This one is kind of sweet. My muse, nyislandersgirl, shot this great idea off! Ash might be a bit OOC, but it's for the good of the chapter. :P

Risqué

Dear Mrs. Misty Ketchum,

It would my greatest honor if you would consider posing for the cover and centerfold of our upcoming December issue. Please consider the offer and have a wonderful day.

Sincerely,

Hugh Hefner, Playboy Enterprises, Inc.

Misty dropped the pristine white letter behind her desk, her jaw dropping with it.

Playboy wanted her to pose?

Playboy wanted Misty Ketchum to pose.

Hugh Hefner had personally written her a letter.

Oh please, the letter is typed with no signature. His secretary probably wrote it, Misty rationalized.

Misty's day had been relatively normal up to this point. She went into the Cerulean Gym at seven in the morning, ready for a swim and her usual morning workout. She finished her exercising by eight and figured she'd catch up on paperwork before the usual influx of challengers arrived. Daisy, Violet, and Lily, who often acted as Misty's "secretaries", had been chatting in the lobby. She greeted them, Daisy handed Misty her mail, Violet pretended to do some of the gym's paperwork, and Lily was apparently off feeding the Pokémon.

It still surprised Misty that women four to six years older than her had no desire to leave the family workplace and get real jobs. Misty supposed that her older sisters were much happier modeling and doing their water shows.

Stupid sisters...modeling...making livings off their bodies...never doing real work...

It was a completely normal morning. Exercise, Pokémon, and mental bashing on her sisters. She certainly hadn't expected such a slap in the face when lazily going through the gym's junk mail. Sure, she had posed for a few photographers before, but those were usually only battle posters, and there was also the occasional Monthly Tides shoot, which interviewed all the top water type trainers.

But Misty had never posed naked before.

She was married.

She had never dreamed of doing something so sexy outside the bedroom.

Well, except for when she and Ash did it in the car. Or in the pool at the gym. Or in the stands of the battle stadium. Oh, and she couldn't forget the time-

Focus, Misty!

The young gym leader pinched the bridge of her nose.

She was dumfounded.

"I think I'm going to throw up."

She was terrified.

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That evening, when Ash got home from work, he removed his jacket, took off his shoes, and greeted a cooking Misty with his usual charm.

"Hey, beautiful!" Ash struggled to get his left shoe off and consequently fell on the floor.

"Smooth," Misty snorted.

"Hmph."

Misty ignored his grunt and continued to stir the macaroni.

"Ooh, macaroni and cheese!" Ash cheered. Having righted himself, he strutted into the kitchen and embraced Misty from behind, dropping a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. She didn't react.

"Yeah, I didn't feel like making real food tonight. Sorry." Ash wasn't sure if she was sad or angry.

Taken aback, he removed his hands from her stomach and pulled away, instead sidestepping her and standing leaning against the oven. He tried to get a better look at her face, but her messy red locks shadowed over her cheeks.

"Why are you sorry? I love mac n' cheese."

"Because I'm not making you a real meal and I don't want you to be upset!" Misty whined, still unnecessarily stirring the the boiling noodles.

"Upset about what? Mist, it's not a big deal!"

"I just don't want you to be mad at me!" Misty dropped the wooden spoon she had been using to manipulate the noodles into the pot, sending small droplets of water sizzling onto the stove top. She wrapped her left arm around her sweater-clad chest and brought her right hand up to her face, covering her eyes and willing herself not to cry.

"Misty... are we still talking about macaroni and cheese?"

"No."

"Okay," Ash said, cautiously reaching out to take her hand away from her face. He lowered it slowly, keeping a tight grip.

I feel like I'm talking to a five-year-old, he groaned silently.

"Can you tell me what we are talking about?"

Misty finally looked up at him and took a deep breath. Her blue-green eyes were large and nervous. Ash was relieved to see she wasn't crying. He had always had trouble dealing with that.

"I got a letter at the Gym today..."

"And?" Ash prodded, squeezing her hand.

"And it was from Playboy." The Pokémon Master visibly blanched.

"P-Playboy?"

"Yes, and they want me to pose for them. Naked," Misty finished shakily.

"Wow," Ash breathed.

"Are you mad?" Misty bit her lip.

"Mad? Of course not. I don't really want other guys staring at your naked body, but..." Ash trailed off. Misty looked at him hopefully, waiting for him to continue.

"You know I wouldn't be mad at you for doing something you want to do. Even if it does involve people seeing your...you know, special parts."

Misty rolled her eyes and turned back to the noodles, releasing his hand in the process.

Will he ever grow up?

However, she knew he wouldn't be mad. He was right on that one. The only reason Misty had hoped Ash would be mad was so that she could play off her insecurity.

She continued to bite her lip and shuffled her feet nervously, picking up the wooden spoon and stirring once more.

"Hey, wait a minute... you knew I'd never get mad at you for making your own decisions," Ash reasoned a few seconds later, narrowing his eyes. He folded his thick arms across his chest. "What is this really about?"

Damn, I knew I'd give it away...

Misty ignored him at first, testing one of the macaroni noodles.

"Hm, still not done." She turned the stove to a higher setting.

"Misty?"
"Hm?"

"You were saying...?"

"Oh, right."

Obviously playing dumb isn't going to work either... Misty outwardly sighed and faced her waiting husband. I guess I'd better just tell him.

"It's just... You're the only one who's seen me naked like that before," Misty mumbled.

"Good!" Ash blurted. Misty's nervous eyes began to flare into an icy glare. Ash quickly realized his mistake. "Sorry," he sighed. "I'm just trying to adjust to the thought of you being in a wildly popular magazine with no clothes on."

"How do you know how popular it is?" Misty narrowed her eyes and folded her arms.

"Uh, Brock?"

"That actually makes sense..."

"Anyway," Ash's voice rang abruptly. "This isn't about me. So you're nervous? Big deal, you've done way more challenging things than standing naked in front of a camera!" Ash threw his arms up, gesticulating wildly. "You can do this easily!"

"Ash, it's not about how hard or easy it is! It's about how I'm terrified because you're the only one who thinks I'm beautiful or sexy or whatever like that!"

Ash nearly fell over.

"Wh-wha? Y-you think-?" he sputtered, his eyes wide with shock. "Psh, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

"Yeah, laugh it up," Misty grumbled, as she poured the pot of macaroni into the colander placed in the nearby sink. While Ash was busy with his idiotic sputtering, she figured she might as well focus on dinner. She went through the motions of stirring milk, butter, and cheese back into the pot of noodles, mixing it all in.

Ash eventually realized that he was pointing a finger in the air, spitting out nonsense while his wife agitatedly ignored him.

"Come on, Misty! You have got to be kidding me. Every man in this city wants a piece of you. Every man in the other cities want a piece of you! And not just because you're the Pokémon Master's wife! Oh no, it's because you're hot!"

Misty stopped pretending not to hear him. Sure, she figured she was pretty. Beautiful, maybe. At least, that's what everyone told her. But hot? Sexy? That was ridiculous.

"You think I'm...hot?"

"Of course!" Ash was practically yelling by this point. "You walk around in a bathing suit at work and sometimes when I visit during the day, you take that off too! Just look at yourself! It's nearly winter and you look hot!" Ash gestured to her attire. "You're wearing this tight little sweater and if I got close enough, I could totally see down your shirt! And then you have those skinny jeans that let me see the exact curve of your butt, and then there's those boots!"

Misty looked down. It wasn't that exciting to her. She was wearing a striped black and white sweater that hugged her body tightly with a bit of a plunging neckline, giving off a small amount of cleavage. She wore the tightest denim jeans she had, which she wore mostly for herself rather than to show herself off. They wrapped tightly around her legs and let her feel comfortable. She admitted that the black, high-heeled boots might have been a little more than cute.

"Ash, it's not that big of a deal. This is so not a sexy outfit."

"That's the thing, Misty. When you don't think you're being sexy, you are." Misty's face went blank.

"Really?"

Ash beamed at her.

"Really."

"So... you think I'm sexy enough to pull off the Playboy thing? Naked?"

"Misty, don't even get me started on what you look like naked."

Misty's predominant frown quickly switched to a bright grin.

"Well maybe, if you eat all of this positively gourmet mac n' cheese," she teased, spooning the food into the two waiting bowls. "You won't have to call on your memory to describe it."

She winked playfully and retrieved two silver forks, watching as Ash's eyes lit up.

I'm sexy enough for Ash... Maybe I'm sexy enough for this, too.

Aw, Ash is such a good husband. Even when it comes to his woman being seen publicly naked in dirty magazines. XD I didn't want to make up some fake magazine, so I just used Playboy, which I don't own, obviously.

Thanks for reading! We're approaching the end! :)