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Desiree finished putting leftovers away—she was still learning Ewan's methods, sure, but close the lids when the food cools down and put the containers in the refrigerator was a series of steps she could easily manage. It felt good to help. She was a little surprised how gratifying it was to have a partner. Did she miss her miniature horde of Salandit? Sure, sometimes. Yet here she was with a human, an equal, someone with whom she could enjoy company for its own sake. One person to focus on, with no group friction, weird dynamics, or constant threat of competition from the neighbors.

The food and conversation were great, too.

And the sex...

She wiped her hands clean and poked her head into the living area. Ewan was in a cushioned chair, hard at work studying for his latest certification—she could never remember the acronyms for half of them. Even though the perfume study was done, the lab still kept her on retainer and she had other work to keep her occupied and bring in spending money. Money she could put towards things like shared meals and other little dates. To most, they just seemed like a regular, platonic human-Pokémon pair having fun. And they were—in public.

In private, though... She sauntered over to the table and ran a hand over her lover's lukewarm leg. His hair provided a rather interesting contrast to skin nearly as smooth as hers. His hand settled on hers as if by reflex even though he barely spared more than a glance.

"Hey, Dez. Thanks for packing those up."

"Of course, it was my pleasure," she said. Or rather, she vocalized in Poké-speech: of course, it past-is pleasure mine. The translator spit out the proper words in the proper cadence. Despite the advances she'd been helping with—and being compensated for, with a little haggling at times—the cutting-edge collar and wrist-screen combo she wore was far less eloquent than she made it appear. She understood human speech just fine; it followed stricter rules than Poké-speech, and it was easy to sense meaning even if you didn't understand some of the words. Understanding and speaking were two very different things. Her mouth and tongue and throat just weren't built for the same sounds. Some Pokémon had overcome that, yet it came at a cost to their natural abilities. The time it had taken to adjust her natural speech to make the translation sound more natural was enough to make her feel her old fighting edge had slipped.

She hadn't talked to the researchers about it yet. Too many Pokémon were skeptical about communicating with humans as it stood; they didn't need actual ammunition in their arguments.

Ewan's fingers gently squeezed hers, and she drew herself out of her reverie. He was still focused on the screen. He had been for several hours, barely broken by dinner, and before long he'd need a break for the night. He'd take one if she pushed, she knew that. He'd also frown at the laptop for the next hour, wondering if he could have finished just one more test, one more section, or whatever he'd guilt himself about. A full distraction would free him from that. A cuddle, a movie, a walk. Sex. Sex was a fun activity, a very agreeable distraction.

Contrary to his occasional teasing, it wasn't all she thought about. She had plenty of wants and needs besides the carnal. Even though sex was a very fun activity.

A cuddle, however, sounded perfect.

"You look tense," she said, tracing the knuckles of his fingers. The digits were broader than hers, but the same length and less strength. They still could offer a respectable grip. "How much farther do you have on the—what was the word. Module?"

She knew the word was module, though the word was foreign to Poké-speech. Half the time, she did know the word. The little interjections let her slow down, and helped her roll with the translator's other shortcomings when they cropped up.

Ewan rolled his shoulders and stretched his other arm. "A few hours. I won't finish it tonight. I've been keeping up with the practice quizzes."

"That's good."

He looked down at her and smiled, hazel eyes reflecting the glow of the screen. "Part of me still feels bad that I'm stuck working while you're here."

"It's important," she replied, patting his leg. "And it's not like I'm being ignored. Besides, I did promise you a reward for working hard." Her fingers crept a little higher, and he drew in a breath.

"I think," he said after a moment, "I can guess the reward."

She grinned. "A long, close, heated... snuggle."

He blinked, and then laughed, actually looking away from the screen again to focus on her. "You knew exactly where I was thinking that would go, you saucy temptress."

"I won't discount it going that direction," she said, chuckling, "but I think you need a break from the screen."

"I will." He smiled. "After this next test."

"Well then, I'll just have to keep you company." She edged closer and, once he let go of her hand to click on something, rested her palm on his chest. The fabric of his shirt was cool, though the tepid warmth of his body and the 'toasty' heat of hers bled through and met in the middle. She could feel the strong thrum of his heart through the fabric. In fact...

"Don't mind me," she murmured, easily clambering up the chair to sit on his knees. Her tail wanted to curl around part of the chair for balance. She made it seek out Ewan's leg instead. Thus anchored, she wrapped her arms around his wide torso and rested her ear right on that heartbeat.

Tension from the sweet man waiting to help her faded and, after a minute of typing, his thick left arm circled her back and gently pressed with its weight alone.

Safe. Cared for. Sensations she hadn't felt in full since being a child; memories of her father wrapping her in a wing, the Charizard seeming twice as large as Ewan in her memories. There had been times in her lair, surrounded by all her Salandit, that she'd felt close to that level of comfort. And yet, there'd been a possessiveness there. They were supposed to keep her safe, to share their warmth.

This? This was just... she didn't know how to describe it.

Her daughter would probably laugh at her. Saana had always been precocious right out of the egg. Her two immediate brothers had hatched before her, not that one could tell from the way she took charge. She'd tried it with her older brother still in the nest. Dez had watched; the boy had been practicing as a fighter and the struggle didn't last long. Defeat had only driven her to be faster, more clever.

Come to think of it, she'd never won against him. A traveling trainer had, and she'd hugged her battered but proud warrior, exchanged a word with the nearly-as-bruised champion of the human, and watched the new team forge back down the path out of the wilds.

It hadn't been her first time seeing a human, but it had laid the seed. For the longest time she hadn't entertained the thought of leaving. Why would she suborn herself to a trainer? And yet, the idea had stuck with her. The odd sense of longing when the human walked away. A feeling she'd thought was just watching a child leave the nest... but it hadn't been that.

One day, watching the sunset, she'd realized it: there was a whole world out there. Salazzles tended not to travel once they were settled. When you had a good patch, why give it up? Even moving a group down the path made those with territories bristle; there were too many stories of 'I'm just passing through' being a pretext for moving into position for an attack. She knew how to barter, but not how to trade, so that wasn't an option. Joining one of the guilds didn't especially appeal, for the same reason she didn't want to serve under a trainer. She was just too independent.

Wanderlust was a term she hadn't heard until later. It fit perfectly. She didn't mind staying in one place for a while—like now, particularly with the heartbeat in her ear. Ewan warmed up nicely. Best of all, he'd been talking about going somewhere else in Alola in a year or two, or maybe to one of the other regions. Or traveling at the very least. Vacation was a new word, too.

She stroked his chest. A vacation sounded nice. She'd been to Kanto for the translator, sure. That had been fun. It had also been work, first. Going somewhere just to relax?

He shifted in his seat, murmured an apology as he tugged at his pants. After a few moments of pondering a growing pressure under her, she grinned to herself.

"We could move to the couch, if you want to be more comfortable," she murmured, sneakily tapping the button to turn off subvocalization. The translator would stay barely above her natural voice, now, which she'd noticed he liked when things got any form of intimate. He was getting better at understanding her when she turned the translator off entirely, too. Another reason she liked him.

And she didn't need his erection pressing against her to know the feeling was mutual.

It was quite flattering, though.

"I... a quiz and a test and I'll be done with this entire module." He kissed the top of her head.

She tried to remember the difference between quiz and test. Was one harder? No, quiz was shorter. Or was it test?

"How about," she said, drawing a finger along his collarbone, "you do the short one, and leave the last one for when you're more rested. If you can take it later?"

He took in a breath. "I can, but..."

She leaned back enough to rest her other hand on his shoulders and look him in the eye. "Ewan, you've been working almost all day."

"Sorry." His skin flushed. "I know, I shouldn't be ignoring you."

"I appreciate it, but that's not why I'm pushing you," she said, and laid a short kiss on his lips. "You need to take time to relax."

He let out a sigh, and the moment stretched between them before he finally nodded. "You're right. Okay, the quiz, and then I'll save it."

"Good man." She patted his chest and added, "You'll feel sharper in the morning."

His hand moved from her back to just over the base of her tail, and she had to resist the urge to arch into him. "If someone doesn't keep me up half the night... not that I'm complaining."

"Mm, if we do that two days in a row I'll have trouble walking tomorrow." Her grin widened as she felt him twitch under her. "Big boy..."

"Heh, was all this a plot just to seduce me?"

"Oh, you'd have no doubt if I was seducing you, Ewan," she purred. "I'd be fine with just cuddling. But I won't object if you take off your shirt. Or, if you want to put this somewhere."

He let out a soft huff as she rolled her hips against him—just once, slow enough to get him to twitch again. He distracted himself by pulling off his shirt—not that disrobing would lead to anything but intimacy. But, not yet. She relaxed and settled back against his chest. His skin usually felt cool, like he'd been outside in late autumn and needed to be warmed up—and oh, did he warm up ever so nicely. The handsome human's ribs rose and fell under her touch, his heartbeat strong and steady.

She hadn't been lying. She could rest here for a couple hours at least.

Though if he kept being aroused, he might end up with a wet spot on his shorts.

His arm left her back as he started typing something on the terminal behind her. He must have reached his test. Quiz. Whatever. Now that she was right up against him, the heat of their bodies built into a comfortable medium.

Moments stretched by, and he sighed in contentment. "You're so very warm."

Dez grinned and bent down just far enough to kiss his arm. He'd done his best to describe why he was always so effusive about you're so comfortable during our cuddles and so hot, so good when the cuddles became—or were preceded by—something rather more carnal. It was like soaking in a hot spring, he'd settled on, except better because it was her. Was she a foolish Pokémon, that that made her heart flutter?

He twitched again and grunted. A moment later, he squirmed.

"Need to readjust?" she murmured.

A pause. "Yeah."

She used her grip on his shoulders to raise herself and give him room. "Please, make yourself comfortable." Her head was angled enough that she could see him moving that bulge under his shorts. It took effort to not take a hold of it herself.

I'm not always horny, she insisted to herself. He's just a delicious man.

It didn't help that his cock was pressing right against her, now. Only that pesky bit of fabric in the way.

She contented herself with curling her tail a little firmer around his leg, and with letting her fingers roam his bare chest.

He squirmed more agreeably and chuckled when she gravitated to one of the strange nipples on his chest. "You love playing with those, don't you?" he said.

"Maybe." True, they were something of a fascination for her at times. He could get amusingly sensitive if she toyed with them the right way at the right time. Even now, they stiffened under her touch. "How is your quiz?"

"Almost finished," he breathed, his muscles flexing under his skin as her hand trailed lower. "Trying to get my pants off?"

She paused, shrugged. "I was just exploring. Unless you want me to?"

"I'm almost done with the quiz..."

"Why don't we move to the couch after this? I won't turn down more, but I wouldn't mind just cuddling."

"Okay." He stroked his hand down her back. "I still wonder how I got so lucky to find you."

"The feeling is mutual."

There was more she almost said, but she bit it back. Five weeks of dating was too short for the L-word, wasn't it? They still had to talk about what that meant for each of them. Maybe that talk was due.

Truth told, there were a couple talks either brewing or already started. Next steps. What the future looked like for each of them, individually. Eventually, together? Wants, needs, worries, deal-breakers...

The other day, he'd said, in jest, that she was out of his league. She'd been flattered, of course, but it had stuck with her. She didn't know how to put it in words that he was wrong. She didn't know enough, really, to judge how much he was putting himself down and how much he was raising her too high.

She took a deep breath, his scent close around her, and his heartbeat in her ear.

The good was still far better than the few spots of not-quite-friction. No, more than that: the everyday was better, and the best parts were growing more blissful than she'd imagined.

He must have finished his quiz, because his hands went under her thighs. Her arms went around his shoulders almost by reflex; Ewan was rather taken with her strength, arching and moaning so deliciously when she pinned his wrists to the bed. And she couldn't argue with the rush from taking control of her male. But, times like this, when he stood and lifted her in a smooth motion? Carried her to the couch? Mm, that was still new and exciting. He had his own strength and it reminded her how he was nearly twice her size, able to hold and... not control her, no. To turn the tables. That was it. Their relationship was one of equals.

Maybe it was what Mother had seen in Dez's sire.

They arrived and Ewan turned to sit. She slid a foot over the waistband of his shorts, and, chuckling, he slipped a hand to undo the button and zipper. Down they went; he awkwardly bent to try and move them, and she put a foot on the floor so he could put them on the cushion. Shorts were easier to clean than the couch.

When he sat, she arched into him, the two now equally nude. She was pretty sure he'd be inside her in a matter of minutes. She shivered in anticipation of him: long and smooth, thicker than any Salandit, and best of all, attached to a most wonderful male. Once or twice she'd caught herself wishing that the mess he'd make inside her would give her an egg; mostly, she put that up to instinct. It was too early for the L-word.

Even if she was starting to think it.

She'd be riding him soon enough. For the moment, she gazed into his eyes, then pressed a kiss to his lips. One that he eagerly returned.

Yes. Life was good.