the same time felt his body move to where he was bent over provocatively, a small portion of the end of his index finger hooked into his lip in a typical 'naughty schoolgirl' look. He thought he couldn't blush any harder than he already was. He could. Lauren wrapped her arms around her waist, falling onto her rear and dying laughing. *Oh yes,* she thought to her new plaything. *This is going to be fun.*]

Lauren was enjoying herself, perhaps a little too much so, but enjoying herself nonetheless. The bubbly, giggly, light and high sound coming from her ebony and emerald body was plenty proof of this. She took ten seconds or so to collect herself from her fit of laughter before she reached back behind her on the ground, wrists turning sideways slightly that she could brace herself on them, pushing up while getting her feet underneath her and drawing herself back up into a stand. Concomitant with the lapse of concentration was a dropping of the male in front of her to the ground, still suspended in the air as was evident from him dangling in the air with his feet and part of his legs along the ground back behind him. She regarded him now with a frighteningly analytical expression, as though she was now wondering what to do with you...

Meanwhile, the trainer was also coming to collect his thoughts. His brain was racing, signals in his brain lighting up and contradicting one another, zigzagging across his synaptic gaps and doubling back over as he strained to think logically, think rationally, think of something, anything that he could say. But what could be way to her, to this monster of his own creation...? She knew what she wanted, she knew how to get what she wanted, she knew she wasn't going to wait any longer. So what could be said to deter a determined being, a being that was so incredibly much more powerful, in much better a position?

That would be what he was hoping to discover when he opened his mouth, because he sure as hell didn't know beforehand. "Wait, wait, hang on..." The trepidation seemed to be draining from his tone, replaced by what he hoped was a more objective one. There was obviously something perceived as different by the elegant being before him, as she paused her ravenous ridicule of him, raising her gaze from an unconscious stare deep in thought to a curious one on his eyes, those deep, longing eyes that invited him in, begging his affection. He inhaled deeply, then continued, speaking along with the speed of his thoughts, deciding it better not to leave the lapse in time where she could do something and instead fill it with his words. The cold air that flooded in through a window which was cracked ever so slightly caused the hair on his arms and back of his neck to stand on end. "You... Think that we both want this, don't you?" He paused only long enough to see her facial features draw the appearance of a remarkably blank face. He had either surprised her or pissed her off, and she didn't want him to notice either way. But he did. "Well... I know you do. That's obvious." He allowed himself a smile and a little laugh, an awkward, short laugh that seemed all too obviously out of place, one that was not met with another laugh but instead the extension of the blank stare. The smile disappeared. "Well... I don't want this. I don't want any of this." He tried to gesticulate with his arms, to raise them in an encompassing gesture to refer to the situation as a whole, but he found them at his sides. There was a stirring in a mildly familiar region of his brain, where thoughts that were not his own originated, but he cut her off before she could speak. She was always sickeningly persuasive in her arguments, potentially attributable to her immense intelligence, so he couldn't let her get a word in. He already knew what she would say anyway. "And yes, I remember that fantasy I was just thinking of," he continued, alluding to his fantasy in the bathroom that preceded all of this, "but what you have to realize is that's all it was; a fantasy. It wasn't supposed to be something that would ever happen, because that's why you fantasize. So you can experience things that you have never, nor will you ever, live through." His tone had slowly drifted into what might be pleading. "It's okay to think about that stuff in your own mind, but in real life? It's something not only that you won't do, but something you shouldn't do." She brought her gaze from the floor to his eyes. She wasn't embarrassed or guilty, just considering what he was saying. She wasn't just blindly ambitious; she was far too smart for that. "Between us, this...?" He pointed at her and then himself, surprised by the availability of his limbs, but thankful and useful nonetheless. "It just can't be. It's wrong, not only in nature's eyes but in society's eyes as well." A shrug. "I'm sorry, but we just can't do this."

The Gardevoir in front of him folded her arms under her bust, resting her fingers on either arm. She took a step back and set him down to the ground, where he was standing. Relief flooded the trainer, but was short lived as he realized he still couldn't move. She was watching him, studying him. Considering his points, silently rebutting them with her own, weighing her options, making analyses, deciding her best choice, double checking to ensure she hadn't missed any variables, running through all of the possibilities a second time. All the while leaving him frozen there, waiting for the verdict of the self-empowered judge before him. Ten seconds passed, thirty, a minute...

Then she decided.

I know it's short and probably not what you guys were anticipating, but I wrote this during my free period today so it couldn't be especially long, and I needed this chapter to move along the story. I should be able to crank out another chapter tomorrow depending on what I choose to do with it from here. It might just be a work day with no publishing if it gets dirty, because I don't like to do TBC with anything dirty.