Category: Pokémon

Rating: M

Couples: Olympia/Diantha

Warnings: AU (post Kalos-series of the anime), lemon

Chapter: Prologue

Copyright: Characters & places © By Game Freak, Plot & OC´s © by me

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Diantha groaned as she woke up, feeling dehydrated and rather sore. Cursing herself for forgetting closing the curtains the night before which meant the sun shone straight into her face, she rolled over, groping beside the bed for the bottle of water she usually kept there.

She nearly empted the small bottle to quench her thirst, sitting up with another groan. Arceus, what had she been doing last night that she was this sore? Usually she only had it this bad if she had a day of filming where she had been doing most of her own stunts, which she was pretty certain had not happened any time this last month, let alone last day.

Looking over at the window, she glared at the sun shining inside happily. What had possessed her to put her bedroom on the east of her mansion? The sparkles of the nearby lake reminded her of the simple fact that it had been the only room not visible from any of the nearby streets, short of standing on the other side of said lake with binoculars.

The Champion leaned down from the bed again, looking for some clothes she could put on quickly and comfortably. She had no desire to see pics of herself near-naked in tabloids, thank you very much. Slipping out of the bed, she padded over to look outside. It really was far too early to wake up feeling like this. Had she been drinking and then fallen down her stairs or something? Rubbing her forehead, she finally reached for the long curtains and pulled them close to return to bed and sleep some more.

Sighing in pleasure at the blessed darkness, she dropped her head forward to briefly rest against the thick fabric. Much better. If she hadn't felt already sore, she'd be kicking past-her's butt. Now she just had to figure out if she was dropping into bed at once, or first taking a short trip to the bathroom to refill her water-bottle.

In the end the siren-call of her bed was stronger than the potential need to have more drinks.

After having looked outside for so long, she was practically blind in the darkness. Knowing her room well enough, she did manage to get back to her bed, dropping back into it with grunt.

That was when she realized that something was wrong beyond her soreness. Having landed more or less spread-eagle over nearly its' entire width, her hand reached to the half of the bed she had not been sleeping on and encountered hair. While her hair was pretty long, it was not that long. Someone was here with her… in her bed.

That woke the actress up very quickly. She was not the type for quick flings, most assuredly not in her own home. Sitting back up, she reached for the bedside light, flipping it on.

The person was still asleep, from what she could tell. Long purple hair cascaded over the bare back and the nearby pillows, contrasting with the pale-yellow of her bedsheets.

On the upside, she did know why she was sore now, since the other had various bite-marks, bruises and scratches over what bits of the brown-toned skin she could see. Apparently, she had had her first one-night stand of her life last night. Now if she could just remember anything, it'd be nice. Especially who the other woman in her bed actually was.

Moving slowly so as to not wake the other up – though she wasn't entirely sure why exactly that was – she reached over to where she could just see part of the other's face peek out from under the hair. Pushing gently, she moved it aside just enough to see.

That's when she realized that the other was not completely asleep, eyes half-opening when her fingertips brushed over the soft cheek.

"Olympia!?" There was only one woman she knew which had such piercing purple eyes. But why was the Anistar Gym Leader in her bed?

"Diantha." The other female now shifted, pushing herself up into a more seated position with a pained groan, flinching a touch.

And at that sound, it was as if all the memories of the previous night returned at once. For once, she could agree with the whole saying of 'hit like a ton of bricks', because that is what it certainly felt like. What had she done to her friend!?

"Diantha?" The older woman reached over, hand resting gingerly on the other's shoulder.

While it no doubt was meant to be comforting, it actually made things worse since it showcased exactly how much bruises there were on the slender limb. Too many, scattered around the wrist and upper arms, clearly discolouring the skin even in the dim light.

"Arceus..." Blue eyes flicked from injury to injury, mind falling deeper into a well of horrifying memories. "I… I…"

It seemed the other could tell what kind of well her mind was descending into, because the full might of the Gym Leader's psychic powers dragged her right back. "Now before that goes anywhere..." Her powers might as well be brighter than the bedside lamp, at this point... "Listen to me!"

Diantha had no choice but to obey, staring transfixed at the purple eyes glowing in front of her. Instead of anything else, she could only nod.

"Who am I?"

"You..." How was that a relevant question right now? To drive home exactly whom she had hurt!? Of whom she had forcefully dragged into her bed!?

"Am I not Olympia, Kalos' greatest Psychic? She who makes paths with starlight and sees the future, past and present?" Purple hair coiled in the air around them, almost reaching for her like ghostly hands.

"Yes..." She felt the weight of the other's power on her.

"Did I resist you?" Two hands on her shoulders kept her grounded, forcing her to think back to the last night rather than retreating from the maelstrom inside of her.

"No..." Diantha murmured, unable to open her mouth to add that there were many reasons as to why the other might not have done that.

"Did my mother's Gallade – who is just one room down, mind you – break down the door or wall at feeling any kind of distress from the youngest child of his trainer?"

Well, the door and walls were distinctly unbroken, so that question had an obvious answer. "No..."

"Did I leave? Did I use my substantial power that is capable of teleporting people from across the region to teleport out of this single room or to restrain you?" That was purely a rhetorical question, considering where they currently were.

Still, the younger woman obediently answered. "No."

"So tell me… what makes you think you forced me? That you would even be capable of forcing me?" The light of power faded, leaving only the light of the lamp. "I will admit; I did not plan it and you did overwhelm me, for all of half a minute until I realized what was going on." Olympia resettled on the bed, reaching for the blanket to wrap it around herself. "If I had not wanted it, you would not have come anywhere near succeeding, Diantha."

"I..." She had no choice but to concede the point. It did little to change the guilt however. "You look..."

"Battered?" Anistar's Gym Leader smiled gently, reaching for her hair with one hand and combing the flowing waves slowly. "It was a rather spectacular end to a good decade-long dry-spell… and from what I caught during it, you were absolutely fascinated by the changes of my skin-colour."

She did recall that, faintly. At least most of the various injuries – she really had no other way to describe them, no matter what Olympia stated – had come from her sudden fascination from seeing the other's skin go pale after scratching or biting, only to redden afterwards.

"I will be alright." Olympia spoke up again, one hand resettling on Diantha's shoulder. Her smile had not left her face for a second. "You did nothing to me that I did not allow. It is my fault if I now have to pay the price for that, not yours."

"Still..." This time, the Champion reciprocated, taking the hand on her shoulder into her own. "I am sorry for hurting you..." Because there was no way the other would be able to convince her that she was unhurt, not with all those bruises, scratches and whatnot and the gingerly way she was moving.

"I forgive you." Perhaps the words were unnecessary, but they were healing nonetheless. "Now, are you the type to offer your lovers breakfast?"

That did make Diantha chuckle, however softly it might have been. "I might be convinced to. I'll get something in here. You just rest." She slipped out of her bed again, this time reaching for an actual bathrobe, rather than just a shirt. "You know, I never really learned if you are a coffee or tea-drinker?"

"I am fine with either, but prefer herb-teas." The purple-haired female settled against the headboard of the bed, using her powers to arrange the pillows of said bed into a cozy nest. "You don't have to make too much of an effort."

"I insist though."