Shauna takes your hand as you watch the fireworks. You can see her other hand on the white ledge of the balcony, and try to focus on that. Shauna threads your fingers together and smiles.

“Wasn’t that pokeflute playing amazing?” she asks.

You know Shauna. Not as much as you know Calem–Calem’s like your brother, irreplacable–but you know her. The way she looks at you makes your stomach jump in your throat.

Shauna’s still smiling.

“Yeah, um,” you hear your voice say. “That snorlax was big.”

(Of course that snorlax was big; it was a snorlax. You internally groan to yourself.)

Shauna giggles. “Yeah, it was,” she says.

She starts leading you away. You’d been so focused on talking to her and looking at her, you’ve nearly forgotten the fireworks in the sky. But Shauna’s brown pigtails, and her hand still in yours are bigger, warmer.

“Wanna explore the palais?” she asks, and giggles when she says palais. “Look at all this!”

“I’ve already explored it,” you say.

“Then do it with me.” Shauna shoots you a grin and then asks, “Please? We still have so many places left to explore, I don’t know the next time we’ll both be here.”

Laughing, you say, “Okay, okay.”

Shauna grabs your hand again. “Yay!” she cheers, right in your face, and you put her down.

“Sit,” you say. She giggles again.

“This is the top floor, isn’t it?” she asks. She starts heading toward the staircase. You catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror behind you; you look good together, here.

Your heart catches in your throat again.

“Yeah, um,” you say, because Shauna has stopped because it’s taken so long for you to respond.

“What’s with you?” she asks, swinging your hand. She’s still smiling, though. “You’re so quiet.”

“I’m always quiet,” you say.

“That’s not true. Well, compared to Tierno and Calem and Trevor, I guess it is.”

“And compared to you,” you say, and Shauna’s cheeks turn pink and she swings your hands higher.

“And compared to me,” she agrees.

She’s walking you both to the third floor, where most palais tourist attractions are. She hasn’t let go of your hand yet, so you don’t let go of hers.

“Think our pokemon would appreciate some fresh air?” she asks, and–as usual, before you can respond–she taps her knuckles on her pokeball and her chespin pops out.

Chespin chirps and Shauna says, “Hey buddy!”

“Make sure he doesn’t knock anything over,” you warn.

“Don’t worry,” Shauna assures you. “Chespin’s well-behaved, aren’t you,” she coos at her chespin.

Chespin nods happily and knocks a nearby painting crooked.

“Eh, close.” Shauna blushes and adjusts the painting back.

You tap your pokeballs open, too, and braxien and fletchinder and linoon pop out. “The four of you go outside and play in the garden,” you say. “We’re gonna be looking around for a bit.”

Fletchinder, linoone, and chespin look excited. Braxien eyebrows furrow in reluctance.

“It’s really nice!” Shauna encourages.

So the pokemon run down. After a moment, you say, “Think they’ll make a mess on their way there?”

You both hear a small crush and some yelling, and giggle. “Your braixen should keep them in check,” says Shauna.

“Yeah,” you say, and you both laugh again.

Shauna walks you around. You’re still holding hands. You peek into rooms with mild interest, and Shauna does, too.

“So you’re seroius about defeating all the gyms?” she asks.

“Well. ‘Serious,'” you say.

“I mean, like. You’re gonna do it?”

You shrug. “Why not?”

“True. And you’ve got your first badge already!” Shauna says.

And then, “Can I see it again?”

Your mouth hurts from smiling so much, which never happens when you’re around Calem. “Sure.” You pull out your trainer card, and she marvels.

“Wow.” She gently shoulders you into a nearby bedroom–there are a lot of them in here–and sits on the canopy bed to observe the badge more.

“You really don’t need to sit down for this,” you say, amused. You join her.

“I do,” Shauna says. She looks at you. “You’re amazing,” she says, and leans in.

She kisses you on the mouth, which has never happened before. Well, no one has ever kissed you on the mouth before, so you just kind of wait and stare and it’s enjoyable but you’re also confused.

Shauna pulls away after about five seconds. Her hand’s on your skirt, and you don’t know when that happened.

You say, “You didn’t have to kiss me for that.”

Shauna’s cheeks are flushed. “I know, I,” she says. “Um. Sorry. I wanted to, ’cause you are really cool–you’re amazing, and I wanna watch you beat all the other seven gym leaders and the Elite Four and become Champion, because I–I care, but like. I know you’re able to, and will, you’re gonna be–well, the best–”

“Maybe not the best.” Shauna’s making you blush, too.

Shauna says firmly, “Definitely the best.”

You kiss her, then. Your hand is on her shoulder and her nose squashes alongside yours and she squeaks–surprised, but pleased. She responds excitedly, immediately taking your hand and sunglasses off your head, tangling her fingers in your hair.

You remember you are suddenly. You turn around and start, “Is the–”

“The door’s closed.” Shauna kisses by your ear and tucks a strand behind.

Reasonably, this is not the time–or place–to get distracted like this. But you’ve got a hold on one of Shauna’s pigtails and her hand is snaking upward your torso and you pull one of her pigtails out and, maybe, a little too hard. Shauna makes an approving noise into your mouth as her brown hair cascades down one side. Her mouth seeks every inch of yours, and she shifts a little closer to you on the bed. The edge of your fingertips find the edge of her shorts. You slide a hand around one of her thighs.

She giggles. “That tickles,” she breathes into your mouth, and you bump lips yet again. You miss, sort of, too high near her nose and she finds your free hand and squeezes it.

“D’you wanna,” she starts, and you nod because yeah, you want to. You can see what Shauna’s asking in her eyes, you think. She looks surprised, but beams.

“Just whatever,” you say, kissing her cheek. Your other hand–not the one she’s holding–goes to the hem of her shorts and starts to unbutton. She hums, but doesn’t protest as you get her zipper down and can see her white panties with patterned little floettes.

“Cute underwear,” you tease, and she sloppily tries to place a finger over your mouth.

“The cutest,” she agrees, smirking.

She wriggles out of her sports, actually, and tosses them on a nearby pillow. You say, “This isn’t either of our beds.”

“It isn’t,” Shauna says. She’s looking at you now. “Are you gonna take–something off, too?”

“D’you want to do that?” you find yourself asking.

Shauna seems surprised at your boldness, too. But she says, “Yeah,” and places her hands on both sides of your hips, kisses you on the mouth, and then the neck.

“This is going to be the most inappropriate ever,” you say. Her eyelashes brush against yours.

“Well,” says Shauna. “We could be doing this in public.”

She has a hand up your skirt and it runs down the side of your thigh. You shudder and try to control your breathing. Her fingers find the edge of your own panties, and she slides the lace down.

“You’re just,” you say, staring up at her.

Shauna looks like she’s glowing. “I’m just what?” she says.

And then she takes your panties off, doesn’t look at you for a response–instead tucks her head under your red skirt and her hand is still there and she runs her fingers around you. You gasp and your hands instinctively go down, against the back of her head.

You make a sound–you don’t know what it is, but it’s incoherent and embarrassing. But Shauna’s forearms press into your thighs a little bit more and you can feel the tip of her nose nudge against you, and then her mouth.

Shauna’s mouth. It’s. You don’t know how to properly explain, but it makes your knees curls up and tighten around her. Your body feels like it’s compressing and your heart feels so high in your mouth. Shauna lets you; her free hand strokes your leg, assuringly. Her other finds your sensitive spot and rubs, at first hesitantly. And then her lips dive into you.

You’re making little whining noises now–trying to suppress the volume, so no one but you and Shauna can hear. Shauna’s keeping the elastic of your skirt in place, but you can feel it slipping from your sweat–it’s only barely warm in here, you think absently to yourself.

And you’re also too focused on Shauna’s mouth moving all around you–you don’t know if you’re wet because of her or because of her. She’s going at you hungrily and you kind of manage out a, “Shauna,” maybe thinking of saying something (but not much else is coherently running through your brain anyways.) Her fingers are moving faster on your hood, and it hits a point where your body seizes up and you have to bite your finger from making even louder noises. Your toes curl and she rubs a hand down your leg, guiding you through, helping you unravel.

Your breathing is ragged. Shauna pulls away, lips pink and shiny. She kisses you and you laugh and say, “Gross,” in her mouth.

“You’re not gross,” she says, and you have to laugh and kiss her again.

“We’d better get back to our pokemon,” you realize when you pull back. “Or else they’ll destroy the garden.”

“And terrorize that furfrou?” Shauna hides a smile behind the curtain of her one undone pigtail.

“Well,” you say. “The furfrou would be grateful for that, wouldn’t it?”

“Definitely,” Shauna agrees. “But you’re right. We still have a pokemon adventure to continue!”

She punches the air. She’s so cute in just her shirt and underwear that you find her hand and squeeze. She pecks your cheek and says, “I guess we should put our clothes back on, huh?”

So you do and you help her tie her pigtail back in, too. As you do, you ask, sort of quiet,

“You really think I’ll become Champion?”

“Yes,” says Shauna, with such confidence that your fingers nearly slip. You suddenly don’t know how to speak.

“And,” she goes on, “you’ll defeat any trainers that are in your way and be the best pokemon trainer in the world!”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you say, and you both laugh. She cranes her head a little to look up at you.

“You’re the greatest,” she says. “You’ll be the best in Kalos. I know it. And then the whole world and nothing will stop you!”

The way she’s saying it, you kind of believe her too.

Shauna adds “And if anyone tries to beat you there, they’ll have to go through me,” and your smile might be bigger than hers.

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by aroceu

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