Welcome to the last chapter of Just teasing! I also thank my friend who gave me all those pick up lines. This chapter is for you!

.Tucked away in the corner table at a wedding table in a undeniably uncomfortable position was Ash Ketchum. Five years had passed now, and he was a husband to the most beautiful angel which lead to his much more enjoyable company, one Misty Ketchum née Waterflower who was currently ducked beneath the table, loosening the buckles on her strappy heels. Ash 's eyes traveled over the exposed expanse of her back, smatterings of freckles in little imitations of constellations he'd taken to naming; a hobby Misty teased him for, but the twinkle in her eye belied her true feelings on the matter.

Slowly, carefully, she straightened from beneath the table, lifting her tired feet into his lap, hidden by the pale purple table cloths that covered the small flock of round tables laden with the remains of fancy finger foods, empty cake plates, and copious glasses of half drunk champagne, used for the many toasts offered throughout the evening.

Ash reached up and tugged his tie loose, releasing the top button on his dress shirt, "I don't care if Dawn rankle me about it, I can't take this noose any longer."

Misty snickers, wriggling her feet in his lap, silently entreating him to deliver on his promise for endless foot massages, an essential part of their private wedding vows exchanged across mussed pillows with breathy laughs in the quiet of their dimly lit hotel room the night after they married. This long into their marriage, she still held him to his word, just as he did once a month when he gazed longingly at her recipe for his favorite dish, sometimes going so far as to line the ingredients round the bench top in the kitchen in an attempt to force her hand. Which Ash felt was reasonable given the number of times she'd simply plopped her tired feet in his lap or across his chest as he lounged in their flat, or now cottage, and prodded him until he serviced her.

Absentmindedly, but still with expertise, Ash let his deft hands slip beneath the table, slowly working the soles of her feet, her tense toes, and slightly swollen ankles as she bit back a moan. Wouldn't want to give any wrong ideas, eh. The look on Brock's face might just be worth it.

"It would be," Misty answered what he had thought was an internal question, "But we still shouldn't."

She pushed her still full champagne toward the gaudy lilac and daffodil centerpieces, eying the flower girl and ring bearer dancing clumsily as the photographer chased them around with a hulking camera, "I miss Pikachu a bit."

Ash hummed, "Me too. It's nice to have a night off, but this thing is so bloody boring, no offence to Dawn though."

Misty snickered, poking a finger into her slicked hair, readjusting the copious number of pins May had jammed into her scalp by the feel of it.

Eyeing her wince, Ash tilted his head toward her, "I'm fairly certain if you took out all those pins your hair would stay up."

Groaning, she slumped lower in her chair, "I won't be taking that bet dear. This is the last time I let May at me with all those makeup horrors.."

Ash smirked switching to her left foot.

Toes cracking as she wiggled them playfully, Misty subtly gestured with her chin toward the cash bar where Brock was currently chatting up a perky looking blonde swathed in reams of yellow taffeta, "Reckon he'll get anywhere with her?"

Ash snorted, "Wanna bet?"

Misty's eyes narrowed dangerously as she resisted the urge to drag Brock by his ear away from the poor blonde. Running her fingers over the flowing skirt of her silken pale green dress, Misty forced herself to forgo the impulse and chose the intellectual side : immature mocking behind his back. "So what d'you suppose his opener was?"

Catching on, Ash furrowed his brow in exaggerated thought, "Did your hear someone calling your name, because that was my heart."

"I think Brock is better than that" Misty scoffed, munching on a half eaten breadstick.

Ash let out a brief but booming guffaw that drew the attention of some nearby revelers, but was luckily drowned out by the cheesy loved up ballads that are staples at most weddings. Despite the disgruntled glares, Ash is unperturbed, "How about, 'Your body is 65% water and I'm thirsty.'"

Misty shakes her head, pulling her feet down from his lap and scooting her chair closer, bare toes coming into contact with crumbs on the patterned carpet, prompting her to make a mental note to scrub herself thoroughly when they get back to the cottage. "You're going in the wrong direction dear. Your wooing technique is obviously too refined and educated."

Ash quirks a brow, inviting her to give it a try as he props one arm over the back of his chair, eyeing Misty's untouched champagne before downing it in one gulp.

For a moment, she's caught up in the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows, eyes drifting to the small section of skin revealed by his unbuttoned shirt, his loosened tie, and rumpled hair, giving him the look of having been thoroughly snogged, which is rather enticing to a woman who makes it a habit of giving him that look as much as possible. Catching on to her train of thought, Ash attempts to wink, an action inhibited partially by his current level of inebriation, but largely the result of his complete inability to do anything more than blink his eyes slightly out of sync. It's a good thing winking isn't my 'thing.'

"Got any better, Waterflower?"

Narrowing her eyes, she wriggles her ring laden left hand in front of his face but moves on, "He seems to be like 'I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you instead' kind of person today"

Ash snickered.

"Got any wedding themed moves?"

Ash strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning in close and whispering in her ear, "There's only one thing I want to change about you, and that's your last name."

"Smooth," Misty chokes out breathlessly, internally smacking herself, you're his bloody wife that line shouldn't work. Gulping, she refuses to allow him a win and drags her nose along his jaw, "I was feeling a little off today," she tugs his earlobe with her teeth, winning a small gasp from his parted lips, "but you definitely turned me on."

She watches as he gulps again, his pulse thrumming as he breathes, " If you were a Pokemon I'd always choose you."

The warm smell of his cologne mixed with his aftershave and that heady scent that's all his own sweeps around her in coaxing tendrils more effective than anything as she grinds out, "Buggering hell, want to get out of here?"

As if he'd been waiting for her invitation Ash stands abruptly, hooking a finger through the straps of her shoes, tucking her small clutch into his coat pocket, and tugging her after him toward the exit. He offers Dawn a subtle wave, which the girl returns with enthusiasm, gesturing for Ash to call her, presumably after the honeymoon, and then they're outside the venue, cool summer air refreshing against heated skin.

Hastily, Ash glances around the small park tucked around the corner where they'd taken pictures with Dawn and Kenny earlier. Once they're tucked away from prying eyes, he pauses, and Misty briefly considers whether he's about to recreate some of their happy hours when he looks at her, a wicked smirk spreading across his mouth, "Oh my God. My line worked. I won."

Frustrated at the idea of losing and at the delay in…proceedings, Misty flicks his chest, "Lines don't count if you use them on your wife who's carrying your child."

They both freeze, Ash 's jaw dropping open as Misty's mind reviews the past few moments, attempting to determine whether she'd just announced their coming first child because she was bitter about losing a pick up line contest with her husband. She quickly forgets as Ash 's hands come up to cup her head, thumbs running over her jaw reverently, "Really?"

She bites her lip, gripping his wrists and nods, still on the down stroke when suddenly their lips are meshed together, as she grabs his hair trying to bring his closer as he ends the kiss somewhat messily, peppering her face with more kisses, emerald eyes glinting with unbridled happiness and hunger that mirror her own as she whispers, "Take me home Ash ."