Two years later..
N lay on his back, eyes and mouth open as his hips thrusted. His hands lay clenched in Bianca's hair.
"Bianca..." he gasped in between breaths. She was on all fours underneath the sheets, toying with him. Her hands stroked and yanked his member while her tongue circled the eye. Each time she put the hardened member in her mouth, her hands went to his nuts.
It was no surprise that this was the third time that he'd climaxed since waking up. He was covered in sweat and was starting to feel pain. With a cry, his juice shot into his lover's waiting mouth. Her hands tightened around him for an instant, but then relaxed as she swallowed.
"You're going to kill me if you keep this up," N said faintly, falling back against the pillow. Bianca giggled and crawled back up to the pillows.
"You asked for it," she reminded him once her head was clear. "And," she continued as she continued to crawl, "you lost the bet." A childish smile lit up her face as the reminder was voiced.
"You're ridiculous," he sighed as her head rested against his breast. Stroking her hair, he smiled. This felt so natural to him. Not just because they'd been meeting up for sexual encounters for two years, but because he'd developed more than just lustful feelings for her.
He wasn't going to admit it, though. The situation they were in was already extremely complicated. "When's Cheren coming home again?"
"Tomorrow," she said quietly. The guilt in her voice sickened him. "So will White..." there was a pregnant pause.
"Yeah..." N said finally, feeling more disgusted as guilt filled him. "No more of this for a while, then." Bianca grumbled her answer before rolling out of bed.
Why do we keep doing this? He wondered, watching the girl who he could never date dress. It's getting past the point of addiction... suggesting that they stopped or staying apart never worked.
"Can I get my ice cream now?" Bianca asked, forcing a smile. "Since you're buying..." N's eyebrows rose.
"Hey, I said if you won the tickle fight that you'd get an ice cream... but based on the current situation," he gestured to himself, "I think you've had it."
"Ass," she pouted, pulling on her shirt. "You're so mean."
"You love it." Both froze at that. Her blue eyes, once cheery and unfocused, sharpened at his words. "Kidding," he added faintly. She looked away.
"Gotta go," she lied, producing her Pokéball. "Ollie wanted to train before... Cheren came back."
"Okay," N said shortly, mood souring in the awkwardness.
"Don't," Bianca sighed, hands falling to her sides. Ollie's Pokéball fell to the floor and opened. "I don't like this anymore than you do, remember?"
"How could I forget? We have duties. Partners," he winced at the word. White's return meant a completely different thing now. Her journey to Sinnoh with Cheren and Alder was to be her last trip as an engaged woman.
Things have changed so much. He'd loved her when he'd proposed three years ago. Now, he wasn't sure.
"SAMUROTT!" Ollie groaned. "N!" the once-otter Pokémon was the only one who knew about this.
"Sorry," N apologized. "Bianca-"
"-I'll see you at the wedding," she said in a faltering tone. Her head was still turned but it was painfully obvious that she was fighting tears. "C'mon, Ollie."
"Mur," he said, keeping his head close to the ground as he followed his trainer. "Bye, N." As the door shut, N placed his hands to his face and swore. One time had turned into two. Multiplied into four. Quadrupled into sixteen. He'd been upset with White at the time. Now he was marrying her.
What have I done?
"It's not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can't take
It's not like me to walk away
I'm so Addicted to all the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything when you're loving me." –Addicted, Saving Abel