Author's note: I do not own Pokemon or related trademarks.
I figured I might as well get a lemon produced right away so I can progress with the main story. And savor this lemon while you can: my guess is it will be a while before I write another one, and it WILL be crucial to the plot (I know, it's kinda shocking, right?). And in case you're wondering why it's not as good as past lemons of mine, well, I have an excuse (not a good one but still...): I was watching Spirited Away last night, and admittedly, I couldn't bring myself to go to my normal levels of explicitness. Any other anime film and maybe I would have.
By the way, I'd like to acknowledge a fellow Pokemon fanfic writer whose work inspired this story. "Dark Blue" by WiseAbsol inspired me to have the whole "undercover operation" storyline. That and it cemented my love of Sabrina (granted, as you might be able to tell, I kinda go nuts for all the hot female Gym leaders and Elite Four members, which would be almost all of the female Gym leaders and Elite Four members period). I recommend that you read WiseAbsol's stories (he is a huge fan of the Sabrina/Mewtwo pairing, as am I) because he is truly one of the best writers on this site. Probably better than me.
OK, enough rambling, language and strong sexual content warning:
No sooner was Frank sure that Jessie was gone than he got to his feet and stormed out of the interrogation room. Hopfmar and Stuart tried to catch up to him but failed as he walked right out of the precinct. He stopped just outside the doorway, took a few deep breaths, then looked up to the sky as if staring at a Supreme Being that was mocking him.
And then he uttered the only thing that could come to his mind.
"FUCK!"
Ellen Caldwell watched through somewhat bloodshot eyes as her son wordlessly prepared for his date. "Are you sure you're going to be all right?" she asked.
He didn't answer.
"Frank, I'd really hate to see you go out with someone when you're in that bad of a mood," she added, concern in her voice.
"On the contrary," he replied shortly, "Sabrina may be the only thing that can help my mood right now!"
And without another word, he walked out.
"Something's bothering you, isn't it, Frank?"
The detective looked away from his date. "I really don't want to talk about it."
She looked at him, her chin resting on the back of her left hand. "You know, usually when someone says they don't want to talk about something, eventually they start talking about it."
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
"Something at work bothering you?"
"Now I CAN'T talk about it."
"See? Told you you'd start talking about it."
"Well, now I'm done talking."
"We can talk about something else, if you'd rather."
Frank didn't reply, only sighed.
The waitress finally arrived, trying to balance the plates. "Here's your pasta primavera," she said, setting a plate in front of Sabrina, "and here's your meat and cheese manicotti," placing another plate down in front of Frank. "Enjoy!" she chirped as she went to attend to other customers.
The Psychic-type Gym Leader picked up her fork and began eating, watching as Frank broodingly began to cut into the oversized stuffed pasta tube in front of him with his own fork. This went on for about a minute before she couldn't take it any longer. "Frank," she said, dropping her fork on the plate, "could you at least TRY to be happy? For me, at least?"
He sighed again. "I'm sorry, Sabrina, it's just that-"
"Stop, Frank. Leave your work at work for once and just relax. You're here for me, remember?"
Before Frank could answer, the doors flew open, and a man in nondescript clothes ran in as if chased. He tried to shove chairs around, a frantic look on his face, but the chairs were either left untouched or seemed to move as if by their own accord. Unable to restrain himself, Frank got up, and this did not escape the man's notice. In desperation, he flipped a table over, tossed a chair through a window, and went through the hole and was gone.
What happened next completely took Frank's mind off of Jessie and neurotoxins and Texas Hold 'Em. When the table was flipped, it seemed to land on something that wasn't there.
Then, in the middle of the nothing, a set of dark goggles, almost like sunglasses, rose, and the wearer, a shapely, short-haired brunette, sighed. As far as Frank could tell, she was wearing nothing but what seemed like a flesh-colored (and extremely form-fitting) bodysuit and a holster. Her pistol was still secured to her side.
"Did anyone see where he went?" the woman asked.
"Other than through the window?" Frank asked.
"Exactly."
"Not really, but I can get backup if you need it," he said as he offered his hand. She took it, and he picked her up. "You OK?"
"I'll be fine. Did you say 'backup'?"
The detective nodded.
"So, you're a cop too?"
"Frank Caldwell, Saffron P.D.."
A smile started to twitch at the corners of her mouth. Frank had to admit to himself that if Sabrina wasn't nearby, he'd be letting his eyes drink in the figure in front of him. "Motoko Kusanagi, Section 9," she introduced as police cars started to arrive, apparently having been called in by shocked onlookers.
"There's something weird about that cop," Sabrina noted as she and Frank started to wander out of the city limits.
The two officers had stood around for some time after they both gave their statements to the rest of Saffron's finest (Stuart had stood back, a bemused smirk on his face as he watched Frank try not to start flirting with the seemingly naked woman in front of him). Sabrina had sat back and watched, eating her pasta and watching her date's get cold.
"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to spot familiar constellations.
"Well, didn't she seem, oh, I don't know, out of place?"
"Everything that happened there was out of place, so what?"
"Come on, Frank. You can't tell me that a nearly naked woman who apparently can become invisible is normal."
Frank rolled his eyes. "Oh, I don't know! Maybe she's a cyborg from the future or something! Who cares?"
Sabrina chuckled. "At least you're taking it well."
They kept walking until they spotted a patch of grass near a path off the road. She turned and crouched so she could lie on her back, and her date did the same.
"So, what do you see?" she asked.
"Not sure yet," he answered.
They were silent for a while after that.
"Look," Sabrina said, breaking the silence, "I'm sorry if I came across as being pushy earlier. I mean, I shouldn't have pushed-"
"It's all right, Sabrina," Frank stopped her. "I shouldn't be taking my frustrations out on you anyway. It's not your fault. It's more my fault that I've pretty much wrecked our date."
"It's not wrecked yet," she replied, turning towards him.
"What do you-"
And he was cut off by a kiss, and since his mouth was already open, she had no trouble locking her tongue with his.
They stayed on the ground, her crawling on top of him and fumbling for the buttons on his shirt. He reached below and lifted her tank top up past her breasts, pushing her bra away as he did so. She moaned into his mouth as he massaged her, his thumbs twirling her nipples. She gave up trying for his shirt and decided to go straight for the kill, opening up his pants and reaching into his boxers and finding exactly what she was looking for.
Wasting no time, she began to stroke his length as he let one of his hands slide down and unfasten the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. Sabrina started switching hands to work his cock as she pulled her pants down, and it was then that Frank noticed something.
"Oh, dear, sweet merciful god," he breathed, "you're not wearing any panties."
"I came well prepared," she answered in between kisses and moans as he began to tease her slit with his fingers. His other hand briefly disengaged from her breast to force his pants partway down as her back began to arch as his fingers darted around inside her, his thumb slipping back and forth between her soft patch of hair and her clit.
Neither of them could wait any longer. She moved forward and guided him in, and their lips stayed connected as she began to rise up almost until he was out of her, then dropped down again. She began to speed up the pace and he began thrusting with her, his shirt being pushed up so her breasts were pressed to his chest.
Finally, the combination of lust and speed got the better of them, and as she tightened around him, he slammed into her one more time and they both came, the heat of their fluids shoving them completely over the edge. Spent, she collapsed on him as they tried to catch their breath.
"That ended too fast," she panted. "We have to do it again, and this time drag it out a bit longer."
"Not out here, though," he pointed out. "We get busted and it's both our asses in trouble."
"I wouldn't mind you getting mine in trouble at my place. Hell, you can get both my ass AND my pussy in trouble, Frank."
"Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's get ourselves re-arranged and make a run for it!"