The morning was subtle and gentle in coming, unfolding slowly like a lotus blossom. The Pidgeys and Taillows had recently begun to sing as both the sun and Otomé stirred from their slumbers. The latter was loathe to open her eyes, instead wishing to remain curled up peacefully under the comfortable blankets of the bed. She felt so content; for a moment, she couldn't understand why. But as the girl stretched out and brushed up against someone else, she remembered and finally opened her bright eyes.

He had always looked remarkably adorable when he slept. Almost as innocent as a child. She couldn't help but smile fondly at the Dragon Trainer's sight as he slept so soundly beside her, an arm lazily draped across her waist almost in an unconsciously possessive way. He was laid out on his stomach, his head turned towards his love, her wing, though folded, still separating them.

Gingerly, as not to disturb the silver-haired young man, Otomé managed to sit up, gathering part of the covers around her to preserve her modesty, futile as it was. They were in his room--the room they figured Omi was the least likely to randomly show up in. But as her mind jumped from the Espeon to the reason why the couple had been so adamant about avoiding her, the Water Trainer began to blush and pressed her hands against her cheeks in a girlish fashion.

She could no longer call herself a maiden, could she? Was this how it felt, a loss of the last innocence? She felt no differently than she had the previous night! But it didn't much matter. The Articunomorph was more surprised with her companion. She hadn't any idea that he could've been so affectionate and passionate! And gentle as well. Quietly, she chuckled to herself through her blush as she recalled their virginal mishaps due to Jet's worry of being too rough.

He would sleep for awhile longer, though. With love, Otomé looked back down to her boyfriend. He never awoke so early; she wouldn't doubt it if he didn't stir until almost afternoon! So with a soft sigh, she sank back down to the bed and shifted onto her side in an attempt to get closer into the halfling's embrace.

But before the young woman could settle back into a light doze, she heard a low chuckle from the opposite side of the room and instantly felt ice in her stomach.

"Finally awake, are you?" Omi remarked cheerfully from her perch atop an empty dresser. "I was wondering why you weren't in your room..."

"Omi!" Otomé bolted upright, her hands clutching the white cover over top her to her chest, as though it alone could completely hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a thing at all.

"Otomé, what the hell...?" Having been disturbed by his girlfriend's shocked shout and sudden movement, the Mossdeep native began to stir, muttering darkly to himself about early mornings until the Espeon spoke again.

"Oh, so I see he awakes as well... What a surprise..."

Dark eyes wide, the boy instantly flipped over and was sitting up along side his companion, fighting hard with himself to not blush. "What the hell are YOU doing here, gnat?!" He hissed, trying to downplay having been caught in bed with his love.

But Omi simply chuckled again, not threatened as usual. "I found Otomé's room quite empty earlier. So I came in here to brave your sass and ask if you knew where she was. But lo' and behold! I end up finding you two snuggled up together with the clothes you guys had been wearing last night scattered around the floor by the bed..."

At this recount, the couple blushed as one, undoubtedly recalling just what they had done the previous night. This caused the Sun Pokémon to laugh for a third time, which in turn agitated Jet further.

"Get lost, furball!"

"I dunno... Is it really wise to leave you two alone again?"

Snarling, the silver-haired teen grabbed a pillow from behind him and hurled it at the feline in a single, fluid movement. But like always, she teleported out of harm's way at the last second, though luckily didn't reappear. Once the couple had concluded that the Espeon would not return, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"That damned cat!" The halfling fumed, balling his hands into fists. "I'll wring her neck next time I see her! She's probably blabbing about this to those demon Pokémon of yours!"

"Awww, don't worry about it," the Articunomorph cooed, still blushing though daring to lean over and wrap her arms around his midriff. "Omi's just playing and I'm sure all of our Pokémon would've found out eventually one way or another..."

"But still!" It was hard to maintain his anger with her being so sweet and calming. Her warm embrace and soothing, silvery voice made him made to return to sleep.

Noticing that her love had let his mind wander, the Water Trainer used the opportunity to pull him back down to the bed and press her lithe body closer to his, resting her head against the crook of his neck.

"'Still' nothing," she countered with girlish determination. "You'll probably sleep until the afternoon now and then forget wanting to murder her."

"Ha! I've always wanted to murder than damned cat," Jet countered, giving into Otomé and twining an arm around her own slender torso. He tried not to blush at their extreme contact, nor acknowledge within his mind his enjoyment of feeling her soft skin against his, but failed miserably at both tasks.

"And you're always just talk, too..."

"What?! Am not!"

"Yes you are. You fail so horribly at your attempts to kill her that they can't even been counted as being serious..."

"Hey! It's not my fault-" The young man gave up the argument abruptly when he heard his companion's giggle and realized she was simply toying with him. "Yeah, well... At least people don't mistake me for being a child because I'm so short..."

"I am not short!"

Otomé always looked cute when she pouted.