No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

19 - The Calm

This will be a little different, but fun chapter :D Something to remember: I do everything for a reason ;) Or I try to. You feel me. 

P.S. The song should be played probably at the end. 

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The days in their little haven in the Wild Area passed both excruciatingly quick, and yet tantalizingly slow. While days were filled with training both their Pokémon and their bodies, at night time grew still as those same bodies met, lighting the fiery passion that had burned the first night together over and over. Each time was perfect bliss, words exchanged only in pants and moans and the touch of fingertips on skin. It left them breathless, satisfied, and eager for the morning to come where some new adventure awaited them in their sanctuary. Samantha could barely recall a time she had been so unshakably happy. No horrors could reach here there in the green, flowing plains; the sunlight shining down warmly upon them all while the cool breeze made it perfect. None of her doubt could breach those moments with Raihan in the tent, his attention and machinations making every thought one of pleasure and joy.

Even during training, he made it a delight. Watching him spar with Lucario alone was fun, his pouting and quips at losing against her Pokémon never failed to make her laugh, although she was proud to say that by the end of the third day he was doing rather well. Of course, he did much better against her, but he had a lot more strength in general—and longer reach. Still, she gave him a good run for his money. At least, until he would pin her and turn it into a teasing ordeal that lasted until she called Arcanine for help. He would be promptly pulled off her, and she'd have her own go at Lucario. She did better than her lover, of course, or at least until he would start making cheeky comments that made her falter. He'd promptly make it up with sweet words, and then "showing her off" by doing live streams of her matches. The comments were over all positive, which only helped make her smile that much brighter—especially when Gym Leaders would give their praise, too.

When they weren't training and romping about in the tent, though, they found their fun in exploring the vast, but relatively small area—compared to the Wild Area, anyways. Even so, there was much to be found in the surrounding trees, and Pokémon were always prowling throughout. A variety of strong opponents could be found, from large dragons and rock-types to small bugs or fish in the rivers. It was all a challenge, and they took their time enjoying it together, relaxing in the sunshine, or even swimming in the river or small pond—which, of course, would usually promptly become something quite lewd, but she never really minded. After all, the point of it all was to be happy and become stronger. Spending it with another person—one she trusted intimately and deeply and knew she could be safe and never worry around—just made it that much better.

Samantha could never understand how she got so lucky meeting Raihan, but she would be forever grateful for the path fate put her on to be here, lounging in the grass beside their Pokémon and tents. It might have been a cruel one, breaking her down to a small shell of herself and taking many loved ones from her, but she'd gotten Darcy back and now she'd made new, real friends. It might have only been months, but she knew Leon and Nessa were good, honest people, and wouldn't betray her or turn their backs. Rather, they had hers, and would support her. They were true friends, and she could hardly believe she was able to call them that. It didn't feel real sometimes, but it was, and it almost made her want to cry at the notion. To think she'd once believed she could never have such a thing, and now she had two.

Three, truthfully, but Raihan was different. She couldn't say why—or rather, she didn't dare say why, but there was a certain distance Leon and Nessa couldn't cross, but he had. She supposed it was the intimacy; the carnal pleasures she and the Gym Leader shared that invoked a certain knowledge of one another she couldn't share with the others. Like about her past. She'd given some to her friends, but not like Raihan. She'd not told anyone her story like that except him. It seemed so strange, looking back at it now, but she held no regrets and she was relieved. Raihan had accepted all of it—all of her, and even opened himself as well. She couldn't stop the swell of joy and pride at being trusted with his past; with the story of his mother and the own hard path he'd walked. Like herself, she was glad he went on it. Otherwise, she wasn't sure if she'd ever meet him.