During the short space of time that had passed Serena's confession, she had visited the Professor often. Mainly to check that he was actually sleeping and not just relying on coffee to keep him going during his late night researching.
Serena somehow found his love of his work endearing, the fact that he took so much pleasure in discovering something about mega evolution. But it was obvious that his all night studies were taking a major toll on Augustine Sycamore.
He felt terrible to say the least. Augustine wondered where his youthful buzz had gone, the only thing he could find being similar was in his constant companion of caffeine. He doubted his mentor Professor Rowan would recognise him, what with his usually coifed hair in tousled disarray, bags colouring his eyes and a layer of stubble on his chin.
Perhaps a break is needed for some well-earned TLC. He could take time off. Augustine couldn't remember the last time he took a holiday. Would his assistants be able to cope in his absence?
"Professor Sycamore, you have a visitor," Dexio popped his head around the side to peak at his mentor. Augustine nodded in acknowledgement.
"Come on in." Dexio walked round, leading said visitor into the Professor's office.
The visitor was an unusually haggard Lysandre, his face solemn and aged in the short time between his success and downfall.
Augustine looked up from his research to see his old friend. Startled, he jumped up from his seat.
"Lysandre!" He cried. Smiling despite the recent villainous activities the red head had been governing.
Augustine felt a mixture of emotions towards his once dear friend, after discovering he was the boss of Team Flare. He admired Lysandre for his passion and drive, but also knew his reasons for activating that weapon was his extreme way of trying to correct what he saw as broken.
Lysandre was a man who enjoyed beautiful things, he was a man of substance and style but obviously in his quest for these things – he lost his way. The man in front of the Professor was the evidence of that. The usually groomed man was a wreck. His usually coiffed spikes similar to a birds nest, beard longer and wispy and all this just framed the tired, bedraggled face of his old friend.
"Augustine, I-" Lysandre stuttered, feeling too disgusted with himself to even apologise. He felt himself on the edge of a complete breakdown and despite all his faults, needed his friend and hoped Augustine would forgive him for his dire actions.
Sycamore walked around his desk to stand in front of his tired and broken friend.
"I know you are sorry, mon vieil ami." Augustine clapped the man on his broad shoulder, "I will forgive you, but you have some grovelling to do." He joked, a dazzling smile gracing the professor's handsome features.
"Augustine." Lysandre breathed, truly in awe of his friend's compassion. "You are a true friend."
"Now, now. Stop moping, it's not like you at all!"
The two sat and talked for a long while, discussing what had to be done after the chaos of Team Flare and what Lysandre could do to win back the respect he had once had. Augustine was glad that his old friend was seeing that damage he'd caused and was eager to correct himself and move on. They all were ready to move on.
"Professor?" Augustine looked to the entrance to his office, Serena stood shock still. Eyes narrowed at the red haired intruder. Her hands immediately reached for a pokeball, a reflex she had picked up during her previous run in's with the Team Flare boss.
"Come in, mon amour." He waved his student turned lover over. She looked to him questioningly.
Why was Lysandre here? She wondered, on edge for an attack. Her pokeballs felt animated under her fingertips. Serena fluttered over, standing over her seated enemy, though just barely as Lysandre was much more statuesque compared to Serena's 5'3.
"Do not be so stiff, Serena. It does not become you." His voice was rough and gritty, like he hadn't spoken in days. She glared, crossing her arms stubbornly.
"Mon amour, Lysandre has been released on the terms that he correct the damage he has done." Informed Augustine, his hands clasped underneath his chin.
"You mean to tell me that you've forgiven him, Professor?" Serena was surprised; she had not expected Lysandre to be released from prison for a long time after what he had done, but what shocked her more was that her pokémon loving professor was so lenient with the criminal.
Lysandre had abused his position. He had hurt both pokémon and people in his plans for a new world - these unfathomable dreams of a world reborn that meant destroying everything to begin again.
"I have, Serena. Lysandre was in a terrible place when he was part of Team Flare."
All Serena could think about was that if all had gone to Lysandre's plan, they would both be dead and it scared her. She could not trust someone who had given her no reason to.
But she nodded, still feeling her pokémon threatening to explode from their pokeballs to protect her.
"Well, Augustine, my friend. I must be going." Lysander rose to his full height. A tight smile graced his hard features, "thank you for being so understanding."
He bowed slightly, before turning to stride out of the room.
Serena sighed, releasing a breath she wasn't aware she held. Shoulders slumping as the muscles that had knit tightly together, released.
The professor chuckled lightly; his deep throaty laugh sent electricity shooting south and made Serena's breath catch.
"Mon amour, I've missed you." Augustine came to bring Serena into an embrace, her head resting on his chest. "How was your trip to Kiloude City?" He leant back to look at her, feeling unrestricted in his admirations now that Lysandre had left.
Serena smiled, "I had a great time in the Safari, couldn't believe all the different types of pokémon in there!"
Augustine loved being in such close proximity with Serena, but there was always that niggling thought that there should be someone her age to share this with her, not her crusty old professor.
"I'm glad to hear it." He forced his mouth to tug into a smile, pulling away as he once again began to feel like a lecherous criminal.
Serena's smile dropped. Sycamore sat back down at his desk, picking up various sheets and glancing at them before placing them in a more orderly pile.
If only she were older, he thought. If only they were of a more similar age, then he wouldn't feel so disgusted with himself every time he longed for her. She was radiant today - dressed in a classic trench coat with long socks and sweet shoes decorated with bows. Her long champagne coloured hair shimmered beneath her hat in the sunlight that shone through the windows of Sycamore's office.
He wanted her, in every way possible. Augustine Sycamore was going to hell for the fantasies he had about his student. Especially after he had invited her back to his apartment and she had confessed to him.
When a woman admitted their feelings to him, Sycamore pretty much held the reins. If he wanted to fuck her, he would. Augustine Sycamore enjoyed the fact that women seemed to crave his attention; he liked how much control he had over them. But in this situation, where he wanted to protect Serena as much as he wanted to have her bent over his desk – Sycamore was at a cross roads.
"Professor, are you alright? You look kind of tired." She asked a worried look in her caramel eyes.
"Forgive me, I'm rather distracted today." He replied, pushing his raven locks from his baby blues. Before sneaking another heated glance her way, enjoying the way her socks accentuated her shapely long legs.
Serena hated this feeling of space between them. She could tell he was holding back. She wanted intimacy more than anything, she wanted to be his. She didn't care that she was inexperienced. With a deep breath, Serena strode forward and twisted her professor's office chair around to face her. Sycamore watched her curiously, what was she up to.
With determination she gracefully set herself upon his lap, making sure to grind down where it counted and looking up into his crystalline eyes.
"Serena," He groaned, surprised by her boldness. Blood rushing down to his cock as her rounded arse pressed down and she leaned flush against his chest.
"Vous petite coquine," he nearly growled at her, his voice raspy and thick.
Feeling brave she licked her lips, "Faire l'amour avec moi, Professeur."
Serena could feel his length harden beneath her, and she smiled wickedly. Groaning, Augustine took her hips in his large hands and ground her onto his cock. Their eyes locked magnetically.
A foreign feeling began building in Serena, like a coil twisting inside of her. She felt hot, and completely enveloped in her professor. It was wonderful, eliciting these feelings from the man she had liked for such a long time. She was no longer just imagining but she was living her fantasies.
Augustine was quickly forgetting the guilt he felt as he trailed his fingers up Serena's curvaceous hips across her tiny waist and over the mound of her breasts to tangle into her blonde mane. He pulled back on her hair to expose her neck, where he began kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, making her mewl and cry out musically.
He spun the chair around to face his desk, leaning her back across the papers and stacks of research which were gracelessly knocked off the surface in their passion. Selena's white fedora fell off her head and rolled across the floor leaving her thick tresses to fall around her like a halo.
Paper fluttered about them as Augustine slowly untied the belt of Serena's coat while she squirmed.
"Please, P-Professor!" she cried as he teased her by unbuttoning the front with the speed of a Slowking.
"Patience, mon amour," He chuckled, as his fingers worked at each button one by one. Finally, all the fastenings were undone, and the coat fell open to reveal her beautiful figure.
Serena decided before coming to surprise him by wearing only her underwear underneath the coat. So now, she was bared to him in little but lace and ribbon covering her modesty.
Augustine marvelled in her beauty. His trousers feeling far too tight across his impossibly hard cock as he gazed upon her. Serena was blessed with curves despite her slight frame, with a rounded arse and full breasts. The skin of her flat stomach was taut and defined and her milky complexion glowing with youth. Her long locks curled round her body in sleek waves.
Serena was every man's dream.
"Oh Serena, you are a vision." Professor Sycamore cooed, brushing a stray curl from her blushing cheeks. Seeing her like this, lying back across his desk had undone him. He could deny it no longer, this angel would be his and he would have her singing with pleasure.
Smoothly, he leant down to press a smouldering kiss to her pink lips, once again tasting the sweetness of cheri berries that warmed his lips with spice. Sycamore's large hands flexed as they stroked across the silk of her skin.
"Oh-my-god! Serena?"
Augustine shot up with speed he was amazed he possessed, quickly covering Serena with her coat to protect her modesty.
There standing by the doorway was Shauna, her mouth gaping like a Quagsire and her green eyes wide.
Serena quickly did up her coat, and turned to face her friend who was as red as a tamato berry.
"Shauna," She gasped, "It's not as bad as it looks." Serena slid from the desk, and smoothed out her hair nervously.
"Y-you're together with P-Professor Sycamore!" Shauna cried, bringing her hands up to her chest in fists as she wiggled excitedly.
"Shauna," Augustine hushed, the disgust returning as he realised that if one of his colleagues had caught them instead things would have been much different. He was a selfish man to allow himself to be with Serena like that.
He ran a shaky hand through his long fringe and with a sigh sat back down behind his now bare desk, all of his research was scattered across the room.
"Forgive me, Serena, I was out of line. Perhaps it's best that you leave." Augustine muttered. He could no longer allow himself to be around her if he was to act so shamelessly. His reputation as a pokémon professor was at stake along with hers as a heroine and pokémon trainer. She was too young.
Serena's heart jumped up into her throat as she began to realise the extent of his words. He wanted her to leave. He didn't want her.
She looked back to him with tearful honeycomb eyes. He bowed his head; unable to cast his gaze upon what he knew would be a crestfallen expression.
"Very well," she choked back on her tears, walking over to where her hat had fallen in their passion. She picked it up, and brushed it off before placing it back on her head and then covering her sorrow with a mask of indifference.
He didn't want what she had wanted. He probably only wanted her for her body. Someone had described Professor Sycamore as a ladies man, and that she imagined was true. Serena didn't want to be with a man that could easily be using her along with other women. She wanted complete exclusivity.
She loved him.
But he only wanted her for sex. Augustine Sycamore was a liar and to give that man her virginity would be one of the biggest regrets of her life.
No, she was glad she had found his true nature before she got in too deep.