Carrie did nothing wrong

Carrie did nothing wrong.docx

(The non canon as fuck alternate history)

Carrie swaggers into the room, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Mornin’ lover.” She croons. You nuzzle into the taller girls shoulder a bit, letting the sweet grapey smell of her hair flush over you. “So I hear you’re taking on the steel gym?” She asks, stroking a few fingers through your hair softly, as she wraps an arm around your  stomach, softly playing with your skin, drawing intricate patterns, sharp but pleasant, as her nails buzz across you.

You nod, “Yeah, thank Arceus, I think this gym is actually normal, for once.”

Carrie stiffens, stifling a giggle. “Oh? Really? Well in that case, go right ahead.” You peer up at her, suspicious, trying to pry information out of her, but she refuses to break. “No, no. You go challenge your completely normal gym. I’ll prepare you something sweet for when you get back.”

You just sigh, pulling your hat on and walking out into the sunlight. She might be the older girl in the relationship, but she does like to act childish sometimes.


An hour later, you stroll back into the PokeCenter, clutching a badge and sporting a few shallow cuts. “Carrie! You bitch.” You call, stern, yet playful. You throw yourself down on the couch next to her. “You knew about the saws, didn’t you?” You ask, accusingly.

 Carrie just sniggers to herself. “I did, I couldn't help it.” She clutches your cheeks and smushes them slightly, “You’re so pwecious when you get your hopes up.” She giggles. “If you want, I can kiss it better?”

A few band aids later, she does exactly that, smooching your bicep, directly over the shallow cut, flicking up a final smear of blood with a flick of her tongue. She smiles, playfully running her lip ring through the puncture. “Now about your something sweet....” She beckons you to lean over, showing you the inside of her bag. “I know a nice little shop in town, discreet and *(ahem)* adult.”

You blush a little at the variety of tools inside, “I don’t think I even know what half these things do...” You breathe, still half nervous with the older girl.

Carrie snorts, leaning over and staining your cheek violet with her lipstick, a new colour she’d picked up, after you mentioned liking the shade. “Well that’s what ya got me for. Sometimes, you need someone with.... experience.”

You can attest to the ‘experience’. Good lord, the tongue on this girl.

“And, just for the sake of being literal....” Carrie fishes out from the depths of her pack, starting to pull you towards the room she borrowed, “I think you’ll look super cute in this outfit.” She pulls out a can of whipped cream.

You just stare confused. “That’s not an ou-”

Carrie cuts in, “It will be when it’s all you’re wearin’.” She promises, tugging you into the room, kicking the door shut behind her. She tosses the bag on the bed, and pulls you into the first of a night of kisses. She does that trick you like, as you kiss her back, biting her lower lip softly, the one where she pulls into you, sucking your lungs empty. Sweet suffocation. Mmmm.