Hey everyone. Got another chapter for you. Pre warning to all you ferocious fappers, it's non lemon. I felt like the direction of the story was a little misguided with sex every other chapter, so I'm toning it down a little. Just some light hearted experiences between our protagonist and Gardevoir. A few things you might have noticed about my writing style are how I put periods in the quotation marks. Not quite sure why I do this, probably just personal preference. I also don't like to tack on "I said" after every piece of dialogue and the only people talking are usually Alex and Gardevoir so it can't hurt to leave it that way. I tend to leave hints here and there as to who is talking when. Anyhow, I appreciate the reviews I've been getting lately, criticism and praise alike. As previously mentioned, I don't really believe this flimsy excuse for a story deserves recognition but I'll take it.

Enjoy.

The cool breeze accented the summer morning heat nicely, to both me and Gardevoir's liking. Birdsong could be heard, through the window where Gardevoir was looking out of. The window looked out on the grassy path that I frequent so much. The path was so densely packed with lush vegetation that you couldn't make out the end point with the human eye. Gardevoir was half bent over, elbows resting on the window sill. She let out a small sigh. Her eyes looked longing. I walked up behind her and placed both my hands on her shoulders, resting my head on hers. She looked up, and gave a "hmm?"
"Would you like to?" I asked inquisitively, bringing my hands down from her shoulders to her arms, and eventually her own hands.
"Like to what?" She replied hastily.
"Oh, come on." I said, with more than a pinch of sarcasm. There was a pause.
"I-I'm not sure I can stay calm around other people."
"That's fine. We can find a quiet spot. Say, the far side of the lake?"
"...Alright, let's do it." She made it sound like a challenge.
Of course, that's exactly what it was. I already knew Gardevoir wasn't fully used to human interaction other than my own.
I filled a flask full of sweet tea in my backpack. Neither of us felt like lugging a basket full of food all the way to the town. I drew a yellow parasol from the stand next to the door.
We set out of the house. The gentle heat pressed onto our bodies. I briefly glanced at my wristwatch. 10:43 AM. I pushed the parasol and held it over our heads. We walked parallel to each other until we realised the shade from the parasol wasn't enough for both of us. Gardevoir improvised and took my arm in hers, pushing her left breast up against me. We both gasped nervously at the sudden touch, but almost instantaneously laughed at each other's reactions. The stretch towards the town lasted at least 20 minutes from here. Perhaps we could pick up some food from that nice café where nobody goes to. Or maybe get Gardevoir some new clothes. I wouldn't mind a change up from the usual natural white gown that Gardevoir dons on seemingly all occasions. God, I hope I don't see anyone I know. All this pondering had caused me to go awfully silent, and Gardevoir was looking me the whole time.

"Something wrong, Alex?"
"Nah, just thinking about what we should do in the town."
We continued walking for a few more minutes, then something sprang to mind.
"Gardevoir?"
"Yes?"
"Well, it's about your.. uh... name."
"Mmm?"
"Yeah, well, trainers usually name their pokémon things. But so far, we've been fine with just "Gardevoir""
"And?" Gardevoir didn't seem to get it.
"I guess it's not important. I mean, it would just seem strange to call you by your wild name." I decided to illustrate a little. "Put it this way. If a person went as far as writing a shoddy story about us, don't you think "Gardevoir" would get tired out after a while?"
"Well, I suppose said writer would address this problem within his story." Gardevoir replied, cunningly.
"Now that's breaking the fourth wall." I say, giving Gardevoir an impressed nod.
We both laughed lightly and continued walking. Weirdly this part of the path stuck out to me. The tall grass. That night when I was ambushed, then saved. I held my finger out to point this out but Gardevoir closed her eyes and gave a knowing nod. Sometimes I really forget about her psychic capabilities. She must be able to read me like a book. We reached the
hard surface of the town's roads. At this point we had put ourselves at a distance, and were walking together rather normally. So far, so good. There was another person walking towards us. He looked at us, and tipped his hat.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
Good. Great even. Everything's A-okay. We carried on through the straight of the stone footpath. We passed some houses and then came at a junction. I signalled Gardevoir to turn left. We reached the lake. From this side it would be far too populated to relax together. I pointed other to the row of shops beside us, and then at the pokémart.
"Dude, I work there." I said, in a silly tone. She looked and nodded slightly. I guess it wouldn't be that interesting. I noticed that Gardevoir had been shifting uncomfortably underneath her gown since we entered town. It must feel alienating, like this. I took a right turn onto the path leading towards the lake. Gardevoir followed. We passed the large mass of people beside the lake.
There was another short walk around the lake until we reached a quiet spot. We walked under a stone archway which lead to the path which followed directly beside the lake. The neverending drone of the people back behind us could still be heard faintly. I looked over the at the lake, and at the long ripples being made by fish bobbing up and down. There were giant, deep green lilypads floating on the edge, not a few foot away from where we were walking. We walked for a while in silence. Gardevoir was looking around a lot more than I was, soaking in her newly found surroundings. I ran my hand down Gardevoir's and took her hand in mine. Our fingers interlocked. There was nothing but deep forest to the left of us, and you could see various pokémon skittering around in the distance.
"It's nice." Gardevoir said abruptly. I looked at her, and smiled. We were nearing the foot of the lake, where the lake properly turned around. Now there was nothing to be heard, save for the occasional plop of a fish in the lake and our own footsteps. There was a cast iron bench a few metres ahead of us.
"Here. Let's set down here."
And so we did.

Hot, sweet tea spilled out of the flask and into the porcelain teacup. I handed it to Gardevoir. She was having problems holding the teacup with the small hole for human fingers, so she simply held it with both hands. We sat on the bench, pressed against each other, looking out on the lake. It was nearing noon, and the sun was reflecting on the lake magnificently. The people at the other end could only be seen as specks of colour amongst the landscape. I sighed happily and put an arm around Gardevoir. She'd already finished her tea.
"You're supposed to drink tea slowly, y'know." I said with a suave look.
"Oh? Eh, heh. Woops." Gardevoir looked down at her cup and blushed. She seemed awfully nervous, despite our seemingly solitary condition. I squeezed her gently.
"So, what do you think?" She looked up at the lake.
"I-It's beautiful. Unlike the small ponds I've ever come across in the wild. You must be able to see over here from where you work, which must be nice." I nodded.
"Yup. Lovely here, at this time of day." I took another sip of tea. Gardevoir leaned down and rested her head on my lap. I moved my arm to rest on her shoulder. There wasn't much to do except gaze upon the shining waters and listen to each other's breathing. There was the cool breeze again, making us both shiver with satisfaction. We let time pass us by. I checked my watch again. It just hit noon. I finished my tea.
"So..."
"So?" Gardevoir cut me off.
"Lunch. What do you feel like?" She didn't reply.
"Somewhere quiet? I know this café on the outskirts of town which is practically deserted. But cosy. Deserted and cosy."
"Sure."
Garevoir turned over, so her head was facing upwards. I shifted along to the end of the bench. We looked at each other a while, then Gardevoir leaned up towards me, tilting her head to mine. I knew what was coming. I took a quick glance both ways. Looked clear enough. I bent my head a little and met her lips. By now we'd pretty much got the correct force needed to make the best feeling kiss. Not too hard, not too soft. There weren't any pressing tongues to indicate French kissing either. A simple, romantic kiss. We parted, again looking deep into each other's eyes. A few turns of the head ensured we weren't caught in the act.
"Let's go grab some lunch, Gardy." She gazed at me with a look equal to saying "Seriously?" But took my hand and got up to walking. The café previously mentioned was on the left side of town, meaning we walked the entire span of the lake, taking the same direction as before. As expected, the café was empty. It was a nice, cosy place with savouries and baked goodies shown in the front till. I chose the soup of the day, while Gardevoir decided on a caesar salad with French dressing, of course after me telling her what the hell it was. The guy running the café had long, swept back ginger hair. He was wearing a red plaid shirt, jeans, a red visor cap and some glasses. He didn't seem to mind at all that a pokémon was dining in his establishment. In fact, he looked from me to Gardevoir and then gave me a sly wink as I handed him the cash as if we shared some dark, relevant knowledge. I just gave him a funny look and sat down. Gardevoir simply rested her chin on her hand and stared out into the open forest, mellowly. We ate our food, sat for an hour, and left. The walk back to the house proved too strenuous for Gardevoir and I offered to give her a ride on my back. She gratefully obliged. Half-way up the grassy path I felt a slow, rhythmic breathing on my neck. She was asleep. The sun was beginning to drop down. Eventually I reached the cabin. With some difficulty, I unlocked the front door and took a few tired steps to the bedroom, where I laid Garedvoir down on her side. She sort of formed her own position in the bed in her sleep. I bent over and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, and she shifted a little and a small smile formed on her lips. I decided an early sleep wouldn't hurt. It was nice, like this. I laid down on the covers, took my right arm and slipped it through the gap between Gardevoir's neck and the bed. Pressing myself into the back of her body, I simply closed my eyes. I knew I wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon.
But who cared about that?