One Last Time

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He'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 his. Friends turned lovers, turned fiancés...

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

...

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

You press your forehead against him, 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 fiancé, 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 his 'trainer'. He was so much more than that...

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

But you couldn't date him, 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 guy, someone who's been there for you, and will be waiting by the altar tomorrow with his full beard and his 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 his eyes. Big, red eyes, wide and full of empathy and emotion. That sad, reluctant smile on his 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 his cheeks, and it feels so right as you press forwards. His body softens, paws shudder against your neck; you don't need words to share emotion...

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He'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.