They lay together, feeling warm, happy and content. His broad, muscular chest doubled as a pillow for her head, threads of hair stuck with sweat against his skin. Her hand stroked his shoulder gently, treasuring his presence beneath her, finally glad to have him as her own.

"Hey, why did we skip the you-know-what part?" Red asked.

"Because it's against the site rules," Yellow replied. "Do you want this story to get deleted?"

"No, I guess not."

"Better to lose one chapter than to lose the whole plot," she added.

"What plot?" he pondered, thinking about the story so far.

"And if this story gets deleted, we might not get a chance to be together any more." Then she added meekly, "And I don't ever want to leave you again."

He smiled at her words and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. They remained like that, her head on his chest, enjoying the sated feeling. Suddenly he sat up.

"Hey," he said. "What if they do delete this story? Does that mean that this never happened? I'd hate to have missed it."

"What happened?"

"You know, when we you-know-whatted."

"Well we both missed it. Who knows if it even happened. The author isn't allowed to write that bit."

"Oh. So how come I feel all kind of ... happy and dreamy?"

"Because the author is allowed to write this part."

"Oh. That makes sense ... I guess."

He lay down again, and she put her head back on his chest. After a few moments, Red shot up again.

"Hey Yellow, you know how we've never done it before. How come we knew what to do?"

"That's silly. All it takes is for the author to copy what's in stories written by other authors who read about it in stories written by other authors who new how to do it."

That was a bit more than his mind could grasp, fuzzy as it was after doing with her what he didn't do with her because the author wasn't allowed to publish it. (A/N Nor did he particularly want to write it ...) So Red lay back down, and Yellow repositioned herself how she was before.

It didn't last long. Again, he sat up.

"What's the matter now, Red?" she asked.

"Oh no! Yellow, we didn't ... like you know ... use any kind of ..."

"Don't worry," she reassured him. "That part got left out of the story, so there's no risk of anything happening to me, none at all."

"Phew!" he sighed in relief, and lay down again. A moment later he puzzled at how it even made sense, but in the end decided that Yellow must surely know.

"Anyway, I don't have a job that earns any money, so there's no way I could support a kid right now," he said.

"Not that I would mind having kids with you one day," she commented. "Have you thought about that, Red?"

"No," he answered. "I'm a guy, and guys aren't supposed to think about that sort of thing, at least not in stories."

After a pause, he added, "I think it's sad though. I would like to be able to dream of having a little boy or girl. I guess we'll give them the name 'Orange'. I bet they'll be a hot shot Pokémon trainer like me. But I can't dream about that just because I'm a teenage boy who only cares about one thing. Apparently it's to do with hormones and stuff ..."

A minute later he sat up again.

"Red, how am I supposed to enjoy a feeling of dreamy contentment when you keep sitting up," she complained.

He ignored her question. He had something much more pressing on his mind.

"What if this story gets deleted and the author hasn't kept a back-up copy?"

"How do you know he hasn't?"

"I'm not saying I know. I can't know unless the author makes me know, and if he does, wouldn't that be some kind of paradox or something and destroy the universe?"

"No," she reassured him, "paradoxes only destroy the universe in Doctor Who. This is Pokémon."

"Well, I'm just worried in case."

She pondered for a moment before replying.

"I know! There must be other authors who have paired us. With the new pairing feature, it should be easy to find another story with the two of us."

"Oh that's right. Hey, or you can search for 'specialshipping'. That's what they call it when we like each other in a story, isn't it?"

"Yes. Or in a drawing," she added, since she was an amateur artist after all, "but that's on a different web site."

Happy with that, he nodded and lay down so that they could continue feeling contented bliss.

Suddenly he shot up again.

"Yellow, if we search for 'specialshipping' and find lots of stories about us, doesn't it seem kind of strange?"

"Why, what's so strange?" she said.

"How can we fall in love more than once, each time like we've never fallen in love before?"

She puzzled over the question for a while, but this time, she didn't have an answer.

"And what if one of us dies in a story," he continued. "What then? Without this story, we might never be together."

Unable to come to a satisfactory answer, he decided that he might as well make the best of it and enjoy at least this one story. So he lay down and let Yellow place her head on his chest again. He embraced her with his arm and stroked her back gently.

She had to admit that he had a point. She puzzled for a while in silence, but in the end, the warm comfort of Red's bare chest under her head and Red's soothing stroking of her back made her drowsy. Out of the blue, she began to wonder if her powers would work on Red. Could she read his mind? She felt like she wanted to try, but the more she wanted, the more the thought became intangible and elusive.

Soon they both fell asleep, breathing gently and enfolded in the comfort of each other's arms.