In this fanfic both Ash and Misty are 21 year's old...The reson why I giving this a rated R rating becuse it seem's to be too adult for a PG-13 This is a one-shot. Sorry if it's to adult, thow no sex is in it. Just a scean were Misty open's a champagne bottle that might be consider rather dodgy..
Your words crashed through me as I stepped out onto the terrace of my hotel suite in the Orange Islands...in the face of the warm summer night air a storm brewed in the distance. In spite of my current mood I had to laugh at the timing of my rare mini vacation. Granted I needed the time off as much as you did. And although the miles between us was no longer a factor --- our untimely schedules were. One of us always traveling, challenging Gym leader's, other traniner's, fronter brains,and other's on that never ending quest of becoming a pokemon master. The other , me always being stuck at home at the Cerulean Gym. Always battling traniners's wanting to earn the Cascade badge.
The intense night sky ruptured open with a booming thunder, lightening slashing through the sky, lighting my way a long the beach, wind ripped through my hair, blowing it behind me as I walked farther out into the darkness. A bevy of stars lit my sky, I took a moment to take in their beauty --- knowing all to well they would be invisible in moments, washed away from the storm.
I glanced down at the crumpled note in the palm of my hand the concierge has brought to me only moments before.
Misty~ I am truly sorry I will not be able to meet you.
I shivered slightly in my shirt, not bothering to dress properly, I had slipped on a simple white cotton button-up shirt on, barely reaching my hips, I folded my arms across my chest as I looked out into the night. Tears of frustration so close, I didn’t bother to read the note a second time through...you weren’t coming.
Walking back to my open door, I passed the private hot tub off the terrace, thinking of how nice it would have been to share that with you. I walked to the mini bar refrigerator, retrieved a bottle of champagne that was chilling there, tossing the note on a small table and walked back into the night.
Sliding one long nail into the foil around the head of the bottle working the wrapping off, walking past the hammock for two nestled in-between two palm trees 20 feet from the room, my feet sinking into the warm sand as I made my way closer to the waters edge. I sat down, just close enough to let the zealous surf kiss the tips of my toes. I nestled the cold bottle between my thighs, wrapping the palm of my hand around the cork, slowly working it back & forth, feeling the pressure build under my hand, the stopper gave away with audacious pop and I expertly held it in place until the rising bubbles subsided.
Tipping my head back, the ends of my hair brushing along the sand, I noticed the stars glow begin to dim under the shadow of the clouds over head, rushing over the silvery moon in gloomy waves, leaving a perfect reflection of the ocean floor against the sky’s canvas. I took a long drink straight from the bottle, liquid bubbles bursting in my mouth, a sweet Merlot flavor.
My thoughts lingering on you -- The way your lips slowly curve into a gentle smile when I enter a room. How your eyes fix on mine, reaching out to me, telling me I am center -- the only one. Looking into me like no other person had before. The sound of your voice, many a nights finding solitude there, coming home late at night to my Cerulean Gym , dark circles under my eyes, fatigue cloaking my body, to find you waiting up for me. Your hands healing me, tenderly wiping away at the fraudulent residue of my craft that coated my skin in thick layers.
Tasking another long drink the bottle, tired tears clouded my vision, brushing them away, I lifted my face to the dark vault of heaven just in time to watch it open before me in a silent explosion illuminating the sky, pouring rain fell from the above. I stood up, my hair hanging in wet ringlets, the simple white cotton button-up shirt I wore now clinging to every curve of my body. Closing my eyes now, I raised my arms above my head, soft cotton plastered to me-- exaggerating the contrast between my trim waist and the soft swell of swaying hips. Rain trickled down my neck, sliding down my chest , caressing down my navel, balmy water droplets landing on my thigh.
Thunder hummed along the deserted beach echoing back to me. Picking up the champagne bottle I made my way back to the suite. Dusting as much sand off me as possible, I stepped into the room catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room. I did a double take --- not recognizing myself there, bewitched. The woman in the mirror looked wild, her eyes stormy, cheeks a rosy glow, long untamed hair hung in dirty sheets over one shoulder.
Numb fingers worked at the buttons down the shirt, peeling it away I took on last look in the mirror, making a face at myself. I crossed the room to take a shower, wash the chill off. The door was shut, with my hand resting on the glass doorknob, I looked over my shoulder, my eyes quickly darting around the room. Nothing appeared to be out of place, turning the knob I quietly eased the door open. Steam billowed out to me, engulfing me as I entered the room.
My panic quickly vanished at the sound of a deep voice singing from the shower--- I knew the melody, even as he sang it in a foreign tongue.
Biting on my lower lip, I soundlessly opened the shower door. My heart skipped a beat. I was taken back by the very sight of him, with his hands braced against the marble wall of the shower, his melodic voice, half a dozen shower heads at different heights spraying over him, lean muscles over chiseled bones.
Running my hands over his shoulders, slowly down his back, wrapping my arms around his waist, curling my body into his, finally resting my head against his back.
“I had you worried didn’t I Misty?”
With one hand Ash reach down lightly holding the two of mine to him as he continued to sing. My mini-vacation just started.