One Last Time

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She's the one.

You didn't know it immediately. Goodness, the number of times you've thought and re-thought that moment, who knows what actually happened? Rose-tinted memories swirl around that blossoming relationship. The quick glances, the embarrassed smiles... your hand in hers. Friends turned lovers, turned fiancées...

You're walking down the aisle tomorrow, and there she'll be, waiting for you by the altar, a smile on that beautiful face...

...

But she's not you're with right now, is she?

You press your forehead against her, unbuckle your belt and let your pants fall away. Your fingers slide up, running through - fur. Not skin, not hair - fur.

...Fuck. You thought you'd get over this by now. You're getting married in less than twenty-four hours, for Arceus' sake...

Because... well... before your fiancée, there was... your Pokémon. You met so much earlier, shared so many more glances, so many smiles that stretched further into the past. Memories of cuddling in tents in rainy forests, nuzzling against one another on sleepy train rides... whispered, wide-eyed confessions on twilit city streets. You couldn't battle anymore, couldn't be her 'trainer'. She was so much more than that...

Your fingers play over her ears, and with your other hand you hoist her hips up - she lets you, shifting into you, until her warm fur presses up against your thighs, tail around your leg...

But you couldn't date her, could you? How could you? No-one could understand. No-one seemed to want to understand. You could be partners, friends, a Master and a Pet, but... more than that? No. A human and a Pokémon... it would never work.

So you made do. With a genuinely lovely gal, someone who's been there for you, and will be waiting by the altar tomorrow with her freckled face and her broad, golden smile. Someone you do, honestly, want to make happy...

And yet, not the one you're with tonight.

You draw your head back and stare into her eyes. Big, red eyes, wide and full of empathy and emotion. That sad, reluctant smile on her face, the one that makes butterfree flutter in your chest...

And you kiss, just like you've done in the past, when no-one can see. Your tongues meet, and dance; you breathe out, and relax into one another's embrace. Your shaft presses up between her cheeks, and it feels so right as you press forwards. Her body softens, paws shudder against your neck; you don't need words to share emotion...

...

She's the one.

And you know who you mean, when you think that. Even if you can't admit it. Even if the rest of your life, from walking down that aisle tomorrow, will have that little lie buried within it. You'll live with it. Because you have to.

But that's for then.

For now?

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...One last time.