Green Garde Leaf

“We beat them.” He said. He adjusted his fingerless gloves and took another look at his gym badge. He could see the figure of the ceiling lamp reflect off it’s mirror-sheen surface.
“Well we did have the type advantage.” Said his Gardevoir into his mind. “Really though, we did good. We did good.” She glanced over at him from the kitchen island.
She still maintained her Mega-form, keeping it going to be something that, someday, would be as natural as breathing to her. The dress, billowing as it was, would bend and fold around furniture- a passive and automatic function of her abilities. If she concentrated she could even still feel the tenuous link of energy between him and her. In the midst of battle, combined with her already natural empath sense it was a roiling cord of power, as though hope, strength and love poured directly into her heart from him. Now it felt, natural. There wasn’t any adrenaline flushing her system so feeling it now, she could admire it, like sampling a fine wine delicately as opposed to having a firehose blast into one’s mouth.
Right now she could feel that he was distracted, thinking about the future or something nebulous. She busied herself with setting up dinner, simple microwave stuffs that could be prepared in the comfort of their motel room. It was tradition for them to stay in one during a gym attempt, rather than the camping outdoors they were used to.
It was a simple room. A bed single bed with a small, wall-mounted tv. Their “bedroom” opened directly into small pseudo-kitchen with a microwave, fridge and stove to boot. The small nightstand by the bed held their general pocket knick-knacks, the rest of their worldly possession fitting in a single pack over near the door. It was here where Trainer Michael was putting away his badge while his Gardevoir watched him in quiet adoration. As he was attaching his badge on a sash next to the others they’d earned together in their adventures she felt something via their megastone connection. While she could easily sense these thoughts under her own powers, with the megastone they felt different. Clearer? No that wasn’t right. She didn’t have the word for it. Regardless of the semantics, she felt it. She felt his memories about today’s battle and knew what he was thinking about.
During the course of the battle her enemy got one notable lucky shot against her- a vine whip right to her face. The critical hit really took her back. In the grand scheme of things it was a short, sharp pain that ultimately did little in the way of actual damage to her- it just hurt. But worse than that was the sudden horror she felt from her trainer- her empathic link told her that for one brief moment he held utter terror for her well-being. He was reliving that moment and the thought of that stirred something inside her, she didn’t want him dwelling on something that’d already since healed. To her, it was just a vine whip. To him, it was some personal thing to him, and she didn’t want it to be.
Without really thinking about it, she said it, something that’d distract even from the deepest depths of his reflections on her.
“I feel the same way. About you.” She said in his mind. A cold hand of fear gripped her heart and the settled down as she took in the words she just told him.
To her credit, her words worked. He stopped thinking about today’s events in an instant and ran the words she said to him over and over again in his head. Half processing what she said.
“What?” was all he said back.
She felt it. That void of uncertainty, she knew she could say something that would convince him that he’d misheard her entirely. Maybe she could say something about the meal or today’s battle but the idea of dropping this confession and waiting another agonizing moment longer to confess this was anathema to her.
“I said.” She steeled herself for this. “I feel the same way about you.”
She felt the impact of her words hit him.
Michael, himself, felt a sort of hollow take him. Apart from standing as completely still as possible while looking at her, he didn’t know what to feel- or do. He process the words she said to him, he understood them, he knew their implications, their meaning but in his mind- they just didn’t connect to any response or action he could take. So he stood there, frozen and numb to any response as a doorpost. Gardevoir felt this and took that opportunity, knowing that anything she said from this moment on would be paid attention to in the absolute finest detail imaginable. She had his attention.
“Michael. I feel the same way about you. I’m an empath. I know what you feel.” She broke eye contact with him. “I know how you feel about me.” She gripped at the edge of her dress, running the fabric through her fingers as she pushed on, the dam of her secrets bursting open. “Even if I wasn’t an empath, I’d know how you feel about me. I know the things we do but don’t talk about. How we always hold hands when we know we’re alone in the forest.”
Michael opened and closed his hand at this, finally feeling the ability to move again as he looked down. His heart was pounding here. The million myriad of things they never said to each other, stubbornly too shy to act on what they both felt. Their fears drawing out the issue day by day, week by week. Michael swallowed and listened.
“I know how you feel about me Michael. I felt what you did back in the woods. Near the waterfall.” Gardevoir said this while clutching at the megastone on her neck, it dangled from a gold chain he’d gotten for her.
A swirl of tension knotted in Michael’s stomach. It was there, in the nook of a bush and a cliffside where he’d found a place he was certain no one could see him think about Gardevoir, his hands around the erection all the while. The sounds of the waterfall, the isolation from the camping site, eventually bringing her there when he was finished so as to be nonchalant about his day’s activity. How did she know about him masturbating. Then he paid attention to Gardevoir’s hand around the megastone.
“We’ve shared a connection all our lives together.” She looked at him now, Michael still hadn’t moved from the place he stood. “Even before the megastone we were close and could feel each other in some way. But this?” She held the megastone up for a moment. “With this, this is something else. That link now goes both ways in manners I didn’t expect. I always knew how you felt about me but that day.” She paused. She didn’t know what to say. She struggled inside for a moment looking for the right direction to take this.
“I know what you did, and I know you did it by the waterfall. And I know it was about me.”
Michael swallowed again, his face a sea of red as he’d been exposed to her in this manner.
She continued, “Michael I did the same thing. To you. About you. That you, that you did, I did that. When you were gone, in the tent.” It felts to her as though a great burden had been lifted from her in saying this and as though she stood on the edge of a cliff now, expectations everywhere.
What was at first some crippling fear became, to Michael, a warming pulse of arousal to him. While his heart didn’t know what to make of this his body physically more than made up for it. While an erection began to form he took his first step toward her, just the one though, this feeling uncertain in wanting to share something passionate with them, but loving them more than any impulse he had. He didn’t want to assume, even now, the future. He held place, but shifted his weight.
“I can tell what you want. Even if I didn’t have my powers, look at you.”
That got a chuckle from both of them. The tension had been broken, though he was still uncertain as to what to do next.
“Hun. That’s funny to say but. I know what you want. I want the same thing. I’d like to do something with you. Please.” She finished.
With that he walked over to her, taking her hands in his and…not really sure what to do next. He didn’t really have any illusions about his skills. Both of them were essentially unskilled virgins spilling their pokepasta over themselves right now.
“Well.” Said Michael taking her hand, his facial expressions comedically exaggerated to break any remaining tension between them, she giggled at him for it. “I think…dooo…something about it.”
Her face flashed red and she looked away, smiling.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He continued. “And I know you know I know. And I know you know. That I know. I think. Gardevoir. I love you. And I’d like to do that.”
She looked back at him, her eyes near watery when she said back “I love you too.”
“Do you wanna…sit down or something?” He suggested. The barest, merest tug in his mind towards the bed, in some hot anticipation for his future- just so subtle enough to be able to reasonably deny he even suggested it if it went south.
“Actually.” Gardevoir locked eyes with him. She kissed him. Head to head, they kissed. It was less a romantic novel make out session and more “mother bird poorly attempts feeds young”. When they were finished, they were holding hands. Looking at each other in the eyes, they laughed. A short, curt laugh from both of them over the absurd look they knew they just presented, should anyone have been watching them. “I wanna try something.”
“What’s that?” he asked? Half curious, half expecting, half scared- all ready.
“Turn around. No- I mean. Get behind me and put your hands on the counter here.”
“Like this.”
“Yes. Like that.” She said putting her arms around him. “Keep them there.”, she whispered to him, the words sultry in his mind and laden with intent. With him turned around she pulled down the from of her dress some, just enough so that her nipples were covered by the edge of the fabric. Her chest thing, she’d never known to ask what they’re called in her species, would be a bit in the way- especially in her mega form- but she wanted him to feel this, and feel her in this form as well, skin to skin, for this moment.
“Okay. You don’t have to say anything. I know how you feel.” She said, kissing him on the cheek from behind.
His heart thudded in him as she pulled down his shorts, first the one, then the under. He stood, hands still there, steadying his breathing. Here, she concentrated. She let the emotions and feelings flow into her from him, her face a blank stare of concentration as she took in everything that was his and was of him. She put her right arm on his bare stomach, feeling the skin of him beneath her own hand, running it up and down. She pulled him closer to her, her hand pushing down both on his stomach as well and going south, further and further until she felt his excitement with her own hand. She brought her hips to his, pressing herself, her sex, against his rear. She stood there as a base, any movement he made would be stimulating to herself as she lightly spread her legs under her enormous dress. Michael said nothing as she felt him, running the tips of her fingers over his balls, her thumb over the end of his cock. Taking the slow time to process all these feelings she gave him and what he felt himself through their personal, intimate connection- she learned what made him feel good. She spent this way, holding him, making him feel good, massaging him for several minutes, essentially building a pleasure map in her mind of his penis. All the while, Michael would feel this- and her.
He felt that she’d pushed her hips against his behind, he felt the growing warmth of her arousal as she pressed against him. He felt his erection, hard as it was, become something on an entirely new level with which to cut diamond. It was here, when he was at his most taunt, the skin of his member straining against the pleasure she was giving him, that she gave her first tug.
It was a slow, drawn out thing, initially seeking to explore what she could do to him down there but immediately something she repeated when she knew how it felt to him. She had a dream of this, this very moment, as she drug her hand slowly back from the tip of his cock all the way to his base. This dream, her grinding against his ass as she gripped his cock and balls, seemed almost prophetic. Maybe it was, some blessing of Arceus. Or Dialga. Or even just an imaginative dream she took the initiative to make reality. Regardless of the case, she was enjoying this. The ripple of pleasure each time she moved her hand up his cock and back down again threatened her concentration and composure. She wanted him to finish, to feel that she’d done this to him, to feel what he’d make in her name and honor. So she quickened her pace. With her right arm she scratched the tips of her fingers against his skin, the left, she jerked him off.
This whole time Michael’s grip on the counter never waivered, his Gardevoir’s soft hand making faster and faster motions, the skin of his back feeling her breasts press against him more than once. Eventually he just shut his eyes and concentrated on feeling it. She knew what she was doing. Occasionally she would change her pace, twisting her hand on the end of his cock to draw her fingers down it again or a warm hand to consider his balls. He was fighting to stay in the game, he could feel himself building up but moreover- so could she. So she drew out the event, making sure she was increasing his pleasure but in as slow a rate as possible to keep him going, going. She let his pleasure flow into him and gave him back some of her own that she took from this, the mental and physical satisfaction of having her way with someone she loved like this hammer him. He came. She knew he would and threw her left hand to the base of his cock and her right to hold his balls, encouraging him, massaging him so that he came again and again, the waning success of her handjob spilling down onto the ground without celebration or care for mess.
Michael breathed deeply for a few moments, heart hammering, her hand still very much around him. She gave him a final squeeze, a teasing one of acknowledgement, and kissed him the cheek. His face was flushed as he turned around.
“So.” Was all he said to her. They embraced, kissing a little better than last time but with the passion of a man with his dick out kissing someone who just jerked him off. When they finished, they stayed there, face to face, forehead to forehead close. “I love you.” He whispered to her. She replied in kind. She also reached down below his waist and began playing with him again.
“So.” She said. “I was thinking of something else I’d like to try.” She took a grip on his penis and literally led him in this way toward the bed.