Woo, L is here! And it's longer than the other chapters! :D Since this prompt is lust, I must warn you that there is M-rated content within. The prompt may as well have been lemon. XD But if you're uncomfortable with that, just read until Ash and Misty are kissing, because that's where it all starts. XD then you can just skip down to the end, which just concludes the story by tying up a loose end. :)

This is my first attempt at writing a lemon, so I hope I did okay! This stuff is sorta hard to write, guys, so I'm not sure how proud of it I am, but we'll see what you guys think! I sort of have a problem with perfectionism in my writing content. XD As usual, my apologies for not giving this a good editing run-through.

I'm very proud of myself for getting this up by when I said I would, which is midnight tonight. It's currently 11:30ish. Score one for me.

Alright, I'm done rambling. Read away!

Lust

"Ash, try to control yourself!"

Ash Ketchum sat at the kitchen table of his childhood home shoving cookie after cookie into his mouth while his mother, Misty, and Brock looked up from the spread of wedding magazines they had spread out in front of them across the table. As Ash chewed his sixth cookie, he glanced up at the other three seated on the other side of the table.

"What?" he asked through a mouthful of peanut butter and chocolate chip treats.

Brock chuckled and went back to looking through the caterer's menu choices.

"Some things never change," the older man mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean, Brock?" Ash asked innocently, finally clearing his mouth of food. Brock chose not to respond and instead flipped the menu over, examining it quietly.

Delia and Misty, on the other hand, continued to stare wide-eyed at the Pokémon Master, who was seated across from them and Brock.

"Ash, honey, didn't I teach you any manners?" his mother scolded.

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Could I see you in the living room for a moment, Ash?" Misty abruptly interjected with a sweet falsetto. Ash leaned back in his chair and raised a dark brow at his wife-to-be.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure interrupting someone while they're talking is a breach of manners."

"Ash," Brock warned, still occupied with the menu.

"But, Brock!"

"Ash, listen to Misty!"

"Mom, I-"

"Come on, Ash." Misty's sweet tone had disappeared. Ash sighed, got up from his seat, and followed his lover into the living room. As soon as Misty deemed they were far enough out of earshot, she bombarded the trainer with blows to the chest.

"I can't believe you embarrassed me like that in there!" Misty whispered loudly, still punching him in the chest.

"Ow! Hey!" Ash whisper-yelled, grabbing Misty's wrists and covering them with his hands. "Stop hitting me!" Misty struggled against him.

"No! Let go of me!"

"I will if you tell me why you're trying to beat me up!"

"Fine!" Ash let go of his lover's wrists and let her arms drop to her sides briefly before she pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Your behavior in there was humiliating!"

"My behavior? You mean the cookies?"

"Yes, the cookies, you nitwit!"

Much to Misty's chagrin, as she stared menacingly into Ash's face, his lips began to curve upward and a happy sound escaped his lips.

"Why are you laughing!?" Misty was becoming more enraged with each passing second. Ash, who noticed the warning signs, stopped his laughter immediately.

"Mist," he started, a cheeky smile still present on his handsome face, "it's my mom and Brock. They've known me longer than anyone!"

"I don't care, Ash, it's still embarrassing. Your love of cookies shouldn't be on display for the public to see. Imagine what people will think at the wedding! They'll think I married a giant pig!" Misty threw her hands into the air exasperatedly.

"Hey, chill out, bridezilla!" Ash shot back, his smile instantly disappearing. "I don't know what your problem is, but this is not a big deal!

"Well I may be a bridezilla, but at least I can go five minutes without shoving ten cookies in my mouth!" Misty took a step closer to Ash and jabbed a finger at his broad chest.

"Bullshit!" Ash cried, inwardly wincing. His mother, who he had forgotten was in the next room probably eavesdropping, was surely going to make him pay for that one. "You love sweets as much as I do!"

"Yeah, well I have some self-control," Misty huffed, shutting her eyes and stepping back, arms folded haughtily across her yellow v-necked chest.

"Well, if you have so much 'self-control,'" Ash prodded, adding childish air quotes over his last word, "how about a little bet?"

Misty, intrigued at her lover's request, opened her eyes and turned back toward him.

"What sort of bet?"

"I bet that I can go longer without sweets than you can without... Um, something you like!"

"Oh?" Misty raised a slim brow. "And what would that something be?"

Ash faltered.

"Um..." Ash began, catching Misty's smirk. "Sex!" he exclaimed. "Sex! I can go longer without sweets than you can without sex or anything close to it!" Ash cried victoriously, standing up to his full height.

Misty's eyes widened frightfully, but only for a split second before coolly holding her hand out for Ash to shake. Besides, this would be worse for Ash than it would be for her, right? At least she got dessert.

"Stakes?"

"Loser has to do the dishes for two weeks."

Misty despised washing dishes just as much as Ash, if not more. And for that, holding out on him just might be worth it... Right?

"Deal."

Brock, crouched at the doorway with Pikachu at his side, raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, man, Ash really did himself in this time."

"Ooh, what did he say now?" Delia bubbled curiously, as she squeezed ketchup into a small bowl for Pikachu.

"Pika!"

"Here you go, sweetheart!" Delia set the bowl on the floor next to Pikachu. The electric mouse happily squealed again. Turning to Brock, she frantically asked, "Now, what happened?"

Brock stood up and smirked at his best friend's mother.

"Ash bet Misty that he could go longer without sweets than she can without-" Here, Brock paused awkwardly, averting his eyes from the older woman's. Delia's brow questioningly shot up.

"Well?"

Brock closed his eyes and gulped, wishing away the embarrassment of sex-talk with Ash's mom.

"Sex."

Delia sighed.

"Oh, Ash. He never did learn to think before speaking, did he?"

Brock, who was quite surprised that Delia wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as he was, blinked. Delia snickered.

"Oh, Brock, you don't have to be embarrassed!" she patted the younger man's shoulder comfortingly. "I know what sex is. I've had it!"

"Aghh, stop!" Brock covered his ears miserably. "Delia, you're like my other mom. I can't handle this!"

"Fine," Delia rolled her eyes, "I won't mention it again."

"Thank you." Brock exhaled and paused thoughtfully before asking his next question. "Who do you think will cave first?"

Brock saw a vaguely familiar glimmer in the maternal figure's dark amber eyes.

"What do you say we have a little wager, Brock?"

A week into the bet, Ash had suffered twice as much as he was anticipating. He had failed to remember that Misty abstaining from sex also required him to abstain. And not only was he not allowed to have Misty, he also wasn't allowed any cookies, cake, candy, pie, or anything else that tasted yummy.

Desolately, he forced himself into the kitchen, silently thankful that Misty wasn't present to see him suffer.

"Oh, what did I get myself into?" Ash moaned miserably, examining the contents of the fridge in his and Misty's shared home. "My mom brought us a cake!"

Slamming the refrigerator shut, Ash dejectedly settled for an apple and proceeded to snack away whilst sitting on the counter.

Misty entered the ample-sized kitchen and silently gasped upon seeing her shirtless fiancé sitting on the counter.

"Hiya, Misty!" he chirped from behind the deep red fruit. Despite having nothing but regret for the bet he made, Ash still brightened upon seeing Misty's face. Failing to notice the rather blank blue-green eyes staring back at him, Ash pointed at the shopping bags in her left hand and asked, "Where ya been all day?"

Snap out of it, Misty! It's only been a week! Forget your fiancé is hot! Pretend he's fat! Do whatever it takes to win!

"Oh!" Misty seemed to remember that Ash was speaking to her. "I went to this great lingerie store that Brock recommended! Why he knows about it, I have no intention of ever finding out, but, I got some really great stuff!" Misty decided to leave out the fact that this particular lingerie store was run by nearly naked men.

I wonder if Brock sent me there because...

"Oh." Ash's response snapped her out of her reverie once again. "So," he began awkwardly. "Can I see the... stuff?"

Misty blushed. She hadn't expected him to ask her that. Not wanting to appear weak, however, she strode over to the counter and took the spot next to him. The redhead wordlessly pulled out the lacy black thong she had purchased earlier as Ash took another chunk out of the apple.

Ash shifted uncomfortably as her hand came out of the bag, holding up what was probably skimpiest pair of underwear he had ever seen.

The underwear Misty had bought was the darkest shade of midnight that left little to the imagination. The fabric included a thin black string to band around the wearer's waist, a connecting string to run down the rear, and curved into one of the smallest, laciest triangles Ash had ever seen in clothing (or lack thereof) to barely cover the front.

"Wow," he mumbled against the slowly depleting apple. A drop of juice dribbled down his chin, but he was too preoccupied to really notice.

"Yeah," Misty whispered, trailing the juice with darkened aquamarine eyes. The droplet began at his full lips, traced his angular chin, and finally fell onto his broad pectoral. Ash reached for the black lace and felt their fingers brush together as he took the material away from her to examine it more closely. Misty, unable to help herself at this point, reached a slim finger to his broad chest and gently wiped away the juice trail.

She let her index finger travel the same trail as the juice, pushing her filed nail firmly against his strong body and traveling up his neck. Misty felt the rate of Ash's heart increase. Finally landing her finger on Ash's parted lip, she met his dark eyes, which were no longer on the panties.

Ash's barrel brown eyes bore into hers with the unmistakable expression of lust. Misty forced herself to look away.

"I have to go put this stuff upstairs," Misty squawked, abruptly jumping off the counter and snatching the thong from Ash's hand. Ash watched his fiancée scurry out of the kitchen, particularly enjoying the way her behind looked in the tight denim jeans in which her legs were clad.

"Damn, I almost had it!" Ash groaned, chucking the forgotten apple core into the nearby trashcan.

A few very stressful days later, Misty found herself sitting in her and Ash's bed, moping. Her lover had gone to fetch some water, leaving Misty alone with her thoughts. She had had a very stressful week at the Cerulean Gym, battling trainer after trainer and dealing with mountains of paperwork. Due to the upcoming Indigo League competition, all the gym leaders had to send in countless quarterly reports, documenting battles, training sessions, as well as other business that Misty considered boring.

She noticed her future husband had been under just as much stress, if not even more. The Pokémon Master had been to several meetings in the past few days, interrupting his training countless times. Misty, who knew Ash better than anyone, knew he was really suffering by not being able to enjoy eight brownies and some loving when he came home.

Misty herself was acutely aware of the effect that not having sex was having on her. While she had gone her entire life without it prior to being an adult and being with Ash, making the sudden transition was very tasking. Sex with Ash was, however, her prime form of stress relief.

The young woman briefly wondered how Ash was doing without it, but remembered that there was really no wondering. He had made it painfully obvious with his nervous glances and constant twitches whenever they touched that he was having just as bad of a time as Misty was. More than once this past week, she had considered calling a stalemate on the bet.

No, you idiot. You can't lose.

"But I want to lose so, so bad!" Misty found herself saying to the empty room.

Before she realized what she was doing, Misty threw the duvet off her pajama-clad body and sprinted down the stairs.

Ash, who was thoughtfully studying the last piece of chocolate cake his mother had baked them in the refrigerator, heard Misty's light footsteps approach. Wearing just his black boxers and a white T-shirt, he stood in front of the open fridge, the light illuminating the entire room, waiting for his lover to enter. He had recently been occupying the thought of throwing the bet just to have some dessert, as well as some sweet delight with his redheaded beauty. He bit his lip nervously.

"Ash!" Misty's socked feet slid into the kitchen, as she cried his name frantically. Ash, who noticed her distress, ran over to her immediately, leaving the refrigerator door fully open.

"Misty!" Ash gently grabbed her shoulders, eyes wide with worry. "What's wrong? Is someone trying to break in? Pikachu's sleeping in the living room. Let me go get-"

"No, Ash! Everything is fine! I just, well..." Ash's worry began to cease as she trailed off.

"Oh, phew, alright. What's bothering you, then?"

Misty closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped out of his grip.

"I want to call off the bet."

Ash nearly choked on air.

"I know you're going to say I'm a loser for this but this last week-and-a-half has been miserable for the both of us and I really want this but I really don't want to do those stupid dishes so-"

Ash's lips crashed into hers.

Misty's eyes went wide before immediately shutting them, reveling in the feeling of her lover's hands running up through her tank top and down her smooth back. She grabbed fistfuls of his cottony shirt and sighed deeply into his mouth as they both parted their lips, granting each other heated entrances. Misty felt Ash's low moan vibrate through her mouth and whimpered as he pulled away.

"Ash, come on!" Misty tugged on his shirt, trying to pull him back. He wriggled out of her grip and hopped back to the refrigerator.

"I just gotta do one thing first!"

"Seriously?" Misty watched as Ash pulled the last piece of triple chocolate cake out of the fridge, unwrapped the saran wrap, and shoved the entire thing in his mouth in one bite, his ambery eyes closing blissfully.

"Mmm," he moaned through the spongy substance.

"I'm going upstairs, Ash," Misty sing-songed as she turned on her heel and walked toward the stairs leading to their bedroom.

"Not without me!" Ash swallowed his cake after a short moment and ran after her.

Man, that cake was good. Too good. It's almost like my mom knew...

Ash shook his head violently as he took the stairs two at a time to catch up with Misty.

"Now is not the time to think about Mom," Ash grumbled to himself as he threw the bedroom door open, only to be bombarded by kisses from the beautiful redhead in front of him.

Before he really understood what was happening, Misty had thrown his shirt urgently over his head. She traced her nails up and down his solid chest and chiseled abdomen. Ash reclaimed her lips with his, pushing her back into the unmade bed.

Misty giggled softly as she fearlessly fell backwards, bringing Ash with her and never losing lip contact. She leaned her torso up towards him and he tugged her vibrant green tank top over her head, tossing the item carelessly behind them. Ash briefly met her lips once more before moving down to her uncovered chest, gently squeezing her left breast and taking her right into his mouth.

"Mm, I missed you two," he mumbled, closing his eyes and taking her into his mouth once more.

"Ash," Misty whined.

"Jeez, Misty, you're so impatient," Ash laughed, still hovering over her chest, as she wrapped her muscular legs around his torso, effectively positioning him right between.

"Oh, like you're not!" Misty snapped. She roughly grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back into her lips. "Now stop talking," she growled, moving down his neck and softly biting his shoulder.

Thankfully for Misty, Ash had no response but to finger the waistband of her polyester shorts. She felt herself shudder involuntarily under his hot touch. Ash pulled the fabric down and Misty relinquished the tight grip her legs held on Ash's waist so he could pull them down. When Ash opened his eyes, he found that he could only blink at the bare spot that had previously been occupied by little white shorts.

"Misty," he moaned against her lips, which, at some point, had fallen back onto his. "Why aren't you wearing any-?"

"I think a better question is why are you?"

"Right." Ash wriggled out of his uncomfortably tight boxers and discarded them with the rest of their clothing. He felt Misty's slender hand slowly moving down his chest to an obvious destination.

Ash shuddered at Misty's touch as she wrapped her hand around him and rubbed.

"Misty," he gritted warningly as soon as the pleasure waves began to build. Wordlessly, Ash forced himself to remove her hand, instead repositioning himself between her ready legs. He brought his lips to her neck and brought his hand down between their bodies, trailing his finger down to her lower lips, inserting the tip of his index finger into her body before adding his middle finger as well.

"Now, Ash, right now," she moaned.

Not wanting to disobey, Ash quickly caught on and pulled his wet fingers out and instead replaced them with his ready manhood.

The feeling of their bodies connecting in the most natural, carnal way possible was enough to make Misty's eyes roll back into her head. Rising up to meet each thrust second after second, Misty felt Ash reclaim her bosoms with his hands, fingers brushing over her nipples roughly before his hands moved to sturdy himself against the frame of the bed, allowing him to thrust harder.

"Yes!" Misty grabbed the blanket under her and bunched it up in her fists, feeling her finish approaching.

Misty vice-gripped his wrists, pulled them away from the frame, and flipped their bodies over in one effective maneuver. Even during sex, Ash marveled at her seemingly superhuman strength.

Feeling his climax approaching, he grabbed Misty's sides, squeezing his thumbs against her taut stomach as she rode him, both of them delivering blissful moans Ash reached down to where their bodies touched and pushed his fingers hard against his lover's pleasure center rhythmically.

"Oh, Asshh!"

Misty's already-shut eyelids clamped tightly as she felt herself clench around Ash, the typhoon of release crashing down on them both. Ash's hips continued to meet hers, albeit sporadically, as they both rode their pleasure out.

Misty gasped a final time and collapsed on top of Ash, panting against his naked body.

"Oomph," he grunted, as she fell on him, his face now covered by her loose orangey waves. Wrapping his arms around her slender torso, Ash's panting began to die down.

"That was better than makeup sex."

"How about breakup sex?" Misty quipped, pressing her lips against his warm shoulder and pushing the rest of her face into the cold pillow.

"Wouldn't know, would I?"

"I can't believe this is happening," Brock muttered.

The breeder pulled his car up to Delia Ketchum's driveway, pulled the key out of the ignition, and popped the trunk.

The call he had been dreading all week came the previous day. Brock had groaned upon hearing Ash excitedly tell Brock that Misty had called the bet off which meant, in Ash's words, he could "have both cake and Misty for dessert!"

Brock had cut his best friend off before he could go into details. Not only not wanting to hear about his childhood friends' sex lives, Brock could hardly stand the fact he had lost his bet to Delia.

However, Brock had lost fair and square and fully intended to pay up. He stepped out of the car and retrieved the tall box from the back. Carrying the heavy object up to the front door, Brock set the package down gingerly and rang the bell. He heard familiar voices behind it.

"Mimey, could you get that for me?"

"Mime, Mr. Mime!"

The jester Pokémon opened the door to reveal none other than Brock, leaning on a box that reached to just below his elbow.

Delia bustled to the door as Mr. Mime opened it, first smiling at Brock and then smirking at the mysterious box.

"I can't believe you were right about Misty calling off the bet," Brock deadpanned, still leaning in the doorway. "How do you even predict something like that?"

"Oh, Brock, a mother knows everything!" Delia winked and stepped aside, allowing Brock an entrance. "Won't you come inside? I just made lunch!"

"I'd love to, but I have to get back to work." Brock first carried the box into the foyer for the older woman but soon returned to his place at her doorstep.

"Are you sure? I have plenty!"

"Yeah, I have to work off that brand new Dyson vacuum I just bought you," Brock grumbled good-naturedly. Delia giggled and flicked the eternally stray strands from her ponytail out of her face.

"Don't mess with a master, Brock, dear!"

The pair said their goodbyes and Brock took one long sigh before walking back to his vehicle.

"I really wanted that vacuum, too."

Oh, Delia. Such a mastermind. XD

I hope this didn't suck. Like I said, I've never written a full-on lemon before, so I went sort of out of my comfort zone. I feel like I could have done better. Maybe next time. ;)

Thanks for reading!