Their first time is clumsy and fumbling as both learn the art of playing their partner’s body like a delicate instrument, but it is still enough for Jessie to secretly acknowledge that she’s found her other half as he pants for breath and brings her more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed of.
The Metagross roars loudly and prepares to finish the pair of them off Jessie’s final words to him in this life resound in his head and remind James that she’ll always be there for him, even in death. There is something alluring about the way they constantly spar and lock heads with each other, the way that their words of frustration quickly transform into wet cries of lust, the way she presses him against the ground and makes him forget why he was angry in the first place. She’d been christened Jessica but Jessie is what everyone calls her…unless James wants something from her, and with the way that her given name rolls deliciously from his lips coupled with the hand that strokes her thigh, she finds that she cannot help but succumb to him every time. He usually has his hair falling down around his face, but for today’s disguise he has decided to tie it back loosely now they are squatted down planning their latest assault and he is speaking, but all she can concentrate on are his cute little ears now showcased for the world like dainty pieces of art. They have to spend the first night after their initiation as full-fledged Team Rocket members apart, but instead of shrugging it off and standing alone as she has done in the past, Jessie spends the evening with the telephone jammed to her ear, listening to his voice, allowing it to qualm away any doubts she has left like a salve against a weeping wound.
They stand there as the rain pounds down around them he reaches tentatively through the space between them and grasps her wrist and, as she squeezes his fingers reassuringly, the rain washes away the last of his fears.Ĭhocolate is one of his biggest weaknesses and he has a secret stash of the stuff, but when he finds her kneeling in the midst of it with wrappers littered on the floor and the delicious concoction smearing her mouth, he finds that he just can’t be mad at her.Įveryone always claims that happiness is a feeling, a feeling as elusive and rare as a Mew, but Jessie knows that her happiness is much more concrete than that, with lavender hair and a smile to light up the world. He’s never tasted a chip until she picks some up on one of their missions now they sit beneath the stars sharing the open bag, and James finds that the riches of cold, hard money are nothing compared to the riches of life that he shares with her. When he looks at her like this, with his eyes shining with that soft, trusting glow, she is reminded of all the times she’s yelled at him, smacked him, put him down, and that makes everything that much harder to bear.Įvery day they suffer at the hands of the twerp and his Pokémon, but the pain his body regularly endures is nothing compared to the pain in his heart as he watches her twirl away from the beach and out of his life. He’s not prepared for the brushing of her lips against his cheek as she accepts his consolidations on her Contest loss all she knows is the sincerity in his eyes as he returns the gesture. Jessie has always claimed that she is strong, that she doesn’t need anyone’s comfort in times when she’s down but now, with her head pressed firmly against James’ chest, her lavender haired friend thinks that perhaps she hasn’t been honest with herself all these years.
Title: To Protect the World from Devastation