Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ The Morning After ❯ Maybe Not Forever ( Chapter 1 )
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By: TikiGoddess 
Just after Misty wakes up, and a partial recap of the night before.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.03.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 941 | Visits: 866 | Status: Completed
Just after Misty wakes up, and a partial recap of the night before.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.03.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 941 | Visits: 866 | Status: Completed
Misty awoke to find herself resting het head on Ash's chest, his arm wrapped around her. Carefully,
she sat up with out disturbing her partner, and looked around as Morning Amnesia slowly wore off.
They were in the room of a hotel. Their clothes were in a pile on the floor. She realised, with
some embarrassment, that this meant she and Ash were both naked. In the same bed. Sleeping right next
to each other.
The memory of the night before came back much faster then. Brock and Tracey had taken the Pokemon
to stay in their room across the hall so Misty and Ash could be together without disturbances. They had
ordered strawberries, caramel dip, and a bottle of champagne via room service, and had spent part of the night
on the patio outisde the room being romantic. They'd fed each other strawberries , one person biting one
end of the berry and feeding it to the other, ending it in a kiss.
And the champagne… That had been amusing. The bubbly, fruity liquid was passed from one mouth to the
other with kisses they'd been practicing for the past three years was sipped at during romantic conversation,
and was swalled in nervous anticipation of what would happen next.
*Ten years ago, I would have pulled the mallet on anyone even insinuating that I'd drink champagne with
him, much less sleep with him,* She thought idly. Back then, the only reason she traveled with him was to get
her bike back. She spent a year watching him lose battles, win battles, and slowly make his way to the League
Games.
By the end of that year, her critical edge towards him had begun to wear away, and she was falling in
love with him.
He had finally beaten the league when she got up the nerve to ask him out. When he said yes, she
thought she was going to pass out. She'd thought he hated her and would laugh in her face, or scoff and say
no, or worse, say no kindly and then admit to having a girlfriend.
The relationship wasn't exactly all mushiness; They were only 11 and 12 at the time, and hadn't seen
enough movies or watched enough TV to know what to DO in a relationship, plus they now had to visit their
families which they didn't really see much of any more, and they also had to train their Pokemon. Then Ash's
mother decided to send her son to a boarding school ("Come back smarter, honey! And remember to change your under
wear!!"), and the two had little contact. Often, Misty secretly wondered if he ever cheated on her.
And of course, a month after Ash got back, Misty's parents (who were always off traveling and had been
since Misty's oldest sister was able to keep an eye on the girls) wrote to them saying they wanted all four girls
to join them in France for a while and go to school their. Misty and her sisters leapt at the opportunity, being
huge fans of french cooking, and took off with a quick good bye.
Two years later, Misty returned home. She'd sent enough mail to Ash to fill a corner of his closet to
the ceiling, and he'd sent enough replies to make Misty buy a new suit case to carry it all. While she was gone,
Ash had gone back to boarding school so they met on smarter terms and more to talk about than Pokemon. The
relationship, on the other hand, needed severe attention. When it came to romantic anything, the pair struggled
for awhile to get it together. But another year and a half's practice had remedied the time apart, and being away
at school had brought more knowledge than necessary of romantic things to do.
Over the past three years, intimacy had definitely grown. They were walked in on while making out by Brock,
Tracey, Ash's mother, Pikachu, or sometimes a different grouping of them at least once a month, much to the
embarrassment of all present. This was usually followed with a stuttered "I'm sorry! I didn't think before opening
the door!" from the intruders and "GET OUT NOW!" from the intrudees, who, after the interruption, said "where were
we?" and jumped at each other again.
Last nights actions hadn't been as spontaneous as the make out sessions in slightly odd locations. A
whispered conversation between the two earlier that day while Brock and Tracey discussed where to go next decided
it, and Ash broke into their conversation and said "Where's the nearest town?"
And that was what lead them to Celadon City, to a slightly older but still well acclaimed hotel, and a night
of endless passion.
Misty dressed herself and stepped onto the patio, surveying the caramel-strawberry- Champagne mess from last
night.
*I wonder how many other people- lovers- have ended up here?* She thought, leaning on the guard rail around
the patio. The sun's golden beams hit the trees, chasing all of the lover's moments into the shadows to hide
until the silvery moon called them out again to play their lover's games.
Misty sighed and turned back to the room, but something caught her eye, dragging her attention to an
inscription on the guard rail. It said "Tiki & Jasper Eternal Love", followed by a quote from a book: "Too much
happiness always overflows into tears of sorrow."
*How dismal," Misty thought, a little perturbed. *I wonder what happened?*
She turned away from the tiny monument of a broken heart, and went back inside to face her lover, and hoped
she would never be too happy.
she sat up with out disturbing her partner, and looked around as Morning Amnesia slowly wore off.
They were in the room of a hotel. Their clothes were in a pile on the floor. She realised, with
some embarrassment, that this meant she and Ash were both naked. In the same bed. Sleeping right next
to each other.
The memory of the night before came back much faster then. Brock and Tracey had taken the Pokemon
to stay in their room across the hall so Misty and Ash could be together without disturbances. They had
ordered strawberries, caramel dip, and a bottle of champagne via room service, and had spent part of the night
on the patio outisde the room being romantic. They'd fed each other strawberries , one person biting one
end of the berry and feeding it to the other, ending it in a kiss.
And the champagne… That had been amusing. The bubbly, fruity liquid was passed from one mouth to the
other with kisses they'd been practicing for the past three years was sipped at during romantic conversation,
and was swalled in nervous anticipation of what would happen next.
*Ten years ago, I would have pulled the mallet on anyone even insinuating that I'd drink champagne with
him, much less sleep with him,* She thought idly. Back then, the only reason she traveled with him was to get
her bike back. She spent a year watching him lose battles, win battles, and slowly make his way to the League
Games.
By the end of that year, her critical edge towards him had begun to wear away, and she was falling in
love with him.
He had finally beaten the league when she got up the nerve to ask him out. When he said yes, she
thought she was going to pass out. She'd thought he hated her and would laugh in her face, or scoff and say
no, or worse, say no kindly and then admit to having a girlfriend.
The relationship wasn't exactly all mushiness; They were only 11 and 12 at the time, and hadn't seen
enough movies or watched enough TV to know what to DO in a relationship, plus they now had to visit their
families which they didn't really see much of any more, and they also had to train their Pokemon. Then Ash's
mother decided to send her son to a boarding school ("Come back smarter, honey! And remember to change your under
wear!!"), and the two had little contact. Often, Misty secretly wondered if he ever cheated on her.
And of course, a month after Ash got back, Misty's parents (who were always off traveling and had been
since Misty's oldest sister was able to keep an eye on the girls) wrote to them saying they wanted all four girls
to join them in France for a while and go to school their. Misty and her sisters leapt at the opportunity, being
huge fans of french cooking, and took off with a quick good bye.
Two years later, Misty returned home. She'd sent enough mail to Ash to fill a corner of his closet to
the ceiling, and he'd sent enough replies to make Misty buy a new suit case to carry it all. While she was gone,
Ash had gone back to boarding school so they met on smarter terms and more to talk about than Pokemon. The
relationship, on the other hand, needed severe attention. When it came to romantic anything, the pair struggled
for awhile to get it together. But another year and a half's practice had remedied the time apart, and being away
at school had brought more knowledge than necessary of romantic things to do.
Over the past three years, intimacy had definitely grown. They were walked in on while making out by Brock,
Tracey, Ash's mother, Pikachu, or sometimes a different grouping of them at least once a month, much to the
embarrassment of all present. This was usually followed with a stuttered "I'm sorry! I didn't think before opening
the door!" from the intruders and "GET OUT NOW!" from the intrudees, who, after the interruption, said "where were
we?" and jumped at each other again.
Last nights actions hadn't been as spontaneous as the make out sessions in slightly odd locations. A
whispered conversation between the two earlier that day while Brock and Tracey discussed where to go next decided
it, and Ash broke into their conversation and said "Where's the nearest town?"
And that was what lead them to Celadon City, to a slightly older but still well acclaimed hotel, and a night
of endless passion.
Misty dressed herself and stepped onto the patio, surveying the caramel-strawberry- Champagne mess from last
night.
*I wonder how many other people- lovers- have ended up here?* She thought, leaning on the guard rail around
the patio. The sun's golden beams hit the trees, chasing all of the lover's moments into the shadows to hide
until the silvery moon called them out again to play their lover's games.
Misty sighed and turned back to the room, but something caught her eye, dragging her attention to an
inscription on the guard rail. It said "Tiki & Jasper Eternal Love", followed by a quote from a book: "Too much
happiness always overflows into tears of sorrow."
*How dismal," Misty thought, a little perturbed. *I wonder what happened?*
She turned away from the tiny monument of a broken heart, and went back inside to face her lover, and hoped
she would never be too happy.