D Stands for Dominance

Misty felt her heart thumping in her ears, hammering itself against her ribecage. Her heels, albeit too high and undoubtedly leaving permanent red marks on her anckle, provided an extra boost of confidence, the clicking of stilletos slapping against the floor made Misty feel impurturable.

Instantaneously, Misty distinguished Ash amongst the crowded party room. The abstracted shades of lush red carpets and curtains weren't ditering Misty tonight. She was on a mission.

Gary was first to spot her, letting out a low whistle as he eyed her up and down. Smirking in Ash's direction, almost jealous of the cocky Pokemon Master. Almost.

Strutting towards Ash, Misty didn't acknowledge a single look of praise of the men swooning in her direction. Her eyes were locked on the prize.

Ash, evidently, was last to realize Misty had made an appearence, his back facing towards the ambitious red head. The young man surely wasn't prepared for this.

Misty built just enough courage in her system as she brushed her milkywhite finger tips along Ash's shoulder. Purring his name breathlessly into his ear. This seemed to do the trick as Ash shuddered under her touch.

"M-misty?" Ash childishly stammered, unable to face the beauty as her hands remained locked over his torso.

"Hmm?" Was the only humm of an answer Ash received. Propelling him to advance the conversation further himself.

"Is there a particular reason why you have locked me into a vice grip? Or is this just a new formation of a silent language you have conjured up?" Ash smiled devilishly, he knew he had Misty stumped.

"Ash, did you read a dictionary?" Was the only inquiry Misty could mutter softly as she continued leaning her head into the crook of Ash's neck. This was Gary's que to go, and Drew followed reluctantly behind.

"Im hurt that you are implying that I need to utilize a dictionary to form a vast vocabulary'" Ash feigned in dramatized distraught.

"Mind me Mr.Pokemon Master, but I didn't realize you had such sophisticated literature tucked away in that brain of yours." Misty remarked casually as she continued letting her head mold to Ash's shoulder. Disregarding people who were eyeing them in a questioning way.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Misty" Ash countered mysteriously, still persisting cranning his neck to glimpse at the girl behind him. Misty evaded his attempts.

"I suppose that's what a couple of years would do to us, huh." It was a statement Ash noted, not a question.

"Alright, I'll humour you" Ash teased, futilizng his twitching head to stop trying to face the young women anymore.

"Good" was the sweet reply that came from her lips as she steered Ash twoards the back balcony, away from their eyeing friends.

"Okay, it's official" Ash joked, "I'm cold, you got me."

"Oh, just shut up" Misty laughed.

"You can turn around now" was the only quip Misty countered with, reluctantly releasing Ash's possibly bruised torso.

Said man was relived to have the ability to turn once again, and he did it without hesitation. Knowing that whomever he saw, would be the most beautiful person in the world. And Ash would be lying to himself is he wasn't ecstatic just by the sound of her voice.

And the impossible was achieved that night. Ash shut up for a good hour. His lips were occupied.

Did I just write the cheesiest fanfiction at midnight? Maybe lol. Sorry, this is more fluff than anything else and so sorry this was postponed. This story was spur of the moment, but I liked how it came out.