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It Was Always You | Ch. 3*

(Piers x OC Maxine)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: "Max was growing impatient. She could barely even try to get a word in, too needy to handle herself. She wanted to tell him he felt amazing – better than she ever could’ve expected.

All she could manage was to try and heed his words. To be his good girl."

Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long to get this out! ;;w;; My health's been abysmal and writing has been tough.

This one's shorter than I would've liked it to be, but I hope it was worth the wait!

Enjoy and take care x

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It was shortly after Piers ate Max out that they decided to just go for it. There was a little stalling and more kissing (not that it was a bad thing), with both of them eager and antsy, but more nervous than they’d expected to be after so many years of mutual pining.

Max’s top and socks were gone at last, leaving her bare, and Piers finally began stripping. Max made timid offers as he worked his way out of his clothes to jerk him off, to suck him off, to do something in exchange for what he’d just done for her. She wanted to so badly, god, his cock was pretty to her. It was a decent length, and neither too wide nor too thin, with a pinkish gradient running between the tip and his base.

Piers denied her offer, telling her she could do it another time. That he would rather wait. That he needed to be inside her now.

But first, he teased her for trying to be so transactional.

He gruffly breathed against her lips between kisses, “Letting me taste that delicious pussy of yours while you came was a reward itself.”

As he said this, he ground against her and sighed, his own breath shaky as the underside of his dick slotted itself directly against Max’s folds. And if the feeling of his shaft pressing against her hadn’t made her moan, Piers’ words definitely would have.

What followed was some nervous laughter. “Oh my god,” Max squeaked into Piers’ mouth.

He laughed as he swallowed her words, before parting slightly to respond, “What, s’that too much?”

“Well, no, but…” Max finished her sentence by giggling some more, pressing her forehead to his, and shrugging.

Piers removed his palm from the cushion below them, tilting Max’s chin up before kissing her again. “Good,” another kiss, “it’s fun getting to finally say shit like this to you,” another, “your reactions are more adorable than I’d ever imagined.”

Max moved her hands from Piers’ shoulders to his cheeks. Completely flustered, she asked quietly, “You’ve imagined this?”

“‘Course I have,” he answered like it was obvious. Max felt Piers’ hips shift between her thighs. “Haven’t you?”

With the angle Piers has now placed himself, his tip was threatening to glide right into Max. There was no friction stopping him — only Piers’ determination to make this last. To draw as much as he could out of Max, to see if she would beg him to fuck her before he gave in himself. Arceus, it was a treat, hearing her beg for him twice now. He wanted to see if he could wring some more pleas from her.

Max whimpered. She wasn’t expecting him to just… be there. All it would take is a nudge of his hips or a wiggle of her own to sheath him into her. It took every fiber of her being not to, but she persevered. Wanted to build anticipation and see what else Piers would do first.

She nodded, answering his question.

“Yeah?”

Max gave up her plans immediately. Something about the way he said that one simple word…

She wiggled a bit.

Piers removed his hand from her cheek and held her down by the hip. Max tried moving again anyway and Piers smirked as he tightened his grip. Not so hard that it hurt badly, but hard enough that it might leave bruises.

Max was so into it. She swallowed back a moan, exhaled, and finally nodded. Looked at the space between Piers and herself next and felt Butterfrees let loose in her stomach.

His lithe torso was just barely hovering over Max’s similarly sized yet much softer one. Something about the contrast looked interesting. She couldn’t tell if it was in a good or a bad way, but it made her feel something at least.

Piers’ cock was perfectly lined up and ready to go; and to Max, it felt surreal to see him naked at all, let alone like this.

He cut Max away from her thoughts. “How often?”

“Hm?”

“How often have you imagined this, Max?” he purred.

Her face burned at the question.

“How many times have you thought about being fucked by me?”

Piers readjusted himself, letting Max’s hip free so as to rub his head along her slit. He sighed, a small hum escaping him, and smiled wider when Max’s nervous awe transitioned into pleasure. He dipped his face down in succession, but didn’t let their mouths touch.

Not expecting his shy (and probably a bit overstimulated, physically and mentally) companion to answer, he continued a short moment later. “How many times have you fucked yourself while thinking about me,” he inhaled with an open mouth as he pressed the sensitive underside of his dick against her harder, then went on, “while wishing it was me?” Piers felt a cool breeze on his lips, Max near-silently gasping.

The answer was a resounding plenty, but she didn’t say that. She couldn’t form the words to. She could only briefly reminisce on all the times she’d pretended that a sex toy was his cock, or that her fingers were his.

Bringing his tip back down to Max’s opening, Piers gave her a brief kiss before he murmured against her, “‘Cause I’ve been doing it for years.” He shifted around a little, letting his head just barely dip inside her before taking it out.

Max whimpered. It was one of the loudest noises she’d made so far.

Piers felt proud of her.

Repeated the action, biting down on his lip to silence himself as he basked in how Max’s mouth widened and how her eyelashes fluttered. Piers usually didn’t care if he moaned during sex — he didn’t see it as emasculating, or whatever the fuck other men tended to think — but he did his best to mute himself this time, wanting to experience Max to the fullest degree.

Max, while this was going on, was absolutely brainless. She couldn’t believe the shit Piers had been saying, or how hot he sounded while doing it, or how sexy his heady breaths were, or how fucking good just that small centimeter of insertion felt.

This was all like something out of a fanfic — she couldn’t wrap her head around people like this actually existing. That she could feel so much lust while feeling so lusted after. It felt unreal.

Just like he had done earlier, Piers let his weight fall onto his forearm as he shifted the hand that had been grounding himself to Max’s face. “Oi,” Gave her a little pull to meet his eyes. “Eyes on me, yeah?”

Piers knew eye contact was hard for Max. And he wouldn’t put it against her if it got to be too much, but her eyes were huge and bright and expressive and so goddamn pretty to him. He couldn’t help but be hopeful.

Her eyes widened at the command, but as she relaxed her lids, she nodded, her brows furrowing slightly. A nonvocal way to tell either herself or Piers that she’d do her best. Maybe both? Either way, he got the message.

“Atta girl,” he teased her.

Didn’t expect her to quietly squeak and avert her eyes. He felt her stim behind him, anxiously swirling the short baby hairs near his nape between her fingers.

Was she into being praised?

“Oh?” he grinned wickedly. His already baritone voice dropped a pitch too.

Max winced. Knew she’d been caught. She then tried her best to resume eye contact, but her eyes kept flickering away.

Piers decided to soften up on her a little. Rubbing her cheek, he whispered, “Hey.” A few heartbeats later, Max’s eyes were back on his. “There’s my good girl,” he sweetly praised her, his voice just as gentle as before. Max’s eyes widened and her eyebrows twitched, and she took in a shallow breath through her nose.

Cute, Piers thought.

He parted her shaggy bangs — which were a little limp with sweat — down the middle of her forehead to leave a kiss between them. Max leaned into his touch, resting her cheek further into his hand. When he pulled his lips off her skin, he rested his brow to hers.

Max clearly enjoyed how intense Piers had been, but he could tell that she equally wanted something sweet from him. He decided at that moment to save his plans to make her beg for another time. He wasn’t above continuing to tease, but he didn’t want to lay it on too thick either.

His cock was still lined up with her cunt. Through his lashes, he locked onto her deep blue irises before slowly inching his way inside her.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed, shutting his eyes.

In the meantime, Max’s mouth gaped, her chest heaved, her head tilted back just a little, and a soft mewl came from her throat. The noise carried on slightly as Piers kept going; he took his time fully inserting himself, wanting to give both himself and Max some time to adjust. Wanting to savor this moment.

When Piers opened his eyes, he noticed Max watching the scene between them. If she’d been frazzled at the view she’d seen earlier, just imagine how erotic this felt to her now. She thought her heart was going to leap out of her throat.

Wanting to give Max a show, Piers almost fully pulled out, quietly humming through the pleasure as he slid back in. His gaze remained on Max’s the whole time. Wanted to see how she’d react to watching him bury his cock inside her. This time, her body writhed a little and she sucked in her bottom lip to suppress a moan.

Shifting his hand from her cheek to her jaw, Piers tugged her swollen lip away from her bite to stabilize her with a kiss. Her fingers tightened their hold on his mane, practically hugging his face to hers as they licked and sucked each other’s sounds away.

Only for a brief moment did Piers break the silence, pulling away to get a proper look at Max.

“Alright?”

She nodded, braving his eyes. As she did this, he dug a little deeper, causing her to punctuate her response with a gasp.

Piers’ eyes flickered to Max’s mouth and back before he observed, “You feel fucking incredible.” Gave her another kiss, then, “I’m going to go faster, s’that alright?”

Max tried to hum a “Mhm” in agreement, but it came out as a moan, muffled by her own closed lips.

Piers didn’t want to push her boundaries, but god, he hoped he could persuade some more sounds out of her.

He decided to try.

Tilting down, he asked, “Think you can do something for me, love?”

Piers called everyone “love,” as some Galarians just tended to, but each time he’d said it today specifically caused Max’s heart to stutter. Her gaze followed Piers’ lips as they drew nearer to hers, and she nodded, prompting him to continue speaking.

“If anything I do makes you feel good,” he muttered, their lips touching but not kissing yet again, “I want you to fucking scream for me.” A nervous chirp sounded from Max’s throat. Piers laughed, his teeth brushing her lips before briefly pecking her lips. “Can you try to do that for me?”

Unsure of herself, unsure of whether or not Piers was being serious or just saying things to turn her on, and wanting to be totally honest, Max looked Piers in the eyes and shrugged. She was worried she was ruining this with her straight-forwardness, but it was one of the things Piers liked most about her. She was nothing if not honest. He grinned and kissed her again, giving her another deep thrust for good measure. Max parted from him with a gasp and a mewl.

“It’s alright if you can’t,” he reassured her.

Another deep thrust, this one a little harder. He could tell Max was doing her best as she murmured a barely audible half-curse.

His words gravelly, Piers voiced his approval, a slight laugh in his tone. “Arc’s sake, please try, though.”

Another snap of Piers’ hips paired with another moan from Max, this one slightly more vocal than the last. Her face must’ve looked like that of a Centiskorch. It had felt hot since they started their activities, but she almost couldn’t handle this.

Almost.

“That’s it, love.” Another and another, respectively. “There you go,” Piers grinned.

Max’s eyes struggled to stay open as she sighed, her lids fluttering.

Piers broke his focus from her eyes to kiss her again. God, he loved her lips. After another snap, he parted slightly, gasping into her mouth, which was newly opened for a wanton moan.

Max was growing impatient. She could barely even try to get a word in, too needy to handle herself. She wanted to tell him he felt amazing – better than she ever could’ve expected. That she loved the way he was talking to her. That she could cum again, soon, if he just went a little harder and faster and just kept talking. That she wanted him to absolutely fucking wreck her. That she’d always wanted him to.

All she could manage was to try and heed his words. To give him more to praise her for.

To be his good girl.

His… her tummy fluttered thinking about it. He did call her that earlier, no? His good girl?

She hoped he’d, y’know, meant it. Not just in the moment — she wanted something more to come from this. Her heart warmed at the realization that it seemed likely to happen.

Another harsh jerk of Piers’ hips released Max from her sappy thoughts. Head foggy and body on auto-pilot, she couldn’t even tell how much louder she’d been growing.

Piers was over the moon.

He leaned up, mourning the loss of Max’s quick breaths on his face, but wanting a fuller view. Wanting to see her face. To watch her chest bounce with each movement, to admire her bicolored hair shining beneath the cool lighting of her apartment, to see her belly fold on itself slightly with each impact.

He’d never seen anything prettier than her in his life.

When Piers retreated, Max indulged in a temporary brush against his bare chest and stomach. She was openly staring, letting her fingers drag their way down slowly. Felt her face tingle a little as she momentarily grazed Piers’ happy trail.

She didn’t really know where to put her hands after, and Piers could tell, so he retreated his recent, dainty hold on her thighs and rested on his hands again, silently offering up his arms for support. Max accepted, her nails quickly digging in harder than she’d realized they were. Piers didn’t mind, knowing he’d probably admire the pale pink crescents she left behind.

Max abandoned one arm in favor of reaching up towards Piers’ face, gently cupping his cheek. It was hard to manage with this much motion, but she made it work. He slowed his pace and leaned into her touch and blissfully closed his eyes before pressing a kiss to Max’s palm. Made her feel melty.

As if he was just destined to be a deviant, Piers locked his eyes back onto hers – cheek still in her hand – and picked up the pace almost mercilessly. Practically fucked speech right back into Max.

“Fuck!”

“Ha,” he laughed, his breath airy, “welcome back.”

Max pursed her lips, brows upturned and throat making some kinds of noises while she tried to glare at him. She didn’t mind when he or other close friends teased her about how quickly she can switch between verbal and nonverbal, but she always retaliated with faux annoyance. It was a bit, at this point. She wouldn’t abandon a good running gag now.

She didn't have the ability to say anything without it coming out desperate, but she tried. Failed miserably. What was supposed to be “Oh, shut up, Piers,” came out as a lewd and whiny, “Oh, sh-shit, Piers!”

Piers bit his lip, trying to hide his proud grin. Couldn’t stop himself from letting a hand roam from the couch, to her ribs, to her chest. His squeezes around her boobs were more intense than they’d been in his earlier stupor, but she leaned into it, arching herself slightly to silently encourage the behavior. He caught on, pushing her down similarly to how he had pinned her by the hips earlier. Even started to ram into her harder with the extra leverage as assistance, keeping his rapid pace.

Since only one tit was being secured, Max needed to balance herself; she moved her hand from Piers’ arm to her unattended breast, cupping her palm over the top so as to ease the bouncing while bravely letting Piers view her. Piers opted to replace her hand – a little jealous that the hand wasn’t his own, honestly – by gently moving it aside. He punctuated the action by putting more weight onto her for a moment. Letting himself really feel her. Pinching her nipples, massaging the soft, plump tissue, convincing himself he could probably get off on just her reactions to his hands’ little motions alone.

“Fuck,” Max mewled, holding her small hands over his larger ones. Something about feeling his fingers while they worked was doing it for her.

“How’s this feel?”

Before she could answer, Max moaned. It was all the confirmation Piers needed. He gave her one last harsh squeeze before experimenting with her some more.

“How about this?” he prodded, dragging his hands down her curves and almost forcefully squeezing her sides.

Same reaction – Max moaned on the impact, as did Piers in tandem. “So good,” she strained.

Max’s answer served as motivation. “So good,” she said? Piers wanted her to feel fucking incredible, not just “good.”

(She did feel incredible, thanks to him. Made no difference to him in the moment, though.)

Piers used Max’s hips to aid himself. With each push into Max’s cunt, Piers pulled her against him.

The fat of her ass and thighs making firmer contact filled the room with loud smacks.

They both silently hoped that Misdreavus wouldn’t misread the situation and come back out of Max’s room.

Piers could’ve sworn he felt Max growing wetter now, too. Couldn’t tell if it was more from the sound, the roughness, or the sex itself. Max couldn’t either, if she was to be asked about it, but she definitely felt her body’s innate reactions. There was no friction whatsoever between them, Piers’ cock sliding in and out like she was a second skin. Like they were quite literally made for each other.

“God, Max,” Piers lilted. Max hummed, both inquisitively and pleasurably. “You’re fucking amazing,” he admitted.

Something about her friend’s sincerity was breaking Max. “P-Piers–”

“Cum for me,” he cut her off, knowing where this was going; feeling Max pulse around him, her cunt gripping him so hard he swore he could see stars. “Please — fuck — come on, cum for me.” A downright pornographic cry from Max sent Piers tipping over the edge. His voice wavered and he gripped her hips harder while she scratched red marks onto his arms. “Fuck Max, just like that. Cum on my cock, love,” he all but commanded.

Shit. Holy fucking shit.

All of Max’s inhibition snapped as she let go, nodding as if to confirm that she’d do as Piers asked. “Oh, fuck, holy shit!” In succession, she felt Piers’ dick begin to throb, only heightening the sensation. “God, Piers, please, oh my god!”

She meant to beg him to cum with her, to ask him if he could, to plead for him to not stop – oh god he could not stop yet. But her mind blanked, spewing only desperate babbles and half-requests.

“Thaaat’s it,” Piers cooed, “You’re doing so well.” Another act of good measure, because it couldn’t hurt, right? “Mmfuck, so fucking tight, love,” he rambled on, “such a perfect pussy.”

Naturally, that cut through Max’s daze.

“God, Piers,” she repeated herself, more breathlessly this time.

Piers chuckled, then immediately followed with, “Fuck— you’re on the pill or somethin’, yeah?”

The shot, actually, but this was no time for semantics. Max nodded. “Mhm.”

“Mind if I—“

“Please,” Max nodded vigorously, chasing the end of her high and hoping his would follow. “Cum in me Piers, please don’t stop.”

“Oh fuck.” That was the absolute last thing he expected. Threw him off.

He tossed his head back for a brief moment as he slowed his pace to ease his way through his orgasm, but quickly abandoned the impulse, favoring drinking Max in. Her round, red cheeks; her darkened eyes, with pupils that might as well have been heart-shaped; her adorable tits, rising and falling in a ragged rhythm with her chest and his. The shape of her mouth as she let out her last few mewls, winding herself down and powering through these last few moments.

Ending things the way this started, Piers collapsed on to his forearms, pressing his forehead to Max’s. Her eyes were shut as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting them there like a loose hug.

Neither of them said anything for a few beats. They were both tired, both processing the past hour or so, and both completely at a loss for words.

There was so much to discuss… but at the same time, nothing at all, really? They knew they loved each other. They finally made the leap past kissing. They’d both kind of just assumed that, past this point, they’d begin a proper relationship. What more was there to talk about?

Well, for starters…

“You talk a lot,” Max sleepily observed.

Piers chuckled. “Sorry. Bit much, innit?”

An almost immediate shake of Max’s head followed. She did not think it was too much. He blew her fucking mind with how vocal he’d been, honestly. Felt like a changed woman.

Max’s reaction made Piers laugh a little louder. The sound made Max smile, which coaxed Piers’ grin wider.

He pulled back slightly, wanting to look Max in the eye. “So, um… ha, would it be corny of me to choose now to tell you I love you?” Probably should’ve told her before all this, but shit happens.

Max beamed as she nodded, a giddy laugh slipping out with the action.

“Damn. I’ll take it back then.”

Nose crinkling and brows furrowing, Max shook her head. “No way!”

“Last time I ever try to be a melt with you.”

“You know it won’t be.”

Piers glared down at Max playfully. She snorted a little, intensifying her laughter and causing Piers to join in, his forehead resting against hers once more.

Max cupped Piers’ face in her hands and whispered her affections back. “I love you too.”

Piers beamed just as brightly as Max had, his white teeth and minty eyes gleaming. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Piers sealed the confession with a kiss before standing. He trekked across the room to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, moistening it in the sink before bringing it back to the couch. Instinctually, Piers began to wipe Max as clean as he could. “Ya know, I didn’t think you had it in you to tell me to cum in you.”

Max covered her burning face with her palms. “Shut up…”

“Are you shitting me? You’ll never live that down, Miller.”

“Damn it.”

“It was so hot.”

“Ough…”

“Flip over,” Piers abruptly ordered, pairing his command with a final swipe up Max’s pussy with the towel.

Max shuddered at the motion before she sat up, unenthusiastically rolling over onto her belly and resting her left cheek to her crossed forearms. “Why?”

A smile evident in his voice, Piers answered matter-of-factly, “Just wanted to see your bum.” As Piers spoke, Max felt a large hand run across the small of her back, followed by two sliding down her hips, each ending their stride by lightly gripping a cheek. “Fuckin’ knew it would be cute.”

Max could only bury her face in her arms and squeak.

A short silence passed.

“What if I just…?” Piers gave Max’s ass a light smack.

They both laughed quietly in response to how pathetic that little tap had sounded.

“Are you, like, asking for future reference?”

The first vowel was dragged out as Piers responded, “I wasn’t, but now I am.”

“Dunno,” Max shrugs, “I’d probably like it.”

“Very good to know.”

“Are you into hair pulling?” she followed up.

“Probably.”

“I noticed.”

“What?”

“Every time I gave you a little, you know,” Max lazily stuck up her hand so that Piers could see, if he was watching, and made a small tugging motion with her right hand as she spoke, “you reacted.”

“Well, yeah, wouldn’t you?”

Max shrugged, still assuming Piers was watching her. He was.

He leaned over her body, getting low and close to her face as he wove his left hand into her hair. Max tilted her head slightly in his direction, then swallowed a squeak as she was yanked to meet his eyes.

Her lower belly grew a familiar heat, as if she hadn’t just been sent to the moon and back via her friend’s fingers, mouth, and cock, in that order.

Piers grinned evilly at the revelation. “Noted.”

Max shook her head a little to free herself, wincing and blushing and grumbling under her breath. Piers chuckled and let her go, only to go right for the kill, his voice low in her ear. “What about choking?”

He slowly trailed the hand that has been in Max’s hair to the front of her throat, tracing feathery lines across it with his fingertips.

Max was very into it, actually. “Oh don’t do this to me…” she muttered defeatedly, letting herself shiver at the sensation

“Ohohoho,” Piers mischievously chuckled in response. “You looove this, don’t you?” he asked, tightening his grip. Max felt her core tingle as she inaudibly gasped. Looked away. Was tugged to look back at Piers and bit down on her lip.

“God,” he sighed. “This is gonna be fun.”

“You’re bloody insatiable!” Piers nodded in agreement with a goofy grin and loosened his grip so Max could speak more easily. “I need some time to recuperate, dude.”

“Fair.” Piers sat up and continued admiring this side of Max’s body. Mainly her back this time. He noticed some barely-there birthmarks scattered around and began tracing them, connecting them in his mind like constellations.

“Aaand also to just lay here and do nothing for a while,” she continued, yawning.

An image of what situation Max had been in before they started pressing around flashed in Piers’ mind.

He paused the movement of his fingers. “When was the last time you ate?” He was met with silence. He knew that meant it had been a while. “Max!” he scolded.

“I didn’t have the energy to cook for myself and my team…”

“Did you at least PelipperEats anything?” She nodded. “Good. When?”

“…What day is it?”

“Maxine!”

Burying her face into her arms she whined, “Don’t yell at me!”

Piers groaned, pressing his forehead to Max’s back. “Let’s at least get something in you before you rot away some more, yeah?”

“Fine…”

Max sat up, kneeling beside Piers and wrapping her arms around her midsection. Piers pulled her against him, his hand resting on the one that was covering her left side. With the other, he brought the towel to his dick, wiping himself down the best he could with one hand.

”You wanna go grab some new clothes?”

Max tilted her head and looked up at him. ”Are we going out?”

“‘Course we are, you need fresh air.”

Max sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

She stood up and gathered both of their discarded clothes. Had to bend over near Piers’ face to reach some pieces.

“Arc above, this view.”

Max glared at Piers over her shoulder, her face on fire. Tossed his shirt at his face to make her escape, giggling while he scoffed in her wake.

Upon entering her bedroom, Max was relieved to see Misdreavus peacefully snuggled up with another mon she was keeping in her current leisure-team rotation: a recently hatched Toxel. She had worried before that the creature would give her an earful over how loud and scandalous her recent actions have been, but she was safe… for now, at least.

After picking out her favorite outfit – a comfy, cropped, blue jumper; a long, light pink skirt; and some chunky, pastel, multi-colored trainers, to give her barely-150 cm stature some length – she quickly dressed herself and met Piers near the door to put on her outwear.

“Where’re we going?”

“Your choice.”

“This was your idea,” Max pouted.

“I fuck the last braincell out of you or something?” the man teased, earning a hearty giggle from Max. “You pick.”

“I mean…”

“Pfft. Let’s figure it out together while we walk, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Piers held out a hand for Max to take as they trekked to the elevator. “Premarital hand-holding?” Max feigned offense, unable to contain her giggles.

After a cheeky glare, Piers shoved his hand in his pocket and took wider strides, forcing Max to jog a little to keep up.

“Damn it,” she grumbled, forcing her hand into Piers’ pocket to take.

He slowed down to a comfortable walking pace again. “Atta girl.” Max cringed at herself for warming at the comment. Piers noticed. “Easy as that, eh?”

“Shut up.”

“Just trying to give you what you want, love.”

“Oh my god.”

“Pet names already?” He was insufferable. “‘God’ sounds a bit mighty for me, but I’ll take it.”

“I’m gonna go search for a Revavroom to run me over.”

“Alright, dramatic.”

As expected, their playful bickering continued all the way to their impromptu destination.

Somewhere along the way, they aggressively decided to mark this occasion as their first date.

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nimbasa-librarian · 1 year

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Irene's Hesitance? (A series of Scenes)

“Has Irene really not evolved in five years?”

Anya let out a huff “I answered this question three times already!”

“Sorry I jus’ I find it hard t’believe!” Piers argued, putting down his textbook.

“Well jus’ cause i’s hard t’believe don’ mean i’s not!”

Piers frowned at his friend’s defensiveness. It wasn’t like her.

Anya shoved her head back into her book, but Piers wasn’t about to let that linger.

“Nuh uh, take y’r nose outta the book!”

“No!”

Piers, unimpressed, yanked the book right out of her hands “Talk, Anya. Tell me what’s goin’ on with Irene. I’ve been askin’ f’r days!”

Despite her intense glare, he knew she’d acquiesce if he glared right back for long enough.

He counted 25 seconds

“... I don’t know why exactly…” Anya started “Bu- I think she wants a real challenge”

Piers furrowed his brow, but returned the book “Real challenge?”

Anya nodded “At least, tha’s what I’ve surmised. She’s not strong enough t’fight Frankie, bu’ she’s too powerful f’r most wild pokemon”

“Huh, have ya thought of challengin’ someone?”

“Too nervous,” She admitted.

Ah.

“.. How about battlin’ me?”

The teenager blinked “Wha?”

“Battle me! Ollie could use a lesson in control!”

“I… are you sure? You’ve got a lot more experience than me”

Piers suddenly stood up from the picnic table they’d been sitting at “That should make me an’ Ollie an even better choice!!!”

“.. Why?”

“More experience!!”

“.... rewind and stop speakin Spikemuth f’r a minute”

That was what she said when he didn’t connect his thought train correctly - it happened sometimes.

“Oh, I mean we know your pokemon, which means we won’t hurt ‘em too bad, and battling a pokemon with more experience means that Irene’ll get more experience in less time!”

Anya contemplated the logic there.

“Hm.. It could work “

“Of course it could work!!” Piers argued “I’m smart you know!”

“Sometimes”

Piers scowled

“Well, whadaya think? Need a lil’ time to think it over?”

Anya tilted her head, eyes closed for a moment “... I”ll get back t’ye, okay?”

“That’s all I ask”

“Now get back t’yr homework!”

Anya looked back down at her book, missing Piers scowl yet again.

Drew didn’t, and stuck his tongue out at the teenager with a shocking playfulness

“Oh don’t you go mockin’ me you-!!!”

Well, at least Irene was having fun.

Anya… wasn’t

Anya - while not hating battles - didn’t like battling every day. It could be an emotionally exhausting experience for her, and Piers was aware, but she was doing this for Irene

She could push herself a little for the Hattrem.

But after getting defeated again, Piers put his hand up.

“Tha’s enough, Anya. Y’good?”

Anya returned Irene to her pokeball, and gave him a nod.

“... Worded out?”

Anya nodded again.

Piers sighed “Anya, come on, le’s get some coffee ‘r somethin”

Anya’s brow furrowed at the sigh, and signed

[Wrong?]

“No, I jus- Nothin’s wrong. I just need some caffeine.”

He could tell she didn’t believe him, but followed behind with Drew in tow, and the two finally got some coffee in their systems - being teenagers, they probably shouldn’t have been drinking so much of it, but they loved a good cup of galarian coffee. Sue them.

“... Anya”

She looked back at him

“I know I can be pushy but like… you can tell me ‘no’”

Anya tilted her head.

“You look real worn out, Anya”

Anya contemplated, then sighed, slowly

[For Irene. It is fine]

“You really think that?”

Piers waited for Anya’s curious expression before he continued.

“You’ve gone mute, Anya. You’ve never okay when you get like tha’. Not like this”

The girl looked a bit annoyed at him, signing back at him, the “words” feeling rather clipped.

[For Irene. It is fine. I know my limit] She pressed.

Piers huffed “.. Fine. But tell me if it gets too much, hm?”

[I will]

He took another sip of his Galarian coffee, and the two fell into silence at their table.

“Trem-trem!”

“Hm?”

The Hattrem was pouting rather intensely at her trainer.

“Wha’s wrong, Irene?” Anya furrowed her brow, looking up from her homework.

“Treeh! Trem!”

She looked pretty upset. Anya put her pencil down “Wha is it?”

Drew floated over from his little bed, questioning “Yah mah?”

Anya watched with some confusion as Drew and Irene went back and forth, and Drew seemed surprisingly understanding of the younger pokemon, before turning his attention back to Anya.

“Mas-mask!”

“What?”

Drew made a familiar motion, telling her to get up

Anya followed his instruction, and Irene pulled on her sweatshirt towards the couch - no one was home that particular evening.

“What - No, I have homework!”

“Trem!!”

“I can’ rest now! I’ve got a big test tomorrah!”

“Trem! Trrrrrrem!” Irene argued

“Yahmah!” Drew nudged the pillows over on the couch, encouraging.

Anya sighed in defeat “Alrightie… but only f’r an hour! This test is important!”

Irene seemed happy with the response, trilling and bouncing up onto the couch “Trem! Trem!”

“Mah- Mask!”

“Fine- Fine!”

Anya sat herself down on the couch with a huff, and Drew dropped the remote on her lap.

“Hm… i’s time f’r Professor? Alrightie then”

Drew looked quite happy with her “decision”, with Irene happy to sit on the couch with her trainer.

It took a few moments, before Anya said out loud.

“... Maybe Piers was right”

“Trrem?”

“.. Think we might ‘ave t’ take a break from all the battlin, Irene, that okay?”

The Hattrem just gave her trainer a nod, before looking at her arm, then back to her “Trrrem?”

“Heh, sure, Irene. Thank ya f’r askin’”

Irene Trilled quietly, resting her little head on Anya’s arm. Drew had grabbed his little “pokepet” bed and placed it on Anya’s other side, resting in it.

The teenager quickly chuckled, leaning back against the couch - this one had to be her favorite couch in any apartment they’d ever lived in. Right fabric, right amount of cushion, she was going to miss it when they eventually moved.

She’d text Piers later and get that “I told you so” in writing.

For now, she was going to go quiet, and finish watching the new episode of the “Professor”

“Oh. shit”

“What? What happened?”

Piers rolled over on his bed, seeing Anya letting out a huff at the pokeball in her hands

“I jus’ got the docs from the pokemon center” Anya looked back at her tablet. “Says Irene’s ready t’evolve, but she’s…”

“Doesn’t wanna?”

Anya huffed “... Looks like”

Piers let out a huff on his friends behalf “Got any idea as t’why?”

Anya leaned back against the bedpost, having sat herself on the floor of Piers bedroom to study for their final round of tests for school. And yet she couldn’t focus because of this… “issue” with Irene.

Battling with Piers had helped a lot, and Irene was clearly excited, but they’d hit a wall - that’s why Anya had taken her to the pokemon center.

“I think i need to do more research on ‘er an’ ‘er evolutions. Maybe ahm missin’ somethin’”

“I don’t think you are, but it might help” Piers shrugged “By the way, I think it’s roundabout time for a break”

“Wha makes ya say tha?”

The crashing noise bordered on comical

“Marnie’s up from ‘er nap” Piers got himself up, stretching as he walked right out the door.

Anya just huffed, getting up to follow.

“Whadaya think, Drew?”

The yamask made a thoughtful expression “Yah….”

“Aye, Ah think so too” Anya nodded “but she’s stubborn. I don’t know how t’bring it up wit’er”

Anya leaned back against her bed, reaching for her three-layers of comforters

“Yah?”

“Tomorrow, we’ll think’ bout it tomorrow, hm?”

The yamask rolled its eyes, but gave the girl a nod, and watched her fall asleep as quickly as always - what a gift.

He was going to have to make sure she kept up that little promise to herself.

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