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A single night had passed between the moment Lucario and I had promised to see each other. A night which had been strange, to say the least. Surprisingly, and refreshingly enough, I hadn't experienced the usual anxiety that comes with going out with someone or going to a big event you've been anticipating, the kind of anxiety that hurts your stomach and makes you giddy ; but I had had a lot of trouble falling asleep. Seeing Lucario's face and remembering everything that had happened, leading up to that promise, filled me with butterflies and had made it impossible to rest for a good hour. Two in the afternoon... I had woken up at nine in the morning, and the day went by in slow motion until the moment I could finally go out, despite my best attempts at keeping busy.

However, I was full of energy and had spring in my step as I walked out, filled with an optimism that I rarely had : I lived near the pokémart Lucario had indicated, and I was there a few minutes early, as I often was anywhere I went. From afar, I spied Lucario's tall silhouette waiting patiently outside, absent-mindedly watching the pokémon and humans come and go through the sliding doors. I had put on the best and comfiest looking clothes I could find. I wanted to look nice for him, or as nice as I could get, but I didn't want to be incredibly fancy for a shopping trip. He, too, was wearing casual clothes. It certainly gave him a different look, but this black, long sleeve shirt, his baggy blue pants and having his hair untied made him look even softer in comparison to the more professional attire I had seen him wear. It was like seeing another side of him, the “true” him, if that made sense, the part of him that went through everyday life, which I had yet to discover.

I walked up to him, in his blind spot, and he only noticed me when I was right next to him. His face lit up with a smile simultaneously with mine, and a blush was painted on my cheeks as I stood there in front of him, silent for a brief moment. So much was said in that single gaze. One night apart, alone with our thoughts, had been long enough to turn our memories of the previous day into a hazy cloud. Seeing each other again solidified these memories, gave them credibility, made them real. Made him real. His expression also somewhat reassured me : these feelings that exploded yesterday into this unexpected but oh so needed show of affection hadn't just been one-sided, hadn't persisted for me only. His tender gaze was all I needed to know that it hadn't just been lightning in a bottle. We had restraint enough not to show anymore emotions than needed ; this subtle moment of knowing silence, barely longer than two seconds, anchored the feelings we had into the present day.

“Hi there,” he began, his voice as soft as I remembered it. “How have you been?”

“Oh, better than ever. I'm happy to see you again.”

He chuckled, his smile making it more than evident that he felt the same, better than any words could have. He turned away, and we walked in together, before any kind of awkwardness could set in.

At that moment, I was hesitant between trying to be subtle, and being more direct about my feelings. I didn't want to rush him, nor did I want to be too hasty with my choice of words. Thankfully for me, aside from small moments of hesitation where I attempted to grasp at at the dynamics of flirting – because, let's be real, we were in the early stages flirting –, everything felt so... natural. Lucario already had his whole way throughout the shop planned and I followed him along, grabbing whatever I personally needed along the way, which made it much easier to focus on what we were saying and to pay attention to the other. We chatted about different things...

“Hey, have you tried that brand ?” I asked. “It looks good but it's a little expensive.”

“Well, it tastes somewhat better, but it's a slight difference. Not worth the price, I'd say.”

...Various, everyday thing...

“I'd love for you to give these a try and tell me what you think,” I insisted, pointing to a bag of sweets I bought now and then.

“Well, I... I don't have much of a sweet tooth...”

“I promise you'll like it. If not, you can always give 'em to me!”

“...Alright. I'll try them then, if it would make you happy.”

...Taking our time, maybe a bit too much...

“Since you're a chef, you absolutely have to tell me what your favorite dish to cook is. I'm trying to learn how to cook too, you know?”

“Well, if you're learning how to cook, a simple and rewarding first step to learn is to prepare various sauces...”

…And having fun, maybe even a bit too much. Discovering so much about each other, conversation coming to us so naturally, flowing without hitting the slightest dam. It was like talking with a friend I'd always had. He was gentle, patient and easy-going, he was polite, and smart, and never cut me off. And I complemented him well, asking him about himself and things he enjoyed, and trying my best to make him comfortable around me by keeping the discussion focused on fun things that we had in common or could relate to. All in all, for a pokémart date, it was a pretty massive success. I lost track of time, as one usually does when having fun, and soon enough, despite our attempts at delaying the inevitable, we had to wait in line for checkout. I sighed, knowing I had to find a solution for this not to be the end of our little date, while we waited, side to side, in line, enjoying a little moment of silence.

As I scanned the surroundings and my eyes inevitably fell upon Lucario, I noticed that our closest hands were free, not holding any bags or groceries of any kind. I also noticed he was looking away, at some old lady which was complaining to a poor overworked cashier about a coupon. I snuck my hand close, and gently grabbed his paw. I noticed his head turning to mine, but I had already looked away, an innocent expression but a very clear blush adorning my face. There was a moment of hesitation, the both of us frozen, him in thought, and me in anticipation... And then, I felt his fingers intertwining with mine, accepting this small touch. Accepting me. That simple, soft squeeze was enough to send my heart into a beating frenzy. Geez, everything he did was too much. I closed my eyes for a second, and scooted closer. No one could see us, right? But even if they did... It didn't matter. It didn't matter that he was a pokémon. He didn't seem to care either. He squeezed my hand tenderly and possessively, and when I turned my head again, he was smiling, looking off into the distance again but with an expression that had totally changed. I moved my thumb gently and slowly over his until he moved it and we moved our fingers together, clumsily, but sometimes surprisingly in synch, this silent dance replacing all of the words we couldn't say at that moment.

His fur made holding his hand that much more comfortable, and I couldn't resist resting my head against his shoulder, despite my best judgement. Now people could definitely see us. Who knows what they were thinking? Odds are, they just thought I was very friendly with my childhood pokémon. An unlikely interpretation, but it really didn't matter. He turned his head, and nuzzled at my hair for a bit. While we were in our own little bubble, I still wished we had been somewhere more private...

Our hands only parted when we absolutely needed to, which was when we had to pay for the groceries. I felt my heart sink further and further in my chest the closer we got to the exit, but as soon as we were outside, an idea dawned on me. Somewhere more private, of course. I wasn't going to let this be over so soon, and lose the magic of this moment.

“Hey uh, Lucario?” I said, unsure and afraid of his response. “Do you think... Do you think you'd want to crash my by house for a bit?”

“Right now?”

“Well, I... I figured, I'm having so much fun around you... I'd hate for this to end so soon.”

Lucario rubbed his cheek and looked down at the ground, sighed, and seemed lost in thought for a moment.

“Well... I don't see why not. Would it be okay for me to keep the fresh groceries in your fridge? They're for Andrew's family.”

“Of course. I have plenty of space.”

He paused and then looked at me with newfound confidence.

“I'll come with you, then. They've always been nice, I'm certain they won't mind if I give them one excuse or another for coming back late.”

“Fantastic!!” I exclaimed. “Okay, well, I live right nearby. It'll be a quick trip to there.”

“Alright. Lead the way, my sweet human.”

I giggled shyly, gave my hand to him again and we walked off, our bags of groceries in hand, joyful and content, the both of us. I walked nice and close to him and pressed my cheek against his shoulder while our fingers interlaced once more, his warmth fading into mine. He leaned in to give a small kiss on my head, and we walked some of the way back in silence, enjoying each other's presence. I made sure to feel gratitude for every blissful moment that went by with him by my side, despite the wild nature of our feelings, how new and confusing they still were. Emotions are fleeting, and happiness is fickle ; and I was determined not to take these feelings for granted. Frankly, I refused to think about them too much. Happiness might be fickle, but what use does reasoning have when emotions are felt so vividly, when bliss and fulfillment are so easy to reach? Thankfully for Lucario and I, this was only the beginning of it all, especially on that day.

**

We got to my house in a few minutes, and I invited him in, going straight to the kitchen so that we could put all the fresh groceries in the fridge. I had no idea how I was going to entertain him while he was here or if I had anything to do with him so that he wouldn't be bored, but I was extremely glad I had cleaned my place before this little date. The hours before leaving had been spent thoroughly cleaning the house, including, and especially, my room, with that little nagging voice having given me the hope that Lucario would come by. And he did, thankfully... But for now, we were in the kitchen and he was crouched on the ground, putting several bags of vegetables in the fridge.

“I hope it's fine for me to do this,” he asked, always so polite.

“Of course.”

I was a little absent-minded at that moment, and I guess my tone of voice made it evident. I was too busy looking at him, in disbelief at the fact that he was in my house. He almost looked alien, an unlikely presence in an environment I knew so well. But he was a solar presence, he made me look at everything under a new light. Everything was beautiful, but everything was going so fast, and so well. Lucario turned his head to me, and when he saw my flustered face, closed the fridge and stood up. “Are you alright?” he asked with a little smile and an amused expression, guessing without much difficulty what was on my mind.

“Yeah... I just... It's strange, having you here. I mean, in my house.”

“Not in a bad way, I hope?” he said jokingly.

“Oh no, quite the contrary. It's a bit... Well, what I mean is, I'm glad you're here. I don't have much to offer, though.”

“That's alright. I'm happy enough around you.”

Oof, right to the heart. Oh, so that's how things are going to be, I thought. Right off the bat, with the sweet talk, huh? I wasn't going to just let him take me off guard all day long...

“Is that so?” I said, getting closer to him. I had to raise my head a little more to keep looking into his eyes. Predictably, this didn't make me look any more in control than before. “So I don't even have to entertain you, to try and be a good host?”

“When I'm alone with you? I don't need anything else.”

You smooth bastard, was all I could think as my blush only got worse. I gave a little pap to his chest and he just smirked at me, the cocky little Luu...

I had practically given up on trying to resist his spell, and was petting his body at this point. He had rested his paws on my hips and was letting me, seemingly satisfied with watching me as I did so.

“Did anybody ever tell you how good you look with casual clothes on?” I said, my one last line of defense.

“No, I don't think so,” he replied, his voice having taken gentler tones. Letting his guard down.

“Would be a shame if someone were to remove them, eh?”

I had said that jokingly, and my tone of voice reflected that pretty evidently, but it still surprised him. He lowered his ears and blushed hard, and couldn't come up with a good comeback. I grinned and gave his chest a little kiss, far too content from finally having gotten my “gotcha” moment. He certainly wasn't easy to fluster, compared to me...

As I moved my hands down and under his shirt, I realized that it was pretty thin. His coat of fur made his clothes seem a little thicker than they really were. I moved my hands slowly enough that he could have stopped me at anytime, wary that he was comfortable with what I did ; but he reacted with a little sigh, he himself caressing my sides. I ran my hand through his fur, silk-like in texture, around his body and on his back, embracing him. My mind nearly imploded with how soft he was. It was better than any plush or blanket I had ever touched, and I took my time, exploring him lovingly, albeit a bit clumsily. He felt strong, under all this velvet fur. I felt the muscles of his back moving as he shifted his arms...

Then, Lucario took things into his paws. Gently, without ever forcing me, he put his hands on my shoulders, pivoted us ninety degrees to the right and made me back up until I was right up against the nearest wall. I lifted my head and my gaze met his, my hands gripping slightly at his fur as my whole body burned up from being pinned gently against the wall. Raising my hand up to his upper back had lifted his shirt enough to where I could see his abs now. My heart had skipped a beat and keeping my voice steady proved to be quite a task, but having my arms around him afforded me the slightest amount of control, over him and over myself, which was all I needed to retort with a grin :

“Oh no, big bad Luu going to eat me now?”

I definitely sounded... different. More intimate, despite my attempt at sassiness. He was so close, having moved one paw to my cheek and the other to the wall, next to my head ; yet I didn't feel trapped... I felt safe. I realized how tightly I was gripping at his fur, almost pulling on it.

“I might,” he replied after a moment, and he moved one of his legs forward, his knee now up against the wall, his whole body pressing up against mine in a tight embrace. Along with his confident and loving smile, it was beginning to be hard for me to think. “It's hard to resist such an easy and beautiful prey.”

“Then do it... Show me those fangs of yours.”

Thankfully, I didn't have to think. Words came to me naturally at this point. I was merely expressing my desires, my deepest, most desperate wishes in the face of this big, wonderful creature, holding me so close. Our faces were so close, I could feel his breath rolling against my skin. He had expertly tilted his head just enough so that his muzzle wasn't in the way, the tip of his snout brushing against my cheek at this point. My arms had been shaking slightly, but he was steady, solid, aside from a few occasional shivers in his breath.

“The little human thinks he can handle a Lucario?”

“Any day, any time,” I replied and faked a clawing motion on his back, merely pressing my nails against him.

“You're hardly in a position to be so confident, don't you think?”

“Then prove me wrong. Make me yours.”

He didn't reply, and the snarkiness in my voice had become faint, the words distant, the sounds fading into nothingness. There was nothing else, now. It was just him. Him and me, alone in this house. No one, nothing to disturb us. The whole world, shrunk down to this room, at this moment. I saw in his eyes, the bright energy, that little twinkle, the same one that animated my soul, the same spark that had lit the fire of our passion a few days past, when we had first met. He moved the hand opposite from the leg he had moved forward, from the wall to my hips. He moved forward an inch more and pulled me in at the same time. I felt in total abandon, and in this small moment of silence, where decisions are made, where every motion counts, I'm glad Lucario took the important step. Confidently, but tenderly, he tilted his head further and brought his face close, closer, and his lips met mine in the first, most intense union we experienced.

My whole body... My whole being, my soul, felt like they were traversed by an electrical current, followed by a warmth that relaxed all of my limbs. I closed my eyes and pulled him tighter, his shirt lifted all the way to his chest at this point, while our lips locked into a deep, passionate kiss. It lingered on, and we stayed right there for an eternity's worth of pure bliss. This is what I had needed... From the moment we had seen each other for the first time, I hadn't dared dream we would be united in such a way. Yet here we were... Two kindred spirits, sharing a moment of pure warmth. Lucario moved his hand to behind my head, and his other arm to my back, and he squeezed my body, pushing me against him possessively. It made me feel safe. I offered no resistance, giving into this eager embrace and pushing my maw against him a little harder, before our lips parted. We both knew what needed to be said. As if it was meant to be, the words came from his lips.

“I love you.”

It made me shudder, this whispered spell, told with the power of his controlled voice and his adoring eyes. Those three eternal words, spoken by so many, in so many places, in so many different eras. Yet here they were, spoken by him, to me.

“I love you...” I replied, repeating the spell, increasing its power, binding us definitely and definitively.

There was no more to be said, and this time, I brought my lips to meet his. He pushed me back against the wall again, the unbearable power of this blooming love making us desperate. I moved my hands along his back, still under his shirt, gripping his fur and squeezing him to me as tight as I could. He pushed my head into our kiss and embraced me, keeping my back on the wall, and his hand moved from my hips to my thigh, grabbing and lifting it. Every part of us was trying to bind to the other, our souls grasping at ways to intertwine, to fuse with the other forever. We couldn't let go, wouldn't have let go under any circumstance. His kisses were warm and so incredibly tender, despite our loving eagerness. He would pull back every now and then so we could take our breath back, before uniting us once more. I had forgotten how amazing this felt... This deceptively simple touch, our maws locked, signifying our unbreaking devotion to each other. Our lips kept caressing, pressing against each other... I couldn't get enough of his taste, his scent, I couldn't get enough of him. I brought my hands down to his sides, caressing anywhere I could, desperate to feel every inch of him, to know all about this being I loved. His body shuddered at the touch of my small fingers, running through his thick fur and feeling at his muscles. He broke the kiss, and we were both left panting, shivering, our faces a blushy and love-stricken mess.

“Should we be doing this...?” I asked, not so much out of my own doubts ; I knew how sure we both were, how much we both enjoyed this, but I wanted to hear his response with his own words.

“None of it matters... I love you,” he replied without a hint of hesitation, moving his hand over to my cheek, and then my chin, our gazes meeting, “and I will do anything in my power to make you happy.”

I giggled and blushed, that little bit of shyness taking over me, overwhelmed with love and almost too blissful to believe it. “You win. I'm yours. I'll be yours for as long as you want me.”

“Then, my little human, you're stuck with me forever.”

“Oh, no! What a cruel fate...”

Lucario gave a fake growl and moved his muzzle to my neck, pressing his fangs down on my skin. While he sounded and acted playfully feral, I saw his tail wagging behind his back, and I couldn't help laughing. My fists clenched down around handfuls of his fur, as the warm feeling of his mouth on my neck triggered something in me. While I played in his little act, it also caused an intense reaction in me, and a long sigh escaped my mouth. I bit my lip right afterwards and my eyes shot wide open, realizing the sound I had just made. But it certainly didn't go unnoticed by the Lucario, who raised an eyebrow and started to bite a little harder at my neck, gnawing and pushing against my chest to pin me against the wall, pulling harder on my leg, too.

“L-... Luu, come on now, you know that's not fair...”

“Mmh? You just promised the big bad Luu that you'd be his, remember? And you were so confident before.”

I gave a little pap to his back, flustered as all hell by these love bites and this pretend roughness. The pressure he was exerting on my chest to keep me against the wall was all for show. But suddenly, he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me, which made me squeak : I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked forward, keeping me completely and utterly trapped on the wall, with an amused little smile, giving a smooch to my lips once more before staring into my now embarrassed eyes.

“It's barely been ten minutes and I've already found one weakness of yours,” he teased.

“Oh shut. up. Or I swear I'm kicking you out,” I groaned in response, looking away with feigned anger.

He chuckled a low, seductive chuckle while bringing his muzzle to my neck all over again, pecking small and loving kisses on that tender part of my flesh, so vulnerable and soft, which I was willingly exposing to him by tilting my head, sighing at the touch of his lips. I had removed my hands from under his shirt now, and moved them around his shoulders, not really squeezing or pulling, but simply resting my arms there. He trailed his kisses all the way to my cheek, and then lips, pecking a few more times before we were locked in a deep, endless kiss. I started to caress one of his cheeks like he had done mine a few moments earlier while he held me against him.

This was when, and I'm ashamed of admitting it, something suddenly struck me that I should've realized much sooner. I pushed against his shoulders a little, to his surprise, and looked at his chest with a puzzled expression.

“Hold on. Lucarios have a chest spike, don't they? How come you haven't stabbed me with it yet...? In fact, do you not have one?”

“Oh, that?” he replied with visible relief at my outburst. “As a Lucario, I have the ability to change the shape of my spikes at will. Have you ever seen one of my species using metal claw, for example? So I just flatten my chest spike when holding you close.”

I let out a drawn out “ooohh...” and honestly, for a second, was glad that the reason of his “missing” his chest spike wasn't some tragic tale of battle or something of the sort. Otherwise, my question would have been wholly insensitive.

“Well, that's incredibly convenient for cuddles, isn't it?”

He nodded, and those words served as the implicit agreement to resume our special moment. When the wall had become too uncomfortable for the both of us and he didn't want to hold my weight up anymore – although, with a Lucario's strength, he could have kept going for a while –, he moved me to the table, where he set me down on my back. My legs had basically not moved from being locked around his waist and I giggled joyously. He was leaning above me, our mouths still pushed together into a passionate kiss which prevented me from talking until he finally moved his head back.

“How did you manage not to knock anything off while swinging my dumb butt around?” I asked with a giggly voice.

“I'm honestly surprised myself.”

I suddenly tightened my legs around him to pull him close and he lost balance for a moment, falling forward and on top of me. After the both of us let out a loud “oof!”, I chuckled uncontrollably and he just growled, trying to silence me by biting my neck all over again. I attempted to pap his back and to tell him to stop, but it was no use at this point ; the savage beast was out for revenge after this outrageous lack of respect on my part, and every inch of my neck and throat got nibbled, with no care for how flustered I got, leaving me a shaking and blushy mess. “W-will you stop already, you dumb mutt?! You're drooling on me!”

But all he did was to wag his rear and his tail, mocking me, his fangs still pushing at my skin. There was nothing to be done and I just gave up, smiling brightly despite my apparent exasperation. Instead, I just held him tight, held him forever, as if I were holding his soul together, and my grip was the only thing that would keep him against me. His lips went inevitably back to mine, and I welcomed them, welcomed this mutual, warm caress. Pushing and pulling constantly, tilting his head this way or that, we kissed, and kissed, and kissed, my hand having moved to the back of his head to make sure he wouldn't stop. Emboldened by love, I even prevented him from moving back and pushed his head to mine... Screw breathing, I thought, all I needed was Lucario. Locked in intimacy and love.

Who knows how long we were in that kitchen? From the wall, we had moved to the table, and later on to a chair, where I rested on his lap for more snuggling. We were so entranced by the other that the thought hadn't crossed our minds that we were in such an uncomfortable room, and it took us a while before we finally decided to move to my bedroom, where we continued to enjoy each other's presence thoroughly, throughout the entire day, and up to the night. Lucario had called Andrew's father and explained that he wasn't going to be able to show up for work that night, apologized profusely, and then he was mine. Throughout the whole call, I had been lying in bed, nipping at his sides, his thighs, his arms, trying my hardest to bother him while he sat on the edge of the bed, but he remained professional, his voice steady, his expression ever serious. Right up until the call ended, at which point I was assaulted with far better bites from far sharper fangs. Whoops.

The day passed, dinner was cooked (mostly by him) and eaten while various topics of discussion were brought up, and by the time it was night, him and I both had the same desire. I wanted, and asked him to sleep, for the first time, together with me. I held his paws when I asked this, as if this was an important proposal, a major step, and he, of course, accepted. It wasn't much more than a formality, as I had given him that question in front of my bedroom door. It served as a way to invite him in, and I opened the door, letting him enter the unimpressive room again. It was very basic, comprised of a large king-sized bed – I'd always preferred large sizes when it came to beds –, a desk with all the stuff someone of my age needed, a TV and several game consoles, one of them brand new, and the others relics of past console generations my parents had bought me as a child, yet still functional. I wondered if Lucario would even be able to hold controllers with his huge paws. I mean, he used a phone just fine, but controllers are a whole other beast.

I explained to him that he could put his clothes in my closet and borrow one of my very large sweat pants if he wanted, and as I pronounced those words, the realization hit us, and we turned to look at each other. It was in the middle of May : not quite hot enough that we needed to sleep naked, but enough that wearing pajamas would have been suffocating, thin blanket or not. A dark blush was painted on our cheeks.

“Is... it okay with you?” he asked, unsure of himself.

“I mean, as long as you're comfortable with it... Well... Is it okay with you too, if I... um, if I remove my shirt and such?”

How curious that after the day we had spent, of deep, passionate kissing, constant cuddles, and being stuck together like glue, this was the step that seemed to make us stumble. Lucario seemed utterly flustered by the idea, flustered and shy, taken aback by the thought. This was like crossing a line in our forbidden relationship ; however, it wasn't out of disgust, or discomfort that he reacted as such. Rather, we both desperately wanted to be comfortable with each other, and were fighting these barriers once more.

“...Yes, of course it's okay. You're in your own home.”

I turned off all the lights except from my little bedside lamp, and we had a tacit agreement to look away while we got changed. I slipped in bed as soon as I could, and turned to the wall, since the bed was in a corner of the room, while Lucario slipped into one of my extra-large pair of pants, and got in bed after me. When the thin cover was brought upon our bodies, and we were both hidden, I turned to him. We gauged each other's reaction. It felt... strange, being in my own bed with him. I could feel his warmth, so close to me, his weight on the mattress, his presence overwhelming yet soothing in such a small space.

“I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with.”

“Same here, Luu. Cuddles?”

“Cuddles.”

We were two confused lovers who had suddenly lost confidence and were left shivering lightly, unsure of our next move. I moved my hands to his chest and he moved his to my sides. It felt like the lower half of our bodies was frozen. We were sure of the other's love, but hesitant, ignorant of what the right thing to do was. The sting of the nature of our relationship was ever present, and stopped us short. All we managed to do was to caress each other's body. I moved the cover down a little, just a little, enough to see Lucario's upper half. His bare arms showed strong but lean muscles, and his chest and stomach, while covered with a soft layer of fur, were also lean and powerful. He had reduced the size of his spike, which was flat on his body and glowing lightly.

“I-Is it okay if I look at you?” I said after a moment's stare, wary of his feelings.

“Well, I don't... think anybody's looked at me this way, in a while at least... But it's perfectly okay. With you, I know it's okay.”

God, this was so awkward. Awkward and confusing, full of silent pauses, of hesitations and worries. But in a way, this was a magical moment. I ran my hand through the fur of his torso, exploring and feeling at his muscles, going all the way down to his stomach and his lower belly, then his sides... He brought his paw to my face and I took it in between my fingers, pressing my mouth and nose against his palm, kissing him tenderly. “I love you”, he or I would say now and then, to reassure each other. Our legs still hadn't moved, and I was painfully aware of mine, as if they were dumb heavy bricks that could slip at any time. And in fact, when his leg touched mine by accident, we both jumped a little. As if in synch, our eyes met, searching for the smallest sign of discomfort.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. A little nervous, but okay. You?”

“I'm fine. Is it okay if... I do the same to you? This is the first time I see you without a shirt on.”

“Absolutely.”

My voice sounded confident and reassuring, but my mind was running laps, hyper as all hell while the pokémon slowly started to explore my smaller body, caressing me in much the same way I caressed him. I raised my eyes, eyes full of love towards the Lucario I cherished, while he was looking down at my body, his mouth slightly open, blushing as hard as ever. He rested his hand on my torso, where my heart was. Felt my chest rising and lowering. Then he kissed my forehead.

“This is my first time sleeping with a human. It's like... learning everything anew.”

“Well, Lucarios are humanoids, so... I doubt it's that different, is it? I mean, everything you're doing... It's wonderful.”

I giggled a little and caressed both his cheeks. He seemed so nervous, and perhaps even afraid of hurting me in a way? But I loved everything he did. Two anxious lovers, so desperate to be close, closer to the other, and afraid of doing too much.

Lucario's paws were large enough that he could basically grab my body, which he did with infinite care, before coaxing me on my back. I was craving his attention, craving more of him and more of his love, and I let him, giggling. He crawled up on top of me, pulling the covers above his shoulders, and looked down at me with a bright, flustered smile, as my arms surrounded his strong body once more. “One thing's for sure,” I said, “I'm not gonna be cold tonight.”

He didn't reply, but chuckled and lowered his muzzle. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips kissing at mine again, and then, my neck. Starting his inexorable descent, covering every side of my neck, even my throat, and then going down some more. He kissed at my shoulder, and then my upper chest, and all over my torso. I sighed, holding him in a shuddering embrace, caressing him both to soothe him and to soothe myself. His kisses made tiny noises that made my heart rush, and he went down to my belly, only the tip of his ears sticking out of the covers at this point, his tail forming a comically large bulge at the very end of the bed which made me smile a little, relieving some of the nervousness.

He didn't go any lower, instead going back up and out of the covers again, trailing more and more kisses on my skin. I had my eyes closed at that point and was panting a little, to which he put a wonderfully soft break by bringing his lips to my mouth once more. A muted moan escaped my mouth and I squeezed him, desperate to keep him above me. When he pulled back, I was seeing stars.

“Luu... Honey. This is wonderful...”

“Is it?” he asked, visibly happy, and visibly wagging his tail, too. “This is my first time trying to make a human happy...”

“Well, if you keep going like this, I don't know if I'll be satisfied with just snuggling.”

“Off of a few kisses?”

“Oh, please...” I sighed and bit my lower lip, trying to keep control over my emotions. “You're being such a tease, right now. You don't just kiss someone's body like that and not expect to fluster them.”

“Once again, the little human proves unable to handle the Lucario.”

“...I will kick you out, I swear.”

As a response, he wrapped his arms around me and gently lied down on top of me, resting his head on my chest. His weight squished me on the bed a little, but it wasn't anything I'd call uncomfortable : he was soft as a blanket and it was one of the most relaxing things I'd experienced to squeeze him against me. It was like... a life-sized... no, giant Lucario plush. Besides, I got to watch his adorable, relaxed face as he stayed there, clearly trying to look cute so I would “forgive” him. And to be fair, it worked.

“Want me to keep going?” he asked, after a moment's pause.

“Yeah... Let's try.”

This day had been a rollercoaster of emotions, a rollercoaster that had no brakes and was constantly going up. Happiness is one hell of a drug. I managed to lean down just enough to smooch the tip of his muzzle and then lied back down, closing my eyes as well as his paws went down my body. Then, I turned off the night lamp.

The night's cloak veiled our bodies during the union we experienced that night. At that moment, there was no pokémon, no human, but just two beings, madly in love, experiencing the absolute, most intense and passionate act of synergy and symbiosis that was offered to them. Who knows how long it lasted? Who knows how many times those three, wonderful words were spoken? How many times did we say each other's name, in a murmur, in a breath, in a sigh? I did not keep count, nor did he, too engrossed were we in the other. Through awkwardness, and clumsiness, nervous words and shaky experiments, what emerged was the blissful explosion of love that bound us forever. Through so many caresses, and kisses, and adoring whispers ; through panting, and shaky grasps, and hot breaths ; through our united bodies, our shivering bodies, pressing against one another, rubbing against one another ; through our eventual exhaustion, and throughout the night we spent in a tight embrace, sleeping with our faces close and our souls closer, I became his, and he became mine. Like beautiful flowers blooming under the spring sun, eternal devotion spread its blue petals that night, between two beings who had been destined for the other, and whose love would never falter.