Ch. 63
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I found myself awake late that night. Let the girls sleep, slipped out of the room to head up on deck. A little walk about. Some fresh air to do me some good. I'd expected it would have been a quieter night, but it seemed half the ship was still awake and partying. Still partying, and apparently, most of them were well into their drinks for the night. So my walk about turned into a bit of wallflowering, sitting at the edge of the main pool, letting my feet down into the water. Somehow, that was as much of me as I felt safe to risk on the cleanliness of that pool at the time. Even then, I knew I'd need a serious shower, just to be on the safe side.
I'd lingered there, alone with my thoughts for a bit. Enjoying the ambiance, and watching the women dance and mingle as close to undressed as one could get away with. My eyes wandered, from people to pokemon, just enjoyed seeing who and what was about. It was deviant, I knew. To enjoy so much of what I was seeing so thoroughly. A guilty pleasure, but a pleasure all the same, when suddenly I found myself with a pair of hands over my eyes, and the warm softness of a woman's presence against my back.
"Guess who!" She slurred, with one hand already sliding down my chest beneath my shirt. As if that weren't awkward enough, a frustrated looking weavile was glaring at us. More at her than me, I assumed. But definitely at both of us. My hands moved to try and disentangle myself, a moment of panic at the sudden intrusion on my thoughts and private indulgences.
"Uh... not your boyfriend?" It was said in an inquiring tone, but it was meant as a statement as I attempted to disentangle myself from her. The scent of alcohol and perfume was more than merely strong on her, the sudden closeness setting me on edge. It was a difficult thing to slip away enough without dumping her on her ass, or in the pool, but I managed to not create a bigger scene than she was.
She seemed taken aback by it, but sank to her knees next to me in a fit of giggles. "You're right, but that's okay. He's not here to find out, is he?" She asked, crawling toward me, one hand reaching up to tug at her bikini top, already too small to adequately cover, making a point of flashing me as she approached. "You want it, I want it, let's go. C'mon!" She insisted, over the growl of her weavile, who threw up her hands in a resigned huff, and tapped an impatient foot.
"Ugh, Fucking Arceus, you skank. He wasn't even looking at you! He's still trying not to, bitch!" the weavile complained aloud to deaf ears. I could see her bristle, the want to lash out welling up before she huffed again and tried to just look away. A giggle from the woman drawing the weavile's attention back with a frustrated growl. She turned her attention toward me, and then sharply and pointedly away. Clearly not the first time she'd been in this mess.
"Let's get you back to your room." I said at last, with a shrug. "Both of you." I added firmly, turning my gaze to the weavile, who seemed to understand at least that what she felt wasn't being ignored. It wasn't how I'd planned to spend my night, but the woman didn't seem to understand that, clinging to my arm, all but grinding herself against my hand as she swayed unsteadily beside me. A moan that I could only imagine she wanted to sound sexy doing just the opposite of that. Coupled with enough liquor to fuel the engines wafting on the breeze, I had no doubt she was going to be absolutely miserable tomorrow.
She seemed to forget I was there, largely. I might as well have been a toy for all she cared I was a person. In her current state she was consumed by whatever was on her mind, and continued to drag my hand around her bare skin as we passed people in the halls. I didn't bother to apologize for the scene she was making. Just kept a stone gaze toward the signs directing me to the room on her key card. The weavile trailed behind us, and glowered at me as I opened the door, and ushered them in.
"You just lay back right here." I said, fluffing the pillow atop her bed. The blankets had been kicked about a bit, and her clothes were strewn everywhere. "I'm going to go get you some water, and borrow your shower, okay? I'll be right back out." I assured her as she tried, and failed to sit back up as if to pursue me. A second attempt didn't gain much more traction, so she grabbed my hand, and tugged it firmly to the full curve of her breast, still completely free of her bikini top.
"And then you're gonna fuck me, right? I need it bad, baby. I could feel those hard muscles all the way home. I don't care what he thinks, I just need you tonight." She murmured, struggling with the knots on her bottoms. "I need... I need everything he's not giving me."
"Sure, I'll take good care of you." I said over my shoulder, beckoning silently to the weavile as I ducked into the kitchinette to fill a cup with water for her.
Over the sound of running water, I ducked down and whispered to her pokemon. "If I duck out, you think she'll sleep it off?" I asked, hooking a thumb toward the bedroom. "Can you keep an eye on her? Or is it a problem?"
The weavile for the first time since we met, seemed to smile. "You mean you're not? Not here to fuck her? She did everything short of push you down to take it." She asked, in shock.
"I have standards. She's the least eligible woman in this room. By far." I said with a shrug. "Not even if she was sober, at this point. I don't want any part of that, and she's in no state to suggest she does. This has already gone way, way too far." I replied, before crossing the room to her again as she started complaining about having to wait, again struggling to pull herself back out of bed, landing back on her ass and falling over in a graceless heap. "Here, drink this." I said, handing the woman the cup. She drained it in one gulp, and then stared at it, as if unsure of why she was holding it. A long moment before she handed it back, visibly confused.
"I couldn't taste the alcohol. What was that?" She asked, falling back on the bed. Her bare breasts bouncing with the motion. She'd only managed to tug her bikini bottom halfway down one leg, and seemed to have given up, in favor of trying to tug me atop her, her hands pulling mine to cup her breasts. "Fuck - Fuck it. Fuck me. Don't make me wait, you know you want this."
"Shower first." I said, again having to tug myself away from her, a hand at her shoulder pinning her there until she relented. "A few minutes, keep yourself warmed up for me." I teased, as I turned away, and beckoned the weavile into the side room, slipping the door shut behind us and turning on the water, again drowning out the sound of my voice from her hearing. "Fucking hell. This is an absolute nightmare. I should've stayed in my room."
"I hate her." The weavile said, sighing into her hand, claws splayed wide to encompass her face. "I fucking hate her. I hate her drinking. I hate her fucking around. I hate her bullshit party girl act. I hate everything about her. You know. I know her boyfriend. He deserves better. He's nothing but nice to her, to me, even. She's a bitch. She deserves what she gets. "
It was a strange thing to hear from a pokemon, but I couldn't have agreed less. "Nobody deserves that." I said with a sigh. "Don't know how it is for weaviles, but humans tend to regret shit like that for the rest of their lives. I get you're pissed, though. That much is totally fair. But I'm not here for that. The opposite. I'm just trying to get out and make sure her door's locked behind me, understand? I don't want her to regret tonight forever."
"Yeah? If she regrets it so much you'd think she'd stop doing it." She more growled than said. A clench of her fist and a glance around the room as if looking for something to hit, and a heavy sigh when she realized there wasn't anything. "Trust me, you're not the first, and you won't be the last."
"Then maybe I'll just be the first to not hurt her like that." I replied, reaching out to take the weavile's hands in mine. "I can't change her, I can't change them. And I doubt this will change your mind about humans as a whole. But I'm not here to hurt her. I'm here to keep her from being hurt." I said, giving her digits a squeeze, before letting go, patting the top of her head. A gesture she bristled at, but sighed in resignation for after.
"She doesn't deserve your sympathy." She sulked, glaring toward the door. "But thank you. C'mon, let's go see if we can ... fuck, I don't know. I don't even know. You know what she wants, what she's going to try for." She paused, and looked up at me. "I want you to know... I won't blame you. Whatever happens. Okay?"
"Worst case she goes back out looking for someone else. I already told you I'm not going to touch her. I just don't know what else to do to get her to stay here for the night." I admitted, and sighed, shutting off the shower. "I really don't know what to do that gets me out of here so she can sober up."
"Besides fucking her? Well... what if it wasn't you doing it?" the weavile asked, turning her gaze up to me. "We could get her toys. Would that be better for you?" She seemed to glower at that, not at me, but at the idea of having to deal with it at all. I empathized. I didn't want to be there any more than she did. "I know where she keeps them. I can crawl under the bed and get them to you. She won't know the difference. Not like this, at least.
"Still a lot more personal than I want it to be." I admitted. "But maybe if I just... get her started and sneak out while she's distracted? I shouldn't even be here, anyway. I just wanted to sit by the pool, for fuck's sake!" I said with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I know that's not helping you any, is it?" I growled, and leaned my head against the door. "Yeah. Fuck it. If you think that's the answer, I just want to go, already."
"You are the weirdest fucking human, I swear." the weavile said, with a fang-filled grin. "But I think I like that. Not a lot I've met with real principles. It's hot. Look, yeah, I'm not promising she stays put but it's probably the best chance. We'll both sneak out. As long as she's getting something, she'll probably just pass out after she cums and wets the bed. Again. What do you say? Want to take a walk with me? I could use the company after tonight."
"Best offer I've heard all night." I replied with a nod, as we slipped back out the door to the main room.
It was to our relief that we found her already passed out. One hand between her thighs, the other dangling off the side of the bed. Resisting the urge to pull a blanket over her for fear of waking her, I simply turned to the door. The weavile opened it in almost perfect silence, and we made our escape.
"Sybil." She introduced herself after we were half a corridor away. "And ... fucking thank you. Arceus, I cannot deal with that bitch. Why do you humans do that to yourselves? Not like you'd know, would you? You're the only one up who doesn't smell like shit. No. Look at you. You take way better care of yourself than the rest of these assholes. So what are you even doing in a place like this?" Free of the room, of the woman, I could almost feel the anxiety catching up to her. So I let her bombard me with the questions, until she found a place to pause. Something other than her trainer to talk about.
"We all needed a break. We couldn't agree on what a break should look like." It wasn't a lie, not really. Both of those things were true. "So we're headed to the islands, figure we'll spend a couple seasons just roaming around, see what there is to be seen. Probably hit the local trainer circuit, and definitely go try all the local food. Mira and Cocoa -ah. Sylveon and miltank, would be pissed if we skipped lunch. So yeah, fun in the sun and food on the run."
"As good an excuse as any." Sybil agreed with the sentiment of it, as we made our way to a quieter corner, away from the main deck, the pools, and the noisy party. She leaned against the railing, her head only just above the plexiglass safety wall. In the night, the light from the ship faded off quickly into perfect pitch blackness. "Thanks. For coming with me, I mean. For not... well. For a lot, you know?"
I'd sat down beside her, comfortable enough with the metal behind me to lean on it. Appreciating a moment relatively alone. We both were, I knew. "Nah. It's really nothing to thank me over. Sorry it's been rough for you. She's... shit, I don't know. I don't know how people end up like that. I'd have felt like an absolute prick if anything had happened to her, tonight. Not just if we'd done anything, I wouldn't have felt any better to look away and let it happen to her, either. Would've been wrong to pretend I didn't know."
"Yeah. Well. Maybe not tonight, but what about tomorrow, the next? She's gonna keep right on going." Sybil said with an angry sigh, and a scratch of her claws against the clear barrier, scarring it in the dark. "Stupid. It's just stupid. She's stupid. I'm sorry. Let's talk about anything else. Fuck, I hate her!"
"Sure." I was glad to change topics. "If you were here, by yourself. Not for her, not with her, just for you, what would you want to do?" I asked, as Sybil plopped down net to me at last. Her eyes turned toward the mid deck, toward the ongoing party and occasional loud call over the speakers.
"I don't know." Sybil admitted after a moment, hugging her knees to her chest. "I don't get to think about things like that much. Maybe just watch the fights from the stands, a little eye candy and some excitement. Nothing wrong with that, right? Not the way she is. Just... to watch and enjoy and maybe dream a bit."
"I'm no saint, I was sitting by the pool to enjoy the view, myself." I admitted with a shrug. "I'm not going to judge you. I'm not even judging her, you know? Not really." I added, with a nod. "So why not go watch the matches tomorrow? I'll be up there with my girls. You could cheer for us."
"What, think I'll be watching you for eye candy?" Sybil asked, bumping my arm with the back of her hand. "Well. I mean, look at me." I quipped, flexing an arm and blowing a kiss at my reflection from between us. The laugh it got out of her was worth how ridiculous I felt. Sybil sighed, and shook her head. "Fine. I'll be there. What time?" She asked, as she leaned in against me.
"A little after two, second court. I know it's rough but," I paused at that. Rough. That was one word for it. I felt awful for Sybil, felt worse for her trainer... friend? Companion. There was probably a lot more underneath the surface than I guessed at, and I wasn't about to go digging. "You know I'm glad we met, at least. Maybe it helps, just getting some air, a little space. Someone else to talk to for a change."
"Yeah. You're still a weird fucking human." Sybil said, with a shrug. "But you know, honestly I'm totally into that. Yeah, I'll go watch you tomorrow, if you want." The weavile flashed me a grin, one arm wrapping around mine. "But there's something I want, first. If you know what I mean."
"Okay, now I know you're fucking with me, Sybil." I replied with a playful grin. "Didn't we just get done escaping from a bedroom?" I asked, as she moved to seat herself in my lap. If she was, she was really into the act, one hand sliding under my shirt, teasing at my chest, a pinprick of a scratch from the tips of her claws. "I doubt your-" I hesitated on what to call the woman, again. "She'd be pissed if I did anything to you, don't you think?"
"Yeah? Well it's none of her business. Same as who she's fuckin' is none of mine, right? She's told me that often enough." Sybil reasoned, leaning in a little closer. "Besides, you were flirting. I'm not stupid, and like I said, I'm totally into it. C'mon, I know a nice quiet spot, and I'll take as much of you as you can stuff in me. You don't have to be gentle or anything, show me what that skank doesn't get to have. Let me have my win tonight, and I'll cheer for yours tomorrow. No regrets, I promise."
"You already won tonight." I replied, although I didn't pull her away from me. One hand drifting up her leg in the shadow. "And yeah, I'm not saying I'm not interested, but after the night we had? You sure this is how you want to end it?" I asked, as she growled, sighed and laid her head on my chest. "Come watch us tomorrow, meet the girls, you know? You don't have to be a secret from them. You can have that win too. Hell, you might even like them." I coaxed, as she laid still atop me. "If you really want, tomorrow after the matches, we'll go back to my room, and I'll take my time, Sybil. Give you so much more than what you'd steal away tonight."
She tugged at my hand, and honestly maybe I should have pulled away, or resisted, but my heart wasn't in it. Sybil was cute, in a feisty sort of way, led my hand at her leg to her ass before kissing me, long and deep and absolutely shameless. "Yeah, yeah. You win, okay? Nobody's getting fucked tonight. But... you mean it, right? Tomorrow, if I wake up and all I want is the weird human I met last night, you can't leave me hanging, alright?"
"It's a date, if that's what you really want. For tonight, how about we stay up a little late and find you somewhere comfortable to kick back and catch a little sleep that doesn't smell like awful perfume and worse drinks." I encouraged, finally getting us upright and moving again. Hand in hand, we strolled across the dimly lit deck, to the upper levels, away from the partying, the noise, the flashing lights. It was pretty from up there. From a distance, pretty, lively, but not overwhelming. She didn't argue about being set up in a beach chair, an errant towel thrown over her like a blanket. Her hand lingered in mine for a while, before she yawned, and sighed. "Yeah... Yeah I know. All good things, right? Go on. Don't keep those girls waiting, they deserve better and you know it."
Sybil did not have to tell me that twice, although I stayed long enough to pat her head. She didn't bristle about it this time, just sighed, and leaned into the affection, before turning over to sleep. Part of me wondered if I should have invited her back, as I made my way to the room. But it was all complicated enough. Too complicated. Fuck's sake, I hoped the party girl didn't remember my face the next day. That would have been about the worst.
Claire stirred as I entered the room, her brush of thought against mine tinged with a moment of a wince from her, as she caught on to my headache. Our moment together turned from a pained query to something bordering laughter, the bright tone of her thoughts clear as a bell and oddly soothing. "Making friends, I see. Welcome home. Come to bed, love. As soon as you're ready. We have a lot to do tomorrow, don't we?"
Yeah. No kidding.