Pokemon Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ 15 Minute Ficlets ❯ Theme #152 ( Chapter 152 )

Title: Morning After Blues
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Novelshipping (Paul x Misty)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #152, Gloomy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Warnings: Implied sex, nudity

 

“I hate you.” That was the first thing Paul said when he woke up in a strange bed with a stranger.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.” Misty rubbed her head, wishing that her headache would hurry up and go away. “How much did we drink last night?”

He looked vaguely familiar, but he was not one of her friends. This was not how she had envisioned her first time!

Last night, she had been bored enough to try a cocktail at the dance party, and things must have gone from there. Her panties were hanging on the doorknob, and her strapless black dress was lying in a puddle on the floor. Her bra was nowhere in sight.

Her bed-mate was also naked, and his boxers were dangling from one of the two bedside lamps.

 

“Apparently, we drank enough to have random sex,” The Shinou Trainer griped. He crawled out of bed. “I'm going to take a shower.”

With that, he slammed the bathroom door of the cheap motel room behind him. The sooner he got out of here, the better.

He had training to do, and no time to coddle some random girl.

 

Misty scowled. Who did that bastard think he was, treating her like this? She was a Gym Leader, not some whore!

She pulled her clothes back on quickly, not wanting to stay here a moment longer. She could have coffee and a shower back at her home. Her sisters were gone, so no one would have to know what had happened.

It was not as though she was particularly worried. She would drop by the pharmacy for a morning after pill, and she knew that the old man who ran it was discreet. She only hoped that no newspapers had gotten hold of this news.

The mermaid of Cerulean City was not going to lose face in her own hometown! He was a jerk, and he would get what was coming to him!

As she glanced around the room, she had an idea…

 

Misty got her revenge, when Paul came out of the shower and couldn't find a single stitch of clothing, not even his shoes. He was forced to leave the motel in a hastily improvised toga that exposed more flesh than he would have liked (due to the cheap, thin, and worse yet, wet towel), and all the passerby sniggered as he inwardly seethed.

Damn her!

He was never going to repeat that experience.

 

End Fic

Completed 12/11/07

Edited 2/15/10

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