I'm back with W! It's 1 AM on August 25th, which means I am officially on my last day of summer. D: I really, really wanted to finish this story before summer was out, but it looks like that won't happen. So I'd like to sincerely apologize in advance if my updates aren't as close together anymore! Hopefully I'll just get them done in the midst of school craziness soon, but we'll have to see. And of course, I have X, Y, and Z left, which are the hardest ones. XD

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one. It's a little short, but it is a little bit hot. ;) and a bit funny, if I say so myself!

Walk In

"I'm so glad I could get away from the Gym," Misty breathed sultrily, reveling in the tense heat between her and her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his head as he bit her earlobe.

Ash mumbled incoherently against her collar bone.

Misty stifled a moan as Ash's lips moved and massaged her neck. She felt his hands creep under her top and straddled him tighter, letting them take their course to her chest.

She hadn't really meant to start making out with Ash, but Misty had no problem admitting that she was the one who initiated.

Originally, the young couple had been watching television from the sofa in the living room of Ash's childhood home in Pallet Town. They sat side by side, innocently holding hands, paying attention to the mindless box in contented silence. As the program continued, Misty inched closer and closer to Ash. By the time Ash's mom had gone out to work in the backyard, she had decided that TV was the least interesting thing that could be occupying her time. Her left hand ran up and down Ash's thigh, filed nails gently scraping the denim of his jeans. With each stroke, she ventured closer and closer to the crease between his legs and midsection.

Ash realized very swiftly that what had started out as a bit of innocent, silent, teasing stroking was not so innocent. Her smoldering eyes were enough of a sign for him. With nothing more than a few swift glances around the room to see if his stalkerish mother was spying, Ash smirked and pulled Misty into his lap. He let her legs settle around his comfortably and felt her lips crashing into his, a familiarly foreign tongue suddenly grazing the roof of his mouth, and thus began a pleasant amount of making out.

Feeling Ash's hand cover her right breast over the lacy red bra she wore under her gray top, Misty inwardly wondered how dangerous it would be to let him take her top off.

Too dangerous. Mrs. Ketchum is just outside.

"Ash," Misty whispered once their lips had briefly parted. "Don't take anything off. Your mom might walk in."

Ash nodded and kissed her again. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted by silly rules. Instead of removing Misty's shirt he simply pushed it up and pushed her back slightly so his lips could reach her stomach. His tongue swirled around her belly button and this time, the moan that threatened to break Misty's barrier was too hard to stop.

"Ohh, Ash, lower."

"Mm, I can't Mist," Ash huffed, pulling her torso close to his again while her hands traveled from their place under his shirt down to his waist. "Mom might..."

Misty didn't let him finish.

She began to unzip the zipper of his pants.

"Misty, no, we can't. Not here at my mom's. Not on our first time!" Ash groaned. Her fingertips grazed the front of his boxers and he shifted uncomfortably under her.

But it was such a good uncomfortable.

"Relax, Ashton," she breathed in his ear. "I just want to fool around. It's not like we've never done that much before. Besides, we both know how quick you are."

Ash pulled back and grabbed her arm, forcing it out of his pants and zipping the zipper. Every brain cell present in his thick skull told him to just whisk her up to his room, but he knew his mom would catch them, somehow. She'd just know they were up to something and—

Misty's tongue is in my mouth again, Ash realized, his previous thought process effectively cut off. And her hands are on my thighs again. Damn. Should have let her give me a handj—

"Could I get you two anything?" a sarcastic, sweet voice asked abruptly. "Iced tea? A cookie?"

Ash and Misty broke apart immediately, their eyes wide with panic.

"Mom!" Ash exclaimed, pushing Misty off his legs. She ungracefully fell onto the couch cushion to the left of Ash, immediately straightening herself and trying to tame her undoubtedly now-wild hair.

"A cold shower, perhaps?" Delia asked dryly, her eyes flicking between Misty's red hot blush, which was admittedly even worse than Ash's, and her son's jeans. He promptly crossed his legs.

Delia raised a slim, brown eyebrow at the pair and placed a hand on her hip, the other hand occupied by a small pot of dark soil. Her face was shadowed by a wicker sunhat, gentle facial features speckled with dirt.

If even possible, the pair went even redder. Misty sat next to Ash on the couch, her eyes staring in the completely opposite direction, bashfully applying the lip balm that had been residing in her pants pocket.

"No, we're fine, Mom, thanks," Ash squeaked. Delia smirked at her seventeen-year-old.

"Good. Now, I'm done in the yard and I'd like you to finish it off by mowing the lawn for me."

Ash finally found the courage to look at his mother in the eye. He had to do one of his simplest He wasn't being punished?

"Um, alright. No problem," Ash muttered confusedly. He rose from his seat and threw one last glance at Misty before exiting through the back door. Delia removed her hat and walked over to the coat rack adjacent to the sofa to hang it up. She noticed Misty still frozen to the couch.

"Something wrong, dear?" Delia chirped.

Misty cleared her throat.

"Um, no, Mrs. Ketchum. Not at all!" Misty said, falsely chipper. She bounced off the couch and plastered a smile on her face. Not wanting to be rude and also wanting a good distraction to cool her down, Misty asked, "Do you need any help with dinner or anything?"

Delia hung the hat up and turned to face Misty. She looked the teenager directly in the sea green eye, allowing a cryptic smile to play upon her lips before saying in her usual, happy tone:

"No, dear. Go ahead and take that cold shower!"

This took a different direction than I had expected. Originally, Ash and Misty were supposed to be caught by Delia doing other probably M-rated things and not necessarily together at the same time, a hilarious idea which stemmed from one of many great discussions with the fabulous nyislandersgirl. Expect an outtake in the future. ;)