‘Rye-Rye’ had been busy reading quietly to himself when Dawn had come bursting into the house (well, cabin
), screaming loudly for him.
Of course, he ignored her cries and went on reading. If it was that important, she would just have to come and tell him personally.
And, just as expected, within a few seconds Dawn was right in front of him. He peeked up briefly, taking in her flushed face with a bit of bewilderment.
She took a few seconds to catch her breath before standing straight, holding an envelope in her hands. Her signature grin in place, she began waving it around loosely; Riley watched her every move. Just what did she have planned now?
“Guess who this letter’s for?”
He blew out a puff of air and leaned back in the brown couch. “It’s safe enough to assume that it’s for me, right?”
“Oh baby, you so smart.” Dawn cooed, shuffling closer. She continued to hold the envelope gingerly in her hand before placing it in front of his face.
Due to the proximity, his eyes widened before trying to snatch it away from her, but she pulled back. “Who’s it from?” He questioned, looking over the front--nothing: no name, no address…
Riley watched as Dawn leisurely tore open the envelope with her pinky finger; she was absolutely beaming, just as she’d been when they’d won twenty straight fights in the Battle Tower. Finally, she pulled out the neatly folded paper and began to read it.
“Dear Riley,” She glanced at him briefly before looking back, “First of all, I’d like to thank you for your letter. I don’t get much of them, believe it or no--”
His eyes widened again and he reached forward, seizing the paper from her small hands. Dear God, he scanned the contents and stared at the last line.
She’d actually sent that letter?!
In neat, nearly perfect script, it was signed: Steven Stone
Riley felt his face heat up and he began to tremble. “When?” He gaped at her, “How?”
Dawn smirked, “By carrier Starly.” Voice was full of sarcasm, almost dripping with it. “Nah, Nurse Joy delivered it for me...kinda had to beg her, but she did it. I can ensnare anyone with my charm. Anyway, didn’t you know he was in the city for a week?”
She had to be lying, it was just too much of a coincidence. Dawn was pulling his leg, for sure. …But the evidence was right in front of him, and it’d be stupid to deny it, right? How, though, had he let this news slip right passed him? And…
He had to be a fool to pass this up: a fake or not, he just had to find out. “You say…he’s in the city for a week?”
“How did you find that out?”
“You don’t go to PokeCenter a lot; I was talking to Nurse Joy…it, uh, came up in the conversation.” She pressed her fingers up against her lips, and Riley knew something was up, but he didn’t have time to point it out.
“You’re not lying?”
“Nah, I love teasing you, but I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Dawn crossed her arms behind her back and winked at him, “He’s your little crush, Rye-Rye~”
Riley abruptly stood and she stumbled backwards in complete surprise. “Where is he?” Da
mn it, why was he being so impulsive?
Dawn stared down at her watch and then shrugged, “It’s 4 P.M. When I got the letter from Nurse Joy, she told me he was heading off to Iron Island.” She raised a finger, “Don’t tell no one, though. He doesn’t want too much press--something like that, apparently.”
“But…why would he be here? In Sinnoh?”
“Why the he
ll would you even ask that question?” She seemed pretty pis
sed “If I was in Kanto, and I found out that Cynthia
was visiting, you can bet your as
s I wouldn’t be asking why.”
“If that’s the case…” Riley placed his hands on her shoulder and stared straight into her large, childish eyes. “I have to find out then…” He muttered, kissing her hard on the lips before drawing away.
A small sneer appeared on her face; her eyelids lowered and hands were placed on her hips. “Be back before 8. I’ll make us some food. Beef ramen, Rye, your favorite~”
There was a flash of concern on his face before he nodded, took a few steps backwards and headed towards the front entrance. “Wait up for me, then.” He said as he opened up the door, staring back at her.
Dawn nodded slyly, “Of course I will. I’ll always wait for you…” I’m…still actually waiting, Riley. And I think I always will be.
And, just like that, he was gone. Dawn clapped her hands together and twirled around, before furrowing her eyebrows. She lifted her thumb up to her lips and bit down on her nail; hopefully what she was doing wouldn’t backfire on her.
t, that would suck.
There was a flash of light and a big crash. Dawn clenched her eyes shut and shook. A few seconds ticked by, before rain began coming down in torrents. With a little sigh, she dragged herself up the two stairs and stood in front of the twin-sized mattress. Spreading her arms out, Dawn let herself drop down onto the bed; she laid still for five minutes before turning on her back. Underneath one of the pillows was the three day old Elite
magazine, which she pulled out.
Maybe she’d just pass the time…
And so, an hour passed.
And now it was past 8.
No sign of him.
And she started to get a little worried.
Dawn brought the magazine closer to her face and stared at Cynthia’s picture, then Lance’s, Blue’s and then she flipped back to Cynthia’s picture.
“Waiting…” She continued to stare at her photograph and muttered under her breath: “We’re so pathetic…”
At a quarter past ten, he was back, thirty minutes after Dawn had fallen asleep.
Dawn’s eyes cracked open and she observed him. Riley’s face was completely blank; his clothes drenched--black shirt dripping wet, his black trousers sullied at the bottom with mud.
But…he looked content.
And Dawn couldn’t tell if what she herself was feeling was a good thing, or…something worse.
He walked inside and pushed the door closed, resting the back of his head against it.
“Did you see him?” Finally speaking up, Dawn pulled a pillow to her front and kicked away the sheets in a juvenile manner. “He was
there, right? Like Joy said?”
Riley only nodded. And that’s when he reopened his eyes and gave his lover a soft smile.
Dawn puffed out her cheeks; she knew she was blushing. “Did you guys do anything?”
Instead of replying, Riley began pulling up the bottom of his shirt. She watched him carefully as he yanked it off and draped it over the desk’s chair. Then he went for his belt and began to unbuckle it; Dawn already knew where this was going.
And that probably meant she wasn’t going to get an answer anytime soon.
The trainer crossed her legs again, pulling up her socks and continued sitting there. Riley peeked over at her once, right as he began slipping out of his pants. Dawn looked on eagerly, a pleased grin plastered all over his face.
Once he was down to his boxers, Riley didn’t go straight to her, as Dawn had first expected. Instead, he walked past the bed and went directly to the bathroom. Her stomach churned and she shot herself off the mattress, rushing over to where he was.
Riley was currently pulling a small towel from the bathroom cabinet, most likely to dry himself off. “I’m not gonna wait anymore.” Dawn announced, arms crossed in a very authoritative way.
He chuckled that sweet chuckle the trainer was so used to hearing. “You don’t have to wait, my dear…”
Dawn clicked her tongue, ran inside and pressed her clothed body (most noticeably her breasts) against his bare side. Putting on the cutest frown she could muster, she stared up at him with pleading eyes. “Then come on. I can’t stand
just watching you. I…” She trailed off, completely forgetting what she wanted to say when they locked eyes.
“You want me?” His hair was still dripping, and some drops of water landed on her face.
God, impossibly sexy
. Dawn wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed, “Let’s go then, come on.”
“Really, Dawn?” Breaking her hold, Riley quickly lifted her up (with such ease) and set her down on the edge of the bathroom sink. He sneered, “You want to do it, in here?”
She scowled and snapped her fingers, “Stop playing with me, Riley. It’s not like this’d be the first--”
Riley leaned in and gave her a kiss that stopped her small rant. With her legs dangling over the side, Dawn draped her arms over his shoulder and dragged him in closer, kissing him back harshly for interrupting.
In between their lips locking, she managed to ask him a question. “You two do anything?”
Pulling away somewhat, he answered, “You think we did?”
“God, if you did, I’d kill you, Riley.”
They kissed again and parted their lips, allowing their tongues to meet. And thus, the two began their usual routine. Dawn could never put up much of a fight, but she was feisty and did try to wrestle around with him. She dug her short nails into his skin; he pushed her back more into the mirror hanging over the sink.
Dawn spread her legs before locking them behind his back, “Riley!” She gasped when she felt his hand traveling up her leg. “The bed. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice--Dawn could never be patient. After getting something from the cabinet, Riley held her to his body and exited the bathroom, continuing their forcefully passionate kiss. The bed was missed and he ended up twisting the couch slightly with his foot, stumbling onto it (Dawn managed to get on top).
The trainer didn’t waste any time taking off her dress--of course, Riley helped her in doing that. Her black socks were left on; the couple didn’t even bother with those--'sides, it just added to her allure. (Almost) fully exposed now, and eyes filled with desire, Dawn stared down lazily at him, waiting.
Riley didn’t waste a second, and handed her the condom packet he’d retrieved while he’d been in the bathroom.
“Think of me…” She began as she began pulling down his boxers (as well as her own underwear), “Only
In the end, she was grinning. Then again, Dawn was always
grinning when they finished. The side of her face was pressed against his chest, and the two were still reveling in their now fading pleasure.
As always, she had been the first to reach her peak. And, for the first time, she’d been grateful. She had been able to watch him, look at his lips carefully when he came…wondering if it’d moved once…twice…
One syllable, or two?
Dawn snickered and rolled her eyes as she caught a glimpse of the discarded Elite
magazine on the floor--opened up to the page of Steven Stone. “We’re such losers…”
There was a chuckle. “Losers in love with each other, and with crushes on Champions, eh?”
Dawn turned her head a little and planted a kiss on his chest. “Yeah, but one problem…I have a crush on a Champion. You have one on a roaming trainer, one who’s in love with rocks.”
Riley snickered, “Oh he seems to love much more than rocks…I’m sure.”
Dawn blinked, wondering whether that was a good thing or not. Fuc
k, she’d just deal with that later. “Who were you thinking about while we were just doing it just before?”
“You, Dawn. You…and only you.”
She smiled to herself--so maybe she’d won this little ‘competition for Riley’s heart’ (if one could really call it that). Then again, maybe she was just deluding herself. She sure as he
ll hoped not. “And, if you wanted to know…I was thinking of you too. Not Cynthia…just you.”
“I’m…glad.” And then he sneezed.
t…don’t tell me you’re sick now.”
“Uh…I believe so.”
Dawn shifted in the bed and rolled away (off the couch), not bothering to put on her clothes. “I’m sure we have some cold medicine in the fridge. You’re such a stupid idiot.”
Riley laughed, “Aww, I love you too, Dawn.”
“Yeah, you’d better.”