The Future and The Past (Pokemon Sword, Hop x FemMC/OC)

Chapter 2

Italics are out of story comments, dreams, memories, and some character thoughts.

Trigger warnings: Suicide, depression, and some mature references.

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Standing up from the floor after giving himself a few moments to collect his thoughts, Hop brushed off his clothes and ran his fingers through his messy dark hair. He had to get home.

Rushing through the room he was staying in, grabbing everything he could in a whirlwind. It would take forever to get back to Wyndon, but He didn't have forever.

Once he packed all of his things up, he sent a message to Leon that He was on his way, and he would be there in a few hours. Curling up in his seat on the train, he closed his eyes to get a little rest, but the rest would not come.

Instead, his mind was filled with memories of his younger self and the things he had experienced with her. The rivalry, the battles, taking down Rose and the sword and shield weirdos, and especially ... the love. The way she could draw out his soul just by a single touch or a gentle kiss. Each time making him feel like a lion was roaring in his chest. He had sought her out several times after that night in the Weald, but another night stood out in his mind the most.

"Hey, Aurelie! What are you doing down my way?" Hop called out to her, coming down the steps of the Lab.

She was standing there, soaked from the midnight rain, her long white hair a mess of curling tangles. She smiled up at him with her soft green eyes and laughed.

"I got caught in the rain and didn't have time to make it home this late at night, I hope you don't mind,".

Mind? Of course he didn't mind. It had been about three years since she had become Champion, and he was starting to see her less and less. He didn't care that it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Placing down the book that was in his hands, he wrapped her in a hug, his head now resting softy on top of hers. He had grown quite a bit since their gym challenge days.

"Be careful, I'm soaked," she smiled.

"You know, I don't mind at all,' he murred softly, picking her up into his arms bridal style.

He couldn't describe the feeling that was pumping through his veins or through his heart and head at the moment, only that he had only felt this way once before. And he wanted to hear her soft gasps, hear his name from her lips the same way.

Placing her down on the couch in front of the fireplace, he helped her get out of her wet jacket and shoes. Her shirt was still relatively dry, but she kicked off her soaked pants and curled up on the couch in her t-shirt and underwear. Only after Hop took off his lab coat and sat next to her, did He notice that she was wearing HIS challenger shirt and not hers. The number on it was 189, not 005.

Another deep roar in his chest.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages..." he murmured in to her hair, pulling her next to him.

She laughed softly and curled into his chest, looking up at him, "I missed you, Hop."

He couldn't contain himself and he bent down to kiss her, which she happily obliged to. His hands traveled all over her body as he pushed her down to the couch. There was a primal urge within him, a flashback to the wilderness at 16, and not even the unorthodox place in which they lay would stop him. His shirt came off next as he traced kisses over her face and shoulder.