Whenever someone said that fire trainers were naturally warmer, Rosa always figured it was a joke. She laughed it off, finding it just as ludicrous as when people said trainers with an affinity to ice Pokemon were cold. But once half her clothes had gone and Flannery pressed her up against the wall, lips on her neck and hands on her hips, Rosa had to swallow those words. Flannery was hot, and not only in the sense that she was gorgeous. There was an undeniable warmth to her, one that frankly worried Rosa a little bit. Her breath, her fingers, and her chest all radiated a heat that went well past the borders to 'abnormal'.
"You're really cute," Flannery whispered into her collarbone, pressing her nose to the soft skin and nuzzling it a little as her teeth pinched at the flesh covering the bone lightly. "And a strong trainer. I'm glad that I lost to you in the finals, of all people." She'd peeled off most of the clothes on both of them, and as she grinded against the brunette, all she wore was her red thong. Significantly taller, she'd bent her knees, letting one of them rest between her legs and pressing against her groin as she guided her bare, toned body against Unova's champion.
All Rosa could do was whimper, at both the compliment and unexpected nipping. All she had on were her pink bra, black tights, and the matching pair of panties beneath. Little in the way of a response came, as the surprise of the moment struck her. Not helping was the sexy body rubbing against her, lithe but with curves where they counted, a toned stomach, perfectly-shaped breasts... She was torn between admiration and inadequacy, wanting to bury her face between Flannery's breasts in the same breath as lamenting her own.
Flannery enjoyed the whimper thoroughly, giggling and pressing harder against Rosa. The wall of her hotel room limited her, and she certainly didn't go anywhere near hurting the girl, but she wanted her pinned there. Rosa may have been the better trainer by miles, but Flannery was older, stronger, more experienced, and eager to hear the cute girl vulnerable and whimpering some more. "What's wrong?" she laughed. "Am I too hot to handle?"
Rosa shut her eyes tightly, not sure if she was simply making a pun or aware of her abnormal body heat. Had there not been a hand slipping down her tights, she would have endeavored to ask Flannery if she was running a fever. She didn't want it to stop though, and her attempt to tell her that no, that wasn't it came out as a trembling moan anyway. She was too nervous for words, and that affirmed Flannery's question. Instead of arguing, she moaned again as a finger started to toy with her clit, and her shoulders rolled.
"It's too easy," the redhead teased, her other hand moving up the wall, fingers tapping along it as though it were a spider, until she found one of the long twintails. She let her fingers roll up into it, getting entangled, so that when she pulled down gently Rosa complied, baring even more neck for her. Light kisses traveled, the gentle nips coming at random, always accompanied by a stifled, surprised sound from the brunette. "You look like you're going to erupt."
Already starting to crumble beneath the pleasure, Rosa made silent moans with her mouth open, no longer resisting anything. She pressed hard against Flannery, finding solace in the warmth and eager to feel more. Her arms loosely held tight to her, never wanting to let her go and lose the heat source. It was a cold winter night outside, and nothing would soothe her like a night of passion that ended with slumber beside a human heater.
"L-let's heat it up!" she finally mustered, saying it proudly despite the trembling in her voice, and was rewarded by a fingertip against her entrance.