He walked over to her with a stride more aggressive than assertive, his intentions clearer than crystal in his mind, the pain increasing down his spine again. At least the one thing he was absolutely certain of was that nobody could call him spineless. Jessie glanced up and fear flashed across her eyes as he sat beside her, his left hand resting beside her right hip without touching her body. His fist pressed deep into the mattress, which unsettled her; he'd never once acted like this in the past. She'd never betrayed his trust to the extreme before either. His eyes were locked onto hers, causing her to drop the pen she'd been using from being so startled at the change in him. His voice never altered in pitch or tone as he spoke to her, yet she felt deeply intimidated as he coolly told her that crying was a weakness, as she frequently reminded him, so why was she betraying her beliefs as well as her friends? She brushed the hot angry tears away with the bottom of her palm, hating herself for having been discovered like that when she'd been adamant to win the argument over the shower.
He took the pen and journal from her and moved them behind her back, his body against her stiff one as he rested his head on her shoulder to view the book as he wrote. She wanted to put her arms around his ribs, embrace him and draw him even closer against her, but she knew it wasn't a serious possibility. All the same, their proximity was causing her heart to beat faster out of more than just fear. She occasionally heard him turning pages, but even if he was going backwards in the book, she knew he wasn't reading it; she felt the inviting throb convulse gently in his arm as he wrote continuously. Then the throb stopped, as did his harsh attitude towards her. He leant backwards to face and look her in the eyes with what looked like genuine remorse.
He moved his hand to her cheek and gently caressed her as his elbow teasingly rested on her chest, making her become acutely aware that she still wore only her tiny tank top and mini skirt. She also wondered what he was planning, or was he actually indisputably sorry for his cold treatment towards her? No, she deserved every ounce of his hatred. Her senses were heightened enough as it was without him easing his free hand along her bare leg, nor his fingers driving her wild beyond the realms of temptation as they reached the top of her inner thigh and she almost involuntarily spread her legs whilst he toyed with the soft flesh that lay beneath the wet material. His breath along her neck drove her almost feral and she put her arms around his neck to pull him nearer. She felt like putty in his hands as he exhaled a sentence before closing the distance between their lips.
"I see you left last Tuesday blank, I'll give you something to write about today"
**
Misty's insomnia led her to the cottage and something bristled inside her as she saw her crush touching his partner, and this jealousy brought stinging tears to her eyes. She'd suspected they were too touchy-feely to just be friends for quite some time, but seeing hard evidence hurt her violently. Even though a tiny bedside light only lighted the room, she was able to have a clear view of Jessie's crotch from the location the bed was in compared to the window through which she viewed. Seeing James touching her intimately broke her heart. She turned and ran, not caring where to, just as long as it was away from that sight. She didn't need to see them having sex, but by doing this she didn't see the wondrous flash of crimson illuminate the woods moments later…
It grew at an alarming rate as its host's emotions almost peaked, creating more pain for the male in the process, but he ignored it as he concentrated on Jessie.
**
Pikachu leapt up from where it slept, sensing a great evil in the forest that caused every hair of its furry body to stand erect similar to a jolteon's coat. Its cheeks crackled mysteriously and against its will as it scanned the vicinity for the object that created its terror, seeing nothing out of the ordinary—Togepi floated on an electric blue cloud of its own accord; Brock was calling out the numerous names of women he fantasised about on a regular basis plus a few new additions; Ash seemed to be practising new goofy victory poses in his sleep, twisting his hair backwards in his cap's absence. (' Wow! I won the Silver Conference again! Wow, another seventy pokémon, I've got to catch 'em all and be the best!') Brock suddenly sat up in a cold sweat and slapped his face repeatedly. Pikachu thought someone else must feel the menacing presence and looked at him with a deep sense of relief, until he fell over animé-style upon hearing him mutter 'but they're so big I thought they had to be real, and Jesse's a girls' name!' in disgust, obviously having engaged in imaginary intercourse with her, only for her to transform into James again. He'd been suffering from this nightmare every night since seeing them both dressing up as Officer Jenny. Now he deliberately avoided fantasising about her, or anything to do with handcuffs after that.