Alright so here I am with another three-short on Pokeshipping and I know I have to post a new chapter for my other story but this idea just kept popping up in my mind and I couldn't resist to sit on my laptop and start typing.

On a side note my exams start this weekend so this would probably be my last post for a while but don't worry summer vacations are starting soon I assure you all that I would be doing plenty of writing in the holidays so you all just have to patient with me.

Enjoy!

Just a lil' bit of teasing…

Misty's fingers scratched subtle shapes on Ash's back through the scratchy fabric and she resisted the urge to snuggle deeper in his arms as he brought the empty glass of wine towards his mouth ice cubes clinking together and nodded mutely towards the League official who's names she failed to remember.

It wasn't because of impassive rudeness but simply a result of meeting an huge amounts of people who she didn't even knew. Apparently the Pokemon league had decided that it was beneficial for all the regions to know each other well and in order to maintain cooperation and unity amongst them, the league had arranged an event where all talented trainers were invited. It's was kind of event where attendance was mandatory and she being a gym leader and her husband a Pokemon Master, she had no choice but to attend the damn boring event which she absolutely hated.

Smiling at the official as politely as she could she let her husband say his farewell as the official went away joining some other colleagues.

As she watched the official, Dan apparently walk away, she heard Ash letting out a low, wheeze of a groan as he leaned towards Misty's ear and mummer, "Bet you were wishing, we had just called in sick."

He pulled away immediately and gave some faceless person a nod as she grabbed his arms and directed him towards the small bar.

Taking a seat opposite to him, her blue cocktail dress covering her calves she stirred her drink with the red straw and smirked, "Right, so apparently like nobody, even Lance and Mr Good show would notice that the Pokemon Master so graciously fell ill everytime these things sprung up."

"We could've down it every other time."

Misty scoffed, rolling her eyes before nudging Ash and subtly gesturing to a couple making their way toward Ketchums with a gleam in their eyes that promised at least a half an hour before faking a loo emergency might get them a temporary reprieve, maybe…Ash had been followed into the loo last time. They'd seen this type before, and the only way to escape was to never start the conversation in the first place.

Clenching his jaw, Ash tugged Misty 's half empty glass from her hand, placing it alongside his on the waxy dark wood bar next to a handful of money. Without discussion, he slid his hand into hers and tugged her around the outskirts of the crowd, eventually weaving and bobbing through the clusters of chatter and toward the exit, Misty 's heels clacking loudly as the floor shifted from tightly woven green and beige carpet to the smooth white and black speckled marble that covered the common areas of the swanky hotel hosting this month's event.

"Smooth moves there Ketchum. I like it. It's like dark Ash."

Ash shushed her, as they neared the lifts, receiving a mutinous but silent glare in response, "We've got a very small window of opportunity ." Pushing the button lift button repeatedly, Ash sighed, "What I did apaprantly wasn't dark."

"Sure. And that's Ketchum to you."

"Don't be like that or I'll keep you out of the lift and scream as the doors close to draw the attention of every boring bureaucrat in this building comes running," Ash threatened, pointing his finger in her face menacingly.

Misty stepped into the lift as the doors opened, tilting her head to invite him to join her, "Does that count as loving, honoring or cherishing me? I can't decide." Shooting a quick look down the still abandoned corridor, silent but for the low din of co-workers partaking in chitchat and hors d'oeuvres mixed with non-descript instrumental ballads and the rumble of thunder from outside, Ash darted inside, his wife pressing the 'door close' button repeatedly.

Once they were safely cocooned behind the copper doors, Ash dropped back against the corner of the lift, handrails pinching his back as he tugged Misty toward him, tucking his head over her shoulder as he brushed aside tendrils that escape from her upswept hair.

The couple stayed in comfortable silence, fingers entwined over Misty 's middle, wedding bands glinting in the dim light as the lift descended to the street level from where they would walk back to their flat to spend an evening reacquainting themselves after their forced separation.

Suddenly, the lift jolted, Ash gripping Misty 's waist to keep her from tumbling forward as the car finally stopped moving completely and the lights flickered, but thankfully remained on. Ash 's head dropped back against the cherry wood wall with a thud, as he moaned, "Is it so much to ask that I get to spend the night with my wife."

Misty twisted around in his arms, forehead pressed to his chest, "Technically you are still spending the night with me. Although we can't exactly sha-"

Ash slipped one hand over her mouth, eyeing the corners of the lift suspiciously, "I'm not entirely positive, whether these things aren't monitored."

Dipping his head to concede the point, Ash 's fingers ran up and down her bare back exposed by the deep scoop of her robes, "Can we sit? My feet ache."

"Of course, little baby," Misty scoffed playfully, hitching her skirt up and plopping on the floor with a shocking level of grace, legs extended and crossed at the ankles.

Ash sighed as his eyes took in the sight of her slim, toned legs and slid down next to her, still slightly gangly limbs awkward in the tight space, "So. What do we do in here?"

"Well we could start by alerting someone that we're stuck."

Nodding, he leaned over toward the collection of buttons that littered the wall next to the automatic doors, cautiously pressing a red one labeled with a bell, which disappointingly did not produce the sound he expected was intended.

The lights flickered again as Ash was settling back down, "I guess alerting someone is out of the range of possibility."

Misty snuggled into his side, lifting his arm so it wrapped around her shoulders, "Well at least if the lights go out, we can do whatever we want in here and no one can see."

Ash flicked her nose but pulled her closer, "How about something more…I spy."

"I think you're just making things up because I'm your old hag of a wife now," Misty sniffed, turning her head away dramatically.

"If you only knew the dirty, dirty thoughts I was having when you-"

Cutting him off with a finger to his lips, Misty leaned close, breath fanning across his cheek as she murmured, "If you really want to keep this child friendly, I suggest you not continue that sentence."

With a squeak he would later deny, Ash ground out, "I spy with my little eye something black."

And so the game began, and continued for just over a quarter of an hour before the young Mrs Ketchum growled, "There are only four colors in here."

"What about us then?" Ash tried, sounding unconvinced himself.

"Ok, so ten," Misty allowed, tugging pins from her hair haphazardly.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"We'll just sit in silence," Ash resolved loftily, sliding his fingers through her hair for purely helpful reasons with absolutely no copious sniffing.

Moaning as she pulled a particularly large pin from her hair, scratching at the sore spot Misty asked, "Since when are our only options 'I spy' or complete silence. Have we run out of things to say?"

Ash lifted her to sit between his legs, absentmindedly massaging her tense shoulders pressing his lips to the crown of her head, "I've never been good under pressure."

Misty scoffed tucking her handful of pins into her purse carelessly, "Oh yes, being a Pokemon Master is so difficult."

Bending his knees up to frame her hips, Ash reached forward to loosen the laces on his meticulously polished dress shoes, "I meant in social situations."

" , as far as I know the only thing you love is social attention.," Misty allowed easily, crunching on a dinner mint she'd found at the bottom of her bag. When was this from? Before the wedding? We didn't go anywhere fancy while we were…bloody hell I am going to die from a mint.

"You're supposed to argue with me," Ash grumbled, pulling the crinkly red paper from her fidgeting fingers, "And the mint was from that charity event with the Gym leaders so you're not going to die in an elevator from mint poisoning."

Twisting around, Misty stuck her tongue out, and deciding she didn't want to know how he knew what she was thinking, she let that subject drop in favor of the former, "You want me to lie?"

"I hate you."

"Such lovely sweet nothings you whisper," Misty drawled, as she offered him a chocolate which she had found in her purse.

Ash chewed thoughtfully, jaw working the hard chocolate with some effort, "I can do sweet nothings."

Misty barked out a laugh, "No. You can't."

"Uh, I think you'll find I can," Ash asserted, legs sliding back out, his charcoal pants rucking up slightly around his ankles and exposing a PokeBall patterned socks in the process.

Misty tilted her head back and delivered a sweltering glare. Thoroughly intimidated, Ash laid a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, "Don't worry dear, my love for you burns like a dying Ho-Oh."

"Are you trying to prove my point?" Misty snickered, pressing her lips to his before snuggling back down.

"Your smile, dearest Misty, is simple but disarming."

Pulling her knees up, Misty let her head drop forward and groaned, voice muffled by the silken fabric of her dress, "How did you land me?"

Ash pushed her hair over one shoulder and pressed affectionate kisses down the nape of her neck.

The sharp spark of competition shot through Misty 's eyes as she extricated herself from her husband's embrace, disregarding his grunt of disapproval, and sat across from him, staring deeply into his eyes, "Just wanted to let you know you are in my thoughts and sexual fantasies."

"You've used that one before."

"It's a classic," Misty defended, rummaging through her purse once again as the lights dimmed even more, a faint yellow glow remaining.

Ash accepted the proffered jelly bean, raising a questioning eyebrow but otherwise letting the issue drop as he bit in to the melty sweet, "I must be a snowflake, because I'm falling for you."

Misty 's face scrunched in distaste as she crunched the after dinner mint between pearly teeth that shone dim emergency lights of the lift, "Did you survive after being killed? Because you're drop dead gorgeous."

Smirking, Ash leaned forward, hands planted on the slick tile floor framing her hips, "Clever one, Waterflower-"

"Ketchum," Misty corrected with a quirked brow.

Slowly, he began placing breathy kisses along her jawline, "Your lips," he nuzzled her cheek, "look so," a kiss to her temple, "lonely," Misty sighed as he dragged his mouth back to hers, "Would they like to meet-"

Misty 's hands speared through his perpetually messy locks, tugging his mouth to hers as they awkwardly slumped back against the wall, lips remaining locked together.

Chest heaving, face stained with Misty 's lipstick, and tie haphazardly yanked loose, Ash pulled away just barely, "I win right? This means I w-"

With a growl and a flirty smirk she moved to yank him back toward her by his tie, until the grin he intended to be sultry dropped from his face as he shifted to sit next to her, "Did you hear that?"

Before she could answer, the doors slid apart, revealing a slip of light and a distressed trio of faces, that seemed to include a stress mussed hotel manager, a woman from maintenance, and Dan, from the league, "I told you. They got lost. Ash and I are too close for him to leave without saying goodbye."

The woman, Hilda if Ash could trust her name tag, raised her brows in disbelief as Dan went on bemoaning the dangers of relying on electricity and the need to save his 'best friend Ash ' from certain death.

Chivalrously, Ash boosted Misty through the gap, accepting the hands up offered from Hilda and the manager as he followed. After expressing their gratitude and learning the entire building had lost power from the storm, the couple begged off returning to the party citing tiredness from 'emotional upheaval.' Once they were outside and well away from Dan's overbearing concern, Misty let her hand drop from its dramatic perch on her forehead, leaning into Ash 's arm comfortably, "I actually am a little knackered."

Ash 's hand came up to brush against hers as he pulled her into the designated apparition area, "I told you, next time just rough me up a little. Much easier."

"Or I could just not come," Misty retorted, both of them knowing full well how hollow that threat truly was.

"Sorry, 'til death do us part," Ash laughed, pulling her fully into his arms as they entered in a silent, empty flat. Where we can continue our escapades from the lift…

Misty slipped her arms around his neck, lips meeting his in a blistering, if short, kiss, "So I just have to take you out and I'm free?"

"If it gets me out of these events I'll let you do whatever you want dear."

Discarding her strappy heels, eyes never leaving his, Misty rose on her toes and breathed into his ear, "Anything?"

And that's a wrap, so how was it?

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