Sorry about the huge wait, I've done this completely on impulse, as usual. Also, holy shit, thanks for the reviews! I guess Gard fics are higher demand than any other pokémon for *ahem* particular reasons.

To wrap a few plotholes up:

Alex did have Pokemon prior to meeting Gardevoir, but I would think that would complicate things between Alex and Gardevoir. It might bring up interesting possibilities for three-ways in the future, but I'm probably not going to mention it again.

The whole "Gardevoir getting pregnant" thing was a bad decision in retrospect since I feel it would change the novel from "funny times with gardevoir and also sexy stuff" to "commitments and relationships and blah blah yak yak yak" This series is meant to be light hearted and erotic. Frankly I'm too lazy to write anything with any proper story at all. Fun fact: I freeball all of my stories. I just make them up as I go, as I do with most things.

And on Gardevoir's name, I've decided just to simply leave it as it is for now. Point being it's more accessible to everybody reading the story instead of having to read "Jane" or "Susan" or whatever name it is of the real life girl the author is pairing with himself. I might throw in some "Gard" and "Gardy" simply because I like those nicknames. They're playful.

Again, I hate to keep people waiting but I can really only do this thing when I feel like it. I like to see it as reading the story, enjoying it, waiting impatiently, and then being really fucking surprised when I actually update the damn thing. It's magical, y'know (not really)

Anyhow, enjoy.

I lay awake. I'm lying flat on my back, eyes staring up at the wooden ceiling. The faint hum of summer crickets sooth my mind. I'm stark alert, yet comfortable.
I tilt my head to the left, and focus on the being next to me. I can feel her breath graze my cheeks lightly as her chest falls slowly.
Why can't I sleep?
Oh of course, it's the whole "hooking up with a frigging pokémon thing" right? Haven't forgotten about that one y'know!
I ease my head back up and stare at the ceiling. She's naive. She's willing. She's hopeless without me. What kind of relationship is this? I've screwed her at least 5 times in the first week for fuck's sake. Perhaps I was just pent up on hormones from the new experience. I reposition my head on the pillow.
It's not normal to have a pokémon for a partner as far as social norms go. It's like getting with your dog to some people. What the hell am I going to do if, god forbid, somebody actually hits on me? I sigh and wave away the voice in my head. I don't want to check the time, I already know it's some ungodly hour and it's early shift tommorow.
Sleep, damn you.

Fast forward tommorow evening, Gardevoir and myself are eating cold soba noodles (these rice noodles you dip in cold, dashi sauce). The summer heat was so thick you could feel it pressing on your skin. I opened the door, but left the insect window closed.
"Damn, it's hot." I say, between a mouthful of noodles. "And we've got no AC, contrary to every other household in Japan." Gardevoir didn't get the joke.
She had finished, and was visibly flustered from the heat. I gesture vaguely to the bedroom. "We'll have to ditch the duvet, for today" I remark. Gardevoir simply nods.
I realise an eerie sense of colloquialism between us. I finish up on my bowl and lay the chopsticks on top. I look Gardevoir in the eyes.
"Gardevoir."
"Yes?"
"Could you describe the general situation between me and you right now?"
"Oh, we're uh, we're lovers, right?"
"Lovers?"
"Yeah, like bonded by destiny." She makes some gesture enthusiastically with her hands. I roll my eyes at the use of the word "destiny".
"You realise we're of different species, right?"
"Why should that matter?"
"Why do you think?"
"I don't know Alex, tell me."
"Where I came from, people don't regularly do this kind of stuff." I slump in my chair a little and fold my arms. "Especially sexual engagement. There's a huge taboo on that amongst trainers."
Gardevoir looks panicked."You mean we can't be openly accepted in public?"
"Well, not as partners of any kind, just trainer and pokémon."
Gardevoir thinks for a moment, then smiles. "That's not the end of the world. I'm all for acting normal amongst other trainers." I'm caught off guard by her sudden optimism. I smirk, leaning over the table.
"And we can do whatever we want here..." I say, striving for a kiss. We meet, myself leant over the table, with my hand holding up her chin. It was a controlled, romantic kiss. Not messy, thrashing tongue type from our previous engagements. We both wiped sweat from our foreheads. The kiss seemed to make the heat worse. I get up and move the dishes into the sink.
"Let's cool off a bit, shall we?" I strolled into the bedroom flung off the duvet from the neatly made bed. The sun looked like it was melting on the horizon into a big pool of liquid magma. It was a beautiful, blood red sunset.
I lay on the bed, waiting for Gardevoir. She walks in, and instead of laying down beside me, she climbs up on top of me from the foot of the bed, so her hands are next to my head. Her expression is as suggestive as I've ever seen it get.
She plants a firm kiss on my lips, and my eyes widen at her assertiveness. All the while grinding against my nether regions. She parts away from me, leaving me confused and dazed from the lack of control that I usually possess over her.
By now my denim shorts were visibly bulging against Gardevoir's crotch. She's unzips my pants, and pulls my boxers down just enough to expose myself. I'm god damn rock hard from all this "dom" stuff right now. Gardevoir places a finger in her mouth and lightly traces under her flowing white skirt.
She's straddling me now, knees on either side of me, lowering slowly. I feel myself hit her entrance, and I'm pushed inside of her. A sharp wave of pleasure jolts my body.
It feels completely different to not be jamming it in myself, and I feel my body stiffen up, and my head recoils back onto the pillow. Her insides wrap around me, the silky texture of her walls are urging me to blow immediately, but I clench myself and hold strong. Now my whole thing has been swallowed up.
Gardevoir looks at me menacingly, and then pushes further down, letting me hit the entrance to her womb. She lets out a yelp and stifles it. Her hips begin moving up and down against my will. My body has been numbed and my mind completely subdued by the pleasure being received. Her walls cling to me as he moves her hips
up and down, creating a tidal wave feeling of pushing inside her. I feel certain I'm about to come but hold it anyway, and my expression is that of "fucked silly." Gardevoir then proceeds to rhythmically pound down in long strokes, which pushes me off my limit. After hitting her womb multiple times, I let out a girlish moan and orgasm.
I feel like I'm shooting all I've got into her, and it lasts at least three good pulses until I begin panting and spacing out. Gardevoir raises herself, pulling me out of her. I shiver from the sensitivity in my dick and roll sideways. It's hot. I'm sweating real bad. Gardevoir comes up behind me and spoons into my back. My energy is completely drained.
I don't fight her bout of domination at all, instead I let my body do the work and close my eyes, fast drifting off from the exhaustion.