Author's note: I only own the original characters and do not own Pokemon or related trademarks. I also do not own the song "The Memory Remains" by Metallica.

OK, last lemon for a while. And this lemon is important to the plot. No, really.

So, a warning for that and a warning for language as well:

Stuart and Frank paused long enough in fighting to turn their heads towards the sound of the gunshot, only to see a certain Gengar smiling far more mischievously than usual. "I knew that sound effects site would come in handy," Alex chuckled.

As they got to their feet, Frank noticed that Hopfmar was not amused. "We're going to have to have a talk about that later, Alex."

The Ghost/Poison-type sighed, and if he had shoulders, they would have slumped. "Yes, sir."

Hopfmar then turned around, but Frank was now most of the way to the door. "Frank, we need to have a talk as well. So do you, Stuart."

Frank said nothing but kept walking.

"FRANK!"

The door swung shut. Shaking his head, Hopfmar turned to Stuart. "I'll deal with him later. Right now, you and I need to talk."

As they walked off, Victoria glanced at the desk. "OK, he left his gun and badge behind. How worried should we get?"

The unmistakable riffs of "Voodoo Child" tore the car's speakers as Frank drove away from the precinct. There'd be hell to pay later. Of that he was certain. But he needed to clear his head.

And to learn the truth.

And she was the only one who knew.

"I bet you're surprised that I'd have a high-end import, aren't you?"

The detective turned to look at his transport. "Probably not."

Frank was familiar with Toyota vehicles, but never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd see anything like the one Jessie was driving. He had never heard of this model before, and in his awe he had forgotten what it was called. The outside was jet black and streamlined, like a fusion between a Corvette, a Corolla, and a Spyder. In short, it looked on the outside like the kind of car that would make an automotive enthusiast cum hard just looking at it.

The inside was not a leather interior, much to Frank's dismay, but the heated seats, which he thought he was going to be swallowed by when he sat down, made up for it. So did the song wafting through the speakers:

"Heavy rings hold cigarettes up to lips that time forgets, While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back…."

"Never figured you for a Metallica fan," Frank remarked.

He could see a smile touch her lips. "I like being a little bit mysterious," she said. "It all adds to the thrill, Michael."

It was then that he finally realized her hair was loose.

"OK, so, knowing what we know about him, do we even want to interfere?"

Victoria sighed as she regarded her coworker and lover. "You and I both want him to not get in trouble. Other hand, we don't know what he's doing and if it's going to make matters worse if we try to get involved."

"So we wait."

"Yeah, Tristan. I guess we do."

They didn't go home. Or at least not to his.

The trail from the door began with two pairs of shoes, then a dress jacket and tie, and from there it continued until a bra, a t-string, and a pair of camouflage boxers came just short of the bedroom door. The only reason there were no thighhigh nylons was because he had insisted that she leave them on.

Inside, they stumbled around in each other's arms, his cock hot and hard against her, not pushing in but grinding on her pussy, one hand on her ass and another on her shoulder as she playfully shoved him onto the bed. They resumed their kiss then, lust boiling between them, still refusing to take the plunge into full-fledged sex, and yet he couldn't resist reaching down and sliding his right hand between them, plunging three fingers in, causing her breath to flutter as he pumped his hand inside.

And in the heat of passion, he didn't notice her eyes open until it was too late. And when he did, he saw a glint that smacked of either some deranged naughtiness or a deep cunning.

And the next thing he knew, she had swung his left arm off her ass and towards the bedpost. The detective felt thin metal around his wrist and then heard a swift clicking sound, and as she did the same to his other arm, he came to the horrified realization that she had just handcuffed him to her bed.

A wicked grin was now seemingly plastered to her face as she sat up, shifting so she was well away from his by now aching penis. "I'm sorry, Michael, it's just that I haven't had a man around here in a long time and that means I can't indulge in one of my little fantasies. I hope you'll forgive me for making you wait to cum, because I'll make sure it was worth it."

As she said this, she had gotten off the bed and walked to her dresser drawers, making sure he got a stellar view from behind as she bent over to retrieve something from the second drawer from the bottom. And then she stood up and turned around, and Frank's panic at being handcuffed went off the charts as Jessie began walking back to him with a butcher knife in her hand.

And thus the panic erupted. "Uh, look, if this is because I beat your boss at poker tonight, I'm really sorry about that, I mean, I couldn't just give up on that hand, please, I'll lose every hand I get after that OH GOD PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"

Laughter filled the room, not out of derision but of genuine bemusement. "Oh, Michael, you silly boy, I'm not going to castrate you! Why would I do that? That'd be no fun for either of us!"

"THIS is fun?!"

Her only response was a giggle as she turned on a stereo system, and as the deep, dark opening notes of "You've Seen The Butcher" by Deftones pulsated throughout the room, she swayed back to the bed and crawled towards him on all fours like a Persian prowling for a mate. Holding the knife in her right hand, she ran the flat side of the blade along the insides of his thighs before slowly drawing it up his balls and carefully sliding along the underside of his cock.

"Don't wanna take it slow, I wanna take you home, And watch the world explode from underneath your glow…."

"I can tell you love this, Michael," she purred. "I know because I can feel your body react. It's not just that fear that maybe I AM lying to you, it's that cold feel of the metal on the most sensitive flesh of your body. I can see it in your eyes, Michael. You're letting yourself surrender to this."

Dear god, that voice…. It's so fucking hypnotic….

"Ah, but don't cum for me yet, baby. This is only a little sample of the pleasures I can give you. I want you to melt like ice by my hot touch. I want you to burn up with every little thing I do. I want you to burn up so much that when you cum, it'll burn me, too. I want this to be more than just sex. More than just fucking. I want this to be something so unreal, you'll never have another night like this for the rest of your life. So don't cum now, Michael baby, because there's all the time in the world for us…."

As she spoke, she continued to carefully rub the knife along his length, each movement barely a whisper in the air. The coolness of the steel and the silken growl of her voice started to finally calm his nearly shattered nerves, and as he looked into her eyes, he could see that seduction still there, and it took all the detective could muster not to blow his load right then and there.

And then he felt her warm breath wrap around the blade and whisper against his skin. "Oh god, I can't-" he moaned.

She merely smiled. "Well, all right, but you're going to have to make up for it a LOT."

The words had barely left her mouth when he let go, eyes flying open just in time to see the knife coated in his cum as Jessie leaned away, deliberately avoiding any contact with his sperm. It was all to continue teasing him, he knew, and he didn't care. She had him, figuratively speaking, by the balls and he was relishing every second of it. Or at least he was now that he knew his cock was safe from separation.

And then she raised the blade to her mouth and slowly began to lick the cum from it, the corners of her mouth twisted in an evil smile as her eyes continued to flash seduction at him. If it weren't for the fact that I need a rest after that little experience, I think I'd lose it again, he thought madly as he blurted, "I really wish you wouldn't torture me like that, this is just cruel!"

The reaction from her was to throw her head back and laugh. "Oh, we're not done here, baby."

She finished cleaning off the knife with her tongue, then let it hit the floor as she crawled on all fours to the head of the bed, hovering over her captive as she gave him a slight kiss on the lips. Frank had little time to think before Jessie leaned back and scooted forward so her slit was level with his face. "You've got a few minutes until you're hard again," she informed him, "and there's one thing I always require my men to do before they have the honor of sliding inside my vagina. I want you to look at my little flower for a moment, and I want you to realize you'll never see one as beautiful as this for the rest of your life, no matter what happens after tonight. And then I want you to put your mouth to work. I want you to taste every part of me, Michael. I want you to send sparks from my clit all the way to my heart. I want you to make me cum so hard, baby. That's what I need you to do for me. OK?"

"Well hell, you didn't even need to ask," was all Frank got out as he lunged forward as much as the cuffs would allow, and at the same time she pushed her hips into his face.

It occurred to him for a moment that it'd be darkly amusing if he knocked himself out on impact, but that worry never materialized as he eagerly buried his tongue in her waiting pussy. The swiftness tore a gasp from Jessie as he worked his magic at a pace he never knew he had in him and was certain that she'd never felt before. His tongue plunged in as far as it would go and explored every spot it could, savoring her taste as his nose nuzzled her clit, triggering a stream of moans and dirty words from his captor.

He looked up and was pleased to see that she had thrown her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy as her breath came out in short whimpers. Her well-sized breasts rose above what amounted to the horizon, and Frank wished that he wasn't restrained to the bed so he could caress them, so enticing was the sight.

Still, he was in no position to complain, and he drew his tongue along her entrance until he reached her clit, deciding to surround it with his mouth and begin suckling. The response was instantaneous: her eyes flew open and a scream tore itself from her throat as she began to buck against his face. Her cries spurred her captive on as he began to also lightly flick her clit with his tongue.

My neck and arms will hurt like a motherfucker in the morning, he thought, but all things be damned, this is worth it-

And that was when Jessie let loose a scream of, "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM, MICHAEL BABY, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!" Frank swiftly released her clit and plunged his tongue as far into her pussy as he could, and that finally sent Jessie flying over the edge of orgasm as a splash of her fluids hit the man right in the face, followed by another, and then-

"Wow," Frank blurted as she finally collapsed backwards, pussy still so close to him but now out of reach. "I've never given a woman THAT strong of an orgasm before in my life!"

"Yeah, I probably should have told you that I'm a bit of a squirter."

"And a damned good one at that," he agreed as she pulled herself up and moved in to kiss him, using a key that he assumed she had on a nightstand or something to unlock the cuffs and allow his arms their freedom at last. He expressed his gratitude by pulling her closer to him as their kiss deepened.

Then she shifted her weight, rolling until she was under him, and whispered into his ear, "You deserve this."

And as he buried himself balls deep into her waiting pussy, he growled, "I know."

There had been a certain degree of madness attached to the evening, so it was nice, relatively speaking, to go to the more sane option of just fucking like a couple of Lopunny. Frank dispensed of the notion of dragging the sex out as long as he could in favor of just mindlessly pounding into her, his vision growing more and more blurry by the second, knowing full well that he was simply not going to be able to last long at the rate things had gone from the moment they had stumbled into the bedroom. He lowered his head and began kissing her neck as she thrashed underneath him, feeling her breathing become more shallow and more rapid. And then her back arched into him and he felt her tighten around his cock as her orgasm swept her away. Her wails of ecstasy and the searing heat of her pussy finally cracked him, and he let go, streams of liquid heat filling her as he collapsed, spent and panting, onto her sweat-drenched body.

"Ah, shit," he finally gasped, "I had wanted to go longer than that. Sorry, Katja."

Jessie took a few seconds to catch her breath, then replied, "Don't worry, baby, the night is a lot longer than you think."

Frank wished as he hit the brakes that he had pulled into a gravel-filled driveway. It had, to him, a far more distinctive sound than just pulling up to a curb. Pavement, to his ears, had no uniqueness to it.

He looked out the window at the house in front of him, sighed, and exited the car.

He walked up the steps to the front floor, then hesitated briefly before knocking.