Something just like this
James entered the sparsely furnished kitchen of their base. His team-mate Jessie was sitting at the table, silently sipping her tea. He could hear her sighing deeply from time to time, gazing into the empty horizon. Jessie took another sip of her peppermint tea, not noticing her team mate approaching. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
„Something wrong, Jessie?" James asked, noticing her exhaustion. She shrugged her shoulders and, with a loud clonk, she plunked the cup on the table.
„No, James! Everything is perfectly fine," Jessie snarled, turning around and flashing her eyes at him. James took a step back. She was completely drained, the make-up on her delicate face was smeared and she must have been crying quite recently. He could literally feel her pent-up tension, it was almost graspable.
„Jessie. Tell me. What is bothering you?" he knew her every whim. Her moods ranged from jubilant to extremely sad and devastated and he was sure to be only one lapse away from an outburst of rage. Jessie jumped up from her chair, swirling around. She peered hard at her partner, her facial expression spoke volumes. She snorted angrily, making a step forward. Hands on her hips, she planted herself in front of James.
„You want to know what's wrong, James? I... I am confused. I mean, we've been together for so many years. You've been there for me in good times as in bad. We sleep next to each other. We care for each other. You hug me whenever possible. You hug me out of joy, out of fear or simply to feel my closeness. You have never left me in the lurch, you've never abandoned me. During my contests, you scream your head off as a token of friendship, devotion and support. I mean, you really give me the feeling of being worthy of praise, of being a talented and aspiring young lady, but still, you never had the guts to tell me exactly how you feel. What is this between you and me? Let's be honest, this is more than just an amicable friendship. Can't you feel the tension between the two of us? Are you really traumatised to such an extent or are you simply sealing yourself off from any kind of feelings? Do you only need a fire when it's cold? Tell me, James! What do you want?"
She tried to blow off her steam by taking a couple of deep breaths. James stared at her in disbelief. „What do you want?" she repeated her question, her voice almost breaking. He looked at her, not daring to give an immediate response. Jessie couldn't avert her gaze from him. Even though she was a nervous wreck, James was overwhelmed by her timeless beauty. He walked up to her, pressing her against the table.
James locked his lips with hers. He sat her on the table. In order to make room for his legs, he pushed her thighs apart. Jessie wrapped her legs around his back, running her hands through his lavender hair. James' kiss deepened and became hungrier. He leaned in and tilted his head slightly, attempting to open her lips with the tip of his tongue. Jessie relished the moment, ready to indulge in this firework of emotions. For the first time in her life, she felt sublime. They began to kiss passionately. He kissed every inch of her tear-stained face, running his lips down her neck, until he found the right spot. She gave a loud groan. „James," Jessie gasped for breath. He wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Au contraire, his fingers reached for the tail of her shirt. With only one movement, he pulled Jessie's uniform over her head. James interlaced his fingers with hers. He kissed the top of her hand like a true gentleman, never breaking eye contact. James placed a hand around her waist, the other wandered underneath her black shirt. She moaned with pleasure as James kissed his way down to her belly button. His movements were slow and sensual. He was an exceptionally gifted lover.
Now it was Jessie's turn to undress her partner. She removed both of his shirts, eyes lingering slightly on his well-built but somehow lanky upper body. Jessie could smell his herb aftershave, a mixture of krauts and musk. Suddenly, he grabbed her, pulling in her face with both hands. James was on fire. He carried Jessie to the worn out couch in their living room, dropping her black shirt onto the floor. After a quick breather, James focussed back on her neck, one of the most sensitive areas of her immaculate body. „More, I want more, James," Jessie lusted after him, she pulled him closer. Her kisses were wet and loud, she moaned ecstatically. James paused to think. He placed a tender kiss on her cheek.
„Jessie, you're the most amazing woman I've ever met, but I want it to be special and not hasty. We shouldn't act with recklessness, you deserve a much more romantic environment. I want you to keep it in mind as an unforgettable night," he pressed his lips on hers. Jessie sighed at his decision, but he was probably right. Slightly disappointed she nodded and sat up.
James looked at her, his eyes radiating peace and warmth. „Earlier on, you asked me what I want. Jessie, I want something just like this, I want you," he kissed her parting, inviting her into a long and cordial hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck. „Thank you," Jessie whispered. „Thanks for being so considerate and careful, but I always knew you were," she rubbed his back, placing a last kiss on his bare chest. He stood up and tucked her in, before walking to the entrance door. „Where are you going?" she asked.
James turned around, a bashful smile on his face. „I'm going to get our Pokémon, before they get lost in this impassable forest." Jessie looked at him, completely taken aback. She expected an explanation. James sighed, he couldn't suppress a smile. „I've sent them on an aimless scavenger hunt. They have surely been wandering round for a few hours now," he grinned and left their base.
THE END