My fellow Arthenians,

So I'm finally rediscovering the drive to write, but I'm experiencing an almost equivalent decrease in time I have available to write in.

This chapter isn't going to be the smut that I promised it to be, and for that I apologize, but you're going to just have to bear with me here. I think this is going to be the last update to anything else I do before I finish off GGP, then I plan to do a chapter or two on JNS and then I'll be back to this one. If you aren't already a reader of my other stories, I strongly encourage it.

Without further ado, here are some words and sentences.

With eyes tightly shut, not daring to open and face the world and the situation he was in, Ben cleared his throat loud enough to attract the attention of the lusting Pokemon who clung to him. The bunny-girl's ear flicked once in what could have possibly been annoyance, and she turned her face toward his, head tilting to the side slightly. "Yes?" she prompted him innocently, as though nothing were out of the ordinary (which, Ben supposed, it wasn't; not for her, anyway).

The male stared at the backs of his eyelids for what felt like an eternity, gathering his courage, before taking a deep breath and looking to her. As he found those big, beautiful eyes with his own, her hair a little messy from having been in bed for a while, he was briefly paralyzed by her beauty, incapable of doing anything other than simply absorbing the sight, absorbing her.

The Lopunny repeated herself and Ben snapped back into reality, blinking twice before managing to choke out a few words. "D-Delaney," he began at length, all to conscious of the position that he was in, all to distracted by the gentle tickling feeling that the short fur on her hand gave him as she moved it down his shaft, cradling his balls delicately in her open hand. Ben had long since drawn his hand back, digging his fingernails into his palm in an effort to prevent the excited twitchings of his dick from advancing into a full-blown hard-on. "I've been thinking-"

"Oh?" She cut him off with a smirk, tilting her head to the side. She then rested her head down on his shoulder where she could still watch his facial expressions and show that he had her full attention. "That's a new one for you, isn't it...?" She giggled to herself, clearly pleased with her own joke. Ben's stomach churned as her digits slowly began massaging his peach.

Ben swallowed a lump in his throat. "Yeah... I was thinking about you, abou-" Delaney squeezed her hand closed slightly, enough to make him jump and feel uncomfortable but not enough to hurt him. The last part of the word 'about' escaped him, he incapable of getting it out because of this. More giggles. He tried again. "About us."

At this, Delaney's ear twitched once and then perked, as though it was fully at attention and not wanting to miss a thing, but her facial expression didn't match; she was still looking at him with that dreamy, spacey sort of look as though she was focused more on what was going on in her head as opposed to outside of it. Her smile may have widened a little... Was that blush on her cheeks?

Uninterrupted, Ben continued: "I know that we haven't known each other for very long, and I'm really grateful that you've been so supportive and helpful. I have the strange feeling that somehow I'm partially responsible for what happened in your village, and I think you do too, but you haven't blamed me even a little and I'm grateful for that as well." He paused, just watching her. She was watching him too. She wasn't tuning him out; she was listening completely and entirely, that much was evident.

"And, uh," he went on, with word-searching pauses every so often. "This could have been a really terrifying experience for me, and while we may not have figured out why I'm here or how I can get back home, but all things considered, I haven't had as much fun as I'm having with you in a long time. I think that, uh," he cleared his throat, adjusting the way that he was laying in obvious discomfort. "I think that I really like you." He concluded with that, biting down on his bottom lip and watching her closely as he awaited her reply.

He didn't have to wait long, however; almost immediately she responded with a quiet giggle, she retracting her hand from his pants and draping it back across him, cuddling against him as though she hadn't just been feeling him up. "That's very nice of you," she said sweetly, nuzzling her face into his shoulder. Her ears were now dropped back down in their usual lackadaisical manner, she the complete mirror opposite of his tense, anxious state: she looked remarkably comfortable and at peace.

Ben, however, was very confused and potentially a little offended. 'That's very nice of you,' she said. He had just opened himself up to her, feeling that there was a connection between the two of them, and that was how she responds to him? 'That's very nice of you'? The condescending nature of the comment alone was enough to drive him insane, as it was the same sort of reply that he would give a little kid who said something similar.

Ben frowned.

A little kid... He recalled his meeting with Lily, who was so small and innocent and had turned out to be multiple times his age over. If her village had been so respectful of her, treating her as their leader and guide, was it possible that she was considerably older than he was? He didn't see why not, and the idea suddenly became increasingly plausible to him. He closed his eyes, imagining how stupid it must have sounded to her.

He heaved a heavy sigh, opening his eyes then to look to his companion. Her hazel hues had closed, and she had become still other than the steady, rhythmic cycle of her breathing. Her nose twitched slightly as she slept, and Ben couldn't help but smile at how adorable it was. He refused to believe that she could possibly be older than the Buneary that he had met, and decided that he would ask her her age in the morning.

He pulled the girl closer to him, who made a sleepy, squeaking sort of yawn and snuggled more tightly against him. She may not have had feelings for him, but he still enjoyed the moment, their embrace. As he closed his eyes and began drifting off to sleep, he told himself that his lover was in his arms and that everything would be alright.

What's the harm in pretending for one night, after all.

Uh.

I don't remember writing any of this. I got blackout drunk last night and woke up with this in the notes section of my phone. It LOOKS okay to me, but I'm sure it's not? Tell me if something is wrong here and I'll fix it.

Arthenius