Before I said "I do" - Giovanni x Reader Story

03: Basic Midnight Chatter

A/N: Hey guys! So, I decided to post the next chapter since, meh, I already reviewed it and didn't mind posting the next chapter. I did move around the 'character description' chapter since I feel like it fits better between chapter 2-3 and not chapter 1-2.

I may have some smut in this story, but I also have some fluffiness. This is just written for fun, and I don't know how far I'll go with the story, but we'll see! Little mini stories in the entire grand scheme of this story. That's kind of how I'm trying to write this story, in case I lose interest and decide to stop writing it. Then I can at least end it at a point that seems like it can end, and then move on to other fanfics I may want to start/finish. I just write for me these days, so it takes a while for me to decide to post any of my work. I figured this one was good enough to be posted, not that I'm lookin' for metals or anything like that. Just that I like how I've been writing the story, so far.

This is just a chapter of lovey dovey stuff between Giovanni and Sylvia. I'll have the smut coming up in the next chapter, if you're interested ^^. ENJOY!!!

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You found yourself yawning as you slowly rolled out of bed, a bit distressed that you had to leave the nice warm sheets behind you, but the growl in your stomach was enough to stir you into a state of decently alertness. You would rather cuddle back into the sheets, curling up against the man you've grown to care about and love, but let's be real. You haven't eaten in ages, either, and the long day of traversing the pokemon world left you drained and a bit queasy. It didn't help that he gave you two long island iced teas, probably hoping to have a bit of fun with ya'. But all that did was knock you out like a tranquilized donphan.

Ah well!

Your head turned to look out the window and notice that it was now dark before you slipped away from the bed, stretching your arms, before slipping on a white robe left on a rather random, but fancy enough looking chair. You rolled your eyes to find the bright red 'R' insignia on the breast pocket, but you disregarded it as soon as you noticed it. You turned around to find your fiancée sleeping on his side of the large king sized bed, his hands seemingly reaching out where your body used to be on the bed, and you smirked as you looked down, slipping on some fuzzy complimentary slippers, before making your way out of the bedroom.

You honestly weren't surprised to find the lights on, at the far end of the vast hallway, though you narrowed your eyes as you cautiously made your way down the stairs, towards the kitchen, where obvious chatter was happening. For a moment you eavesdropped... but your own hunger stirred you to ignore that sort of idea immediately as you stepped into the lit kitchen, the only lit part of the villa, where three women were currently sitting at the island counter, chatting about something before quickly closing their mouths the moment they saw you.

You could tell the younger ones, two female Rocket agents, obviously Rocket agents by the outfits they casually wore, were in utter shock at seeing you, or perhaps embarrassed due to the bright redness that quickly engrossed their cheeks at the sight of you. Well, you don't blame them. You're currently wearing a simple tank top and very short booty shorts, but it was so dang hot out so why the fuck not! At least you're not in a baggy tee shirt and no underwear on! But, you also had a robe on, loosely tightened around your waist, while your hair was untamed like you've obviously slept on it and got right out of bed.

But, you weren't surprised to see the third woman, probably their senior at this point, smirking at your disheveled nature while you gave all three of them looks with a slightly raised eyebrow, before yawning into your hand and walking towards the refrigerator. "Don't mind me. I'm gettin' a midnight snack."

"Having fun, Silver darlin'~?" the decently tall and properly endowed redhead asked you with a knowing smirk, and you merely gave her a bored look over your shoulder before rummaging through the refrigerator, looking for something quick to eat.