Yours, Always

Ash stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the knot of his red tie for what felt like the hundredth time. The black suit was sharp, But tonight was different—a formal gala, something Misty had convinced him to attend. The polished shoes and crisp shirt made him look… well, different, but in a good way.

Behind him, Misty lounged on the bed, her fiery red hair spilling over the pillows as she pulled her blanket tighter around her. She wasn't feeling up to going with him tonight, but as her cerulean eyes roamed over him, her breath hitched. He looked breathtaking. She wasn't just mesmerized—she was tempted, her mind wandering to thoughts that made her cheeks flush.

Ash turned, catching her staring. "What? Is my tie crooked or something?"

Misty blinked, a small smile tugging at her lips. "No… It's just weird seeing you like this. Weird in a good way, I mean."

He smirked, tugging at his cuffs. "Weird in a good way, huh? I'll take it. But I feel kind of bad leaving you here."

"You'll feel worse if you miss it," Misty countered, her voice soft but firm. "You've been looking forward to this, Ash. Don't let me being stuck in bed ruin it."

Ash hesitated, his chocolate brown eyes studying her. "I don't know… these kinds of things aren't really my thing. Plus, I'd rather you were there with me. I don't know how to handle all that fancy talk without you."

"You'll survive," Misty said, rolling her eyes. But then her tone shifted, her gaze lingering on him as her cheeks warmed. "Though, I will say… you're making it really hard to let you leave tonight."

Ash raised a brow, confused. "Why?"

Misty leaned forward, her voice quieter now. "Because you look… amazing, Ash. Honestly, you're making me nervous."

"Nervous?" Ash asked, confused.

"Yes," she said, her voice firm but tinged with playfulness. "No one should be crushing on you tonight. You hear me? Maintain a long distance from every girl in that room. If anyone so much as glances at you the wrong way, I might have to make a sudden recovery and show up to remind them who you belong to."

Ash laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're really laying it on thick tonight, aren't you?"

Misty's cheeks reddened slightly, but she smirked. "Can you blame me? You're my fiancé, Ash, and tonight…" She hesitated before adding with a teasing grin, "You look so good you might've just gotten me pregnant by standing there."

Ash froze, his face going red. "Mist!"

"What? I'm just saying," she said, her fingers brushing lightly against his tie as she tugged him closer. "If you weren't about to walk out that door, I'd be doing everything I could to keep you here."

Ash chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know I'd usually never say no to that. But if I don't leave now, I'll be late—and you're the one who told me to go."

Misty sighed dramatically, her lips quirking into a smile. "Fine. But you owe me, Ash Ketchum."

Without another word, Ash leaned in and kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a long, passionate kiss that left her breathless. His hand cupped her cheek as he deepened it, his thumb brushing against her skin. When he finally pulled back, Misty's eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in soft, uneven beats.

"Is that enough to hold you over until I get back?" Ash teased, his voice low.

Misty smirked, but instead of answering, she tugged him closer by his tie and kissed his neck deeply, her lips lingering against his skin before sucking lightly. When she pulled back, a dark mark had formed just above his collar.

Ash blinked in surprise, his face heating. "Mist! Now everyone's going to see that!"

"Good," Misty said with a satisfied grin, leaning back into the pillows. "They should know you're mine. And when you get back tonight…" Her voice softened, her tone sultry. "You're making it up to me."

Ash swallowed, his blush deepening, but he couldn't hide the small smirk that tugged at his lips. "I'll make it up to you. Promise."

Misty's grin widened, her excitement barely contained. "I'll hold you to that, Mr. Almost-Ketchum."

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Ash grabbed his keys and headed for the door. As he left, Misty's heart raced, her thoughts already on his promise for later. She sighed happily, biting her lip as she settled back into the bed. Tonight couldn't come fast enough.

XXX

The gala was in full swing, and Ash was doing his best to stay engaged with the crowd, even though he felt out of place. Lance, ever the confident one, had been his saving grace for most of the evening, helping to deflect awkward conversations. But when Lance excused himself to grab a drink, Ash found himself on his own.

As he moved through the crowd, Ash tried to escape the endless waves of chatter. Standing alone by the drink station, he reached for a beer, the cold glass bottle looking refreshing. But just as his fingers wrapped around it, he suddenly remembered.

Misty.

She had been very clear with him earlier: No alcohol tonight, Ash. She hated when his mouth smelled like beer after a long night. With a sigh, he put the beer back and reached for a juice instead. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was what he needed if he wanted their night to end the way they'd planned. Smiling to himself, he thought of Misty and how eager she'd been for him to get home.

Just as he was sipping his juice, a woman in a sleek, green dress approached him, her confident smile too familiar for his liking.

"You're Ash Ketchum, right?" she asked, her voice smooth and almost flirtatious.

"That's me," Ash replied, feeling a slight tension rise in his chest.

"You look even better in person," she said, stepping closer than he expected, her gaze lingering just a little too long. "I've been watching you all night. You're quite the catch."

Ash smiled, but it was more of a nervous gesture than anything else. He'd heard enough flirtation tonight to last him a lifetime.

"Thanks, but, uh… I'm actually taken," Ash said quickly, hoping to make it clear without sounding rude.

She didn't back off. Instead, her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Taken, huh? Well, what if I told you I'd still be interested?" Her tone dropped a bit, and she leaned in closer. "Your fiancée wouldn't have to know if we had a little fun. Just the two of us."

Ash's stomach churned. His hand tightened around his juice, and he set it down with a sharp clink. He tried to maintain his composure but felt his temper rising.

"No," he said, his voice cold but firm. "I'm not interested, and I'm not doing that. You should really respect my relationship."

The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. She stepped closer, placing her hand on his arm. "Come on, Ash. You deserve a good time."

Ash slapped her hand away, his voice sharp and commanding "You know what? You should take a good look at yourself and your actions. What you're offering says everything about your character. It's disgusting. And frankly, your lack of class makes me feel sorry for you." He took a step back, his words firm and final. "I'm not interested in anything you have to offer. So, do us both a favor and walk away."

She finally backed off, and Ash turned away, disgusted. He pulled out his phone and texted Misty, needing to shake off the encounter.

Ash: Some people here are seriously messed up. I can't wait to get home to you, Mist.

Ash: Hope you're ready for me tonight. You've been on my mind all night.

Misty's reply came almost instantly.

Misty: Come home and make love to me until I can't walk.

Ash: You better rest up, Mist, because once I'm home, you're not getting out of bed for days.

Ash smirked to himself, his heart racing. Tonight couldn't end fast enough.

XXX

As Ash entered the bedroom, he found Misty already waiting for him, her eyes full of curiosity and a hint of anticipation. Pikachu, who had been curled up on the bed beside her, perked up immediately at the sight of his trainer.

"Pikachu!" Ash greeted with a warm smile, reaching out to scratch behind Pikachu's ears. "Thanks for keeping Misty company while I was gone, buddy."

"Pika pi!" Pikachu chirped happily, nuzzling against Ash's hand before hopping off the bed to sit by his feet.

Ash crouched down, giving Pikachu one last affectionate pat. "Why don't you go find Vaporeon and hang out for a bit, huh?" he suggested with a grin, his tone light but clear.

Pikachu tilted his head, giving Ash an inquisitive look before bounding out of the room, his yellow tail flicking behind him.

As the door softly clicked shut, Ash turned his attention back to Misty, his smile softening. "Now, where were we?"

Misty smirked, her cerulean eyes sparkling with amusement. "Subtle, Ketchum. Really subtle."

"Hey," Ash said, shrugging with a playful grin as he walked toward her. "I missed you, Mist. Can you blame me?"

Misty's teasing expression melted into something warmer as he sat beside her. She reached out, her fingers brushing his hand. "I missed you too, baby. Now tell me—how was the gala?"

Ash sighed, leaning back against the headboard and running a hand through his hair. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be… but there was one woman who made things awkward."

Misty's brow furrowed, her gaze sharpening. "Awkward how?"

Ash hesitated for a moment, then relayed the story, keeping his voice calm but honest. "She tried to flirt, got way too close, and even asked me to… you know, hook up with her. I told her no, but she wouldn't back off. She even grabbed my arm at one point."

Misty's jaw tightened, her hand instinctively gripping his. "And?"

Ash's chocolate eyes met hers, steady and reassuring. "I told her off, Mist. I made it clear she was wasting her time and that I wasn't interested. I let her know I'm taken—by the most amazing woman, by the way," he added with a small smirk.

Misty's shoulders relaxed slightly, though her expression remained firm. "Good," she said softly. Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes, she added, "Because if she'd tried anything else, I would've shown up there and handled it myself."

Ash chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. "I think you'd scare her off faster than I did."

"Exactly," Misty replied with a smirk, her fingers trailing up his arm. "But you did great. I'm proud of you."

Ash's expression softened, his voice dropping as he cupped her cheek. "You're the only one I want, Mist. Always."

Misty's smile deepened, her voice quiet but filled with anticipation. "I know. And I'm all yours, Ash."

Their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss, the room growing quiet except for the sound of their breaths mingling.

Ash slowly shrugged off his blazer, tossing it aside carelessly, his gaze locked on Misty. She smiled softly at him, her fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt before she reached up to gently loosen his tie. It slipped from his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt with practiced ease, her fingers grazing his skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

Ash's breath hitched slightly as she leaned in, pressing soft kisses against his chest, collarbone, and neck. Each kiss felt like it was igniting something deep within him, but as her lips lingered just below his jaw, he couldn't resist breaking the silence.

"You know," he began, his voice low and teasing, "for someone who sent me a message like, 'make love to me until I can't walk,' you're moving way too slow."

Misty froze for half a second before her cheeks flushed a deep pink. Her cerulean eyes darted up to meet his, filled with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "You're seriously bringing that up now?" she muttered, her voice caught somewhere between irritation and amusement.

Ash smirked, his hands moving to her waist as he pulled her closer. "How could I not? That message has been playing on repeat in my head all night. Do you have any idea what you've started?" He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured, "Because I intend to finish it."

Before she could respond, Ash pressed his lips to her neck, the kisses slow and deliberate. Misty sighed, her body instinctively arching toward him, but when his teeth grazed her earlobe, biting down gently before soothing the spot with a warm, wet kiss, her breath hitched audibly, sending shivers down her spine.

Ash pulled back just slightly, his grin laced with mischief. "That's more like it," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Now let me hear you say something like that again."

Misty's flushed face said it all, but instead of responding, her fingers slid to his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. "Less talking," she murmured, her voice husky, "more proving it."

Ash's laugh was low and rough as he guided her lie onto the bed, his hands sliding beneath the fabric of her camisole. "Oh, I'll prove it," he said, his voice a heated promise as he pulled the material from her body.

Her camisole slipped from her shoulders under his touch, and as the fabric fell away, his lips followed, leaving a trail of warmth down her collarbone. Misty's breath hitched as he paused to admire her, his gaze dark and full of admiration. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity and desire.

Before she could respond, Ash's lips captured hers in a kiss that was slow and passionate, the kind that spoke volumes without words. As the kiss deepened, his hands moved with urgency, removing the last of her clothing and his own, until there was nothing between them but their shared warmth.

He paused to look at her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I love you, Mist. Always," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

Misty's hand rested on his cheek, her eyes meeting his. "I love you too, Ash. Always," she replied, her voice a promise as she pulled him close.

The room softened into a warm glow as the night unfolded, their connection unshakable, the world outside disappearing as they lost themselves in each other.