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POSTED ON Nov 18, 2020 5:06:41 GMT

her reaction was delayed - but only because she hadn't realized what had been pressed into her hands. she merely blinked, initially identifying the muffins as naught more than a sweet treat. but then she offered it a dainty sniff, her eyes rounding as she immediately identified the underlying scent thoroughly blended in with the mix.

"is this - "

she took a bite and was pleasantly surprised. because it tasted just as it looked, the 'secret ingredient' having been expertly blended into the baked good to the point where it didn't detract from the original taste. cait wasn't entirely surprised, more than aware that sénon was exceedingly talented at the art of crafting.

"i - "

cait blinked once - twice - three times.

"ohmygodiloveyou."

she was immediately reminded of one of her uncles and his masterful handling of anything involving the usage of cannabis, her eyes alight and eager as she devoured the baked good with gusto. only when her fingers were covered with the demolished remains of her dessert did she realize what had been said in her excitement, the girl's mouth partly full as she leveled sénon with a look that betrayed her nervousness.

but she soon swallowed it down, exposing her white teeth in a partial grin.

"i think i'll - uh - wait on that jam before taking the next one?"

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POSTED ON Nov 18, 2020 5:46:36 GMT

It was all in the oil really.

You swapped vegetable oil with a special 'converted' oil and any recipe became infused. Muffins were the easiest because muffins by recipe required a fair amount of oil in the mix.

The scent of marijuana would be feint and wouldn't much alter the flavor of a food; in fact it wouldn't be until the food was properly metabolized that someone unsuspecting would notice that what they'd ate was infused.

It was a useful talent to have to service vice or act as medicinal treatment.

As a grower and healer it seemed marijuana might be a cornerstone of where Sénon and Cait's talents overlapped. It seemed she had come to the same conclusion given she confessed her love for him with a sweeping pleasure and relief.

The question was; how much of it was hyperbole from her love of her vice, and how much of it was her true feelings slipping through her fingers into the air between them as she learned some new way that her man seemed to fit into her life perfectly. "Did you say something?" He asked but didn't look at her, giving her a chance to escape the moment with her dignity.

Maybe she was rethinking that whole "but only after a ring" thing.

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POSTED ON Nov 18, 2020 6:09:16 GMT

it was ridiculous that she became suddenly shy in his presence, especially since they had been intensely intimate. they'd likely have sex tonight, even. they weren't at that point where they were too tired or thoroughly worn out from their venture to forgo it in favor of much-needed rest.

'but those are two different things. sex and feelings. it's all so complicated.'

she considered sénon, her expression smoothing over as she took him in - really took him in. traditionally, such words were saved for well into one's relationship. and they were still new - still fresh. but they had already skipped a step - one which involved that you date consistently prior to sex.

'he's not looking at me.'

cait feared that it was a sign that he was slightly perturbed by her reckless words. but she couldn't tell, which irked her.

'i don't want to scare him off. or risk it. what should i say?'

the most important question involved if she had -realistically - fallen for him in the short time they were together. 'love' could be casually or seriously spoken, but there was immense weight behind the word when it came to your partner.

"i said - "

'am i overthinking this?'

so she was just honest, laying out her messy feelings before him.

"we've known each other for - what - a few months? and barely even that. but i guess - despite that - i do... love you? i love so much about you that's its hard not to."

he had taken her by surprise so often, that she couldn't really feign astonishment that he was beginning to send her heart aflutter.

"i'm being silly and dumb," she mused, chuckling softly. "i probably just ruined the whole trip. saying that, hm?"

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POSTED ON Nov 21, 2020 2:48:17 GMT

He didn't have to look at her while she confessed. By now he'd studied the contours of her face during all sort of emotions. He could imagine she was somewhere between a restrained smile and equally restrained worry.

Being the first one to admit the gravity of a relationship was socially suicide for a man; traditionally speaking. It was the woman who had the free reign to admit to her feelings first. Yet, even a woman could be seen and judged for having those feelings 'too soon'. Yet in an existence where joy had to be toiled for and nothing was promised but death, who could say what was too soon for someone else.

It was no shock to hear that she felt what she felt. If he had been manipulating her into those feelings this moment would have been one of delicious self-gratification.

Instead, he felt a weight off his back. Despite the hunting and the scouting and mapping and even the packing and boat trip, as he watched the tangerine sun dip into a sky of sherbet, it was Cait's word that made him most feel like his day's work as done and he could sleep well.

Her inflections told him she wanted him to say something to reassure she that wasn't silly or dumb, that she hadn't ruined the whole trip with her words.

He didn't.

Finishing his food with no rush to verbally placate her worries. He laid down a towel horizontally a slump of sand and from his luggage he dropped on it a pillow. On his feet he came around to her.

Grabbing her wrist he pulled free a hair scrunchy before pulling her jaded curls back into a high ponytail and apply the scrunchy to keep it tight.

Coming back to the towel he laid on his back tucking his hands behind his head, sitting his phone on his stomach he played music to accompany the view.

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Knowing she was watching and waiting, he called to her without looking to her. "Cm'ere." a place and pillow next to him already prepared.

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POSTED ON Nov 21, 2020 3:21:22 GMT

she was nervous in the wake of her confession, her gaze flitting between him and their dinner. cait polished it off silently, her hands shaking ever so slightly. but when he had moved to pull her hair into a neat ponytail, she visibly relaxed. the silence became comfortable, his lack of a reaction no longer filling her with worry.

he'd make a little place for them, the sight that greeted her as she peered into the horizon bordering on breathtaking. the sound of the waves as they lapped at the beach - the comfortable warmth which hung in the air - the breeze that teased their hair - it was perfect.

"okay."

her answer was just as simple as his request, the woman taking her place at his side. she smiled in amusement at his choice of music, cait having found that she fancied his personal taste. it was unsurprisingly romantic, the lyrics carrying a message that put her more at ease. she curled at his side, ignoring her pillow in favor of resting her head upon his broad chest.

cait peered silently at the horizon, relishing the moment they shared.

'so this is what it feels like.'

she wondered if this was how her mother had felt when she had realized that she loved her father. it was so strange - but soothing. cait released a quiet and contented sigh as the sun began to be swallowed by the sea - the sky bathed in color.

"i love you," she repeated, softly.

she was certain of it now. the young woman begins to doze lightly, on the cusp of dipping below the metaphorical horizon of her mind.

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POSTED ON Nov 21, 2020 4:11:57 GMT

If anyone ever cracked open his head they'd find the whole of his existence was scored and timed, sometimes even orchestrated.

If he'd had any talent in it he would have become a singer or rock star. He was above average at bass and never put in the work to find if he was any good on a saxophone. Instead, he modern technology of digital media allowed him to take the greatest artists, compositions and producers with him everywhere he went.

Sometimes when he felt content and safe enough (or hurt and broken enough) he would sing just under his breath.

"You found 'god'; you're a saint, girl, and I'm still a sinner..."

It was always strange how old favorites took on new life when new people gave them a fresh context; like the girlfriend he didn't have when he'd first heard the song being religious an an actual demi-god.

"Just rolling along, rolling along, rolling alone."

When she affirmed her feelings, bolder and more assured he looked into her eyes, searching for her to falter. When she didn't he turned back to face the sunset. He loved her too, it was easy to search his feelings of it. She was key to both his physically bliss and his emotional fulfillment. Only he could provide peace to his mind but it was Cait who brought it to his body and heart.

But such admissions weren't to be used like returning a tennis serve. She'd said what she'd said because she'd been compelled to, and then facing that compulsion she doubled down, likely realizing she couldn't take the words back anymore than she could take back the color of her skin, or the deity of her worship.

There would come a day when his feelings for her so palpable he couldn't keep his truth to himself anymore and when that day came he would gladly offer it to her. For now, he kissed the corner of her mouth and then kissed his forehead to hers before kissing her temple and holding her close.

His free hand reaching across himself to find hers in a lover's embrace, taking in the sunset as he took his the status-quo of their love life.

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POSTED ON Nov 21, 2020 7:16:48 GMT

the sky darkened gradually, cait remaining comfortably nestled into his side. her light doze was followed by a familiar peace that wrapped around her mind like a blanket, one brought about when she had succeeded in acquiring her high. she'd sit up and press a kiss upon his lips, her verdant gaze peering down at his features. she'd caress his handsome face, noting the sharp contours there.

the day's light faded as she took him in, the paleness of evening sky and its moon shining down upon them.

"let's get ready for bed, baby."

she waited patiently for him to rise alongside her, moving to clean up the grill and the pot they had used as well as their campsite. he'd find that she was contemplative and silent, appearing to perform her tasks while mulling over her day.

"i've got to pee," she said, tilting her head lightly to the side as she realized this.

cait squinted in the general direction of where she had prepared their makeshift toilet - the area a short distance away. she'd leave for a few minutes before returning, barely remembering to zip up her own denim trousers as she reentered the camp.

"did you bring any pokemon to keep watch for tonight?"

she absently scratched at her chin, noticing the faint scent of chemicals in the air. the woman suddenly remembered that she had sprayed around the area, the repellant meant to deter wild pokemon from entering their campsite. still, it wouldn't hurt to have a guard posted.

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POSTED ON Nov 28, 2020 0:55:24 GMT

When she called him baby he rolled over to position his body over hers; something that usually signified sleep was about twenty to forty minutes away. In reality he stole a deep kiss before pulling himself up and off of her. As much he wanted to make her scream, the silence they achieved together was somehow just as intoxicating.

As ready as he was to commit to savagery in this island escape he left enough consideration that his woman should be spared from the old world inconveniences of wiping with leaves and cleaning with just water. Stored away in his partially unpacked luggage a new box of store-bought wet wipes.

He turned them over to Cait puckering up in demand of a payment of lips before he turned them over.

While she relieved herself he did the same in the ocean out of her view, pocket-sized hand sanitizer being his co-conspirator in his misdemeanor crime against nature.

He double checked the structural integrity of the tent before Cait's reminder of who would handle patrols and guard them in the night. "I should have gotten a tent with some kind of view screen in the top." He really wanted to see the stars twinkling as he descended into sleep.

With Jūken guarding in the day, he was required to get a full night's sleep to better his ability on the job tomorrow.

would guard their slumber. and Unnamed

; his shiny twin would be the actual camp patrol; the ambient croaking would actually help Sénon sleep.

would do as he pleased and

would keep her presence known in the waters beyond the shore.

The former being at least trust worthy enough to not let his master be attacked in the night.
Lastly that left old to defend the shore itself; leaving her behind for a island adventure felt like it would have been a betrayal to his oldest pokémon.

There were enough pokémon watching over them that they could sleep soundly although deep down, if there was something that stirred in the night, he relished the chance to put it in its place and claim the position of apex predator on the island.

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POSTED ON Nov 28, 2020 2:25:51 GMT

she appeared satisfied by the defenses that had been posted, deciding to allow her toucannon to remain outside the confines of their pokeball. it was a rare thing where they enjoyed a tropical setting, and cait didn't fancy robbing them of the experience. she also avoided volunteering her own pokemon, aware that senon's creatures could perform satisfactorily as they slumbered.

she'd release her gardevoir momentarily to help her get ready for the bed. after transitioning into a dark tank-top and panties, she'd sit by the fire as her pokemon prepped her well-maintained mane. practiced hands and finely-tuned power distributed what appeared to be a clear oil throughout the locks - her scalp messaged gently once it was free of the ponytail.

an elegant scarf was beautifully wrapped around her mane, the coloration green with curious markings etched into the silky material.

"i should have braided my hair before coming out here," she remarked, mulling over her lack of foresight. "it'd be easier that way."

but it was too late to do that - not unless she set aside some hours in the day toward weaving her mane into tidy cornrows.

'i'll be fine.'

her teeth were brushed, a partial bird bath done in the form of wipes that got rid of any lingering sweat and excess oil on her skin and face; any any hint of makeup wiped away and homemade deodorants and lotions applied - which left her smelling sweet. senon had witnessed this ritual countless times, though it was comparatively more complex in a more modern setting.

"thanks, gardevoir."

the psychic-type nodded, a small and pleased smile upon her lips as she was returned to her capsule. cait hummed, having slipped into the pleasantly spacious tent. their sleeping bag - a large item meant to comfortably accommodate two - was zipped open.

without entering it, she'd leisurely stretch out on the delightfully soft material.

"we'll be alright without the stars," she reassured. "i like the tent you picked out. it has a real cozy feel to it."

cait beckoned him to join her, the urge to cuddle coming into play.

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POSTED ON Nov 28, 2020 2:34:26 GMT

It wasn't manly to whine so he let go of his stars for tonight, but by the gods that willed their world, he would sleep under the stars before their island excursion was over.

He brushed his teeth and with bottled water he rinsed and spat. Gross as it was his hair grew a sliver faster when he didn't shampoo it everyday, a small amount of dirt and grime helped promote his healthy hair so the thorough washing would be saved for tomorrow, for tonight he merely let it hang loose. "I'll clean in the morning." It was almost his mantra by now.

It was very much his intention to wrap Cait in his smell night after night until it became something so woven in her existence that she couldn't live without it. By now it was quite likely that if asked to choose between a room that 'smelled like him' and a room that didn't, it would be the former that she would choose if went too long with Sénon himself.

He settled in next to her, sniffing his armpit; still smelled like himself. The day's events and a solid breeze kept him from working up a sweat, he smelled closer to 'fresh' than to 'raw'. "I uhhh." He cleared his throat. "I wanted us to be able to spoon comfortably."

Kadabra looked over at them from his post outside at the mention of spoons.

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POSTED ON Nov 28, 2020 3:34:14 GMT

it was amusing just how unabashedly masculine sénon could be. if her theories were at least somewhat correct, something which vaguely resembled traditional dominated his personal values as a man. not that she considered him sexist in his perceived ideologies, more so he merely took his position as 'her man' with a admirable amount of seriousness.

he was just the right amount of possessive - the right amount of dominant - the right amount of everything. it caused her to fall more easily in love with him, because he was damned good at making cait feel wanted. her uncertainties gradually cleared away as they worked on their relationship, building it up to something of superb quality if they remained consistent.

"you're fine, baby."

the man smelled like his usual self, his natural signature edged with a certain spiciness she appreciated. they'd already passed by that hurtle where they were comfortable in that way - sénon having witnessed her in a less-than-ideal state multiple times over during his frequent visits. it came with the territory of living with someone, so they no longer needed to feign perfection.

their voices became quiet and low as they indulged in light conversation, her own voice betraying that she was beginning to slip further into such a state. cait could potentially be tempted into intimacy, but she was on that cusp of surrendering to the familiar lull of sleep.

"g'night, senon. i love you," she murmured.

it was surprising how comfortable she was with saying the final three words, but they slipped past her with startling ease. when his arms wrapped around her, he'd find that she was breathing slowly - her face peaceful as the combination of her mild high and his presence put her completely ease.

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POSTED ON Nov 28, 2020 3:55:34 GMT

I love you too. If she could read his mind, if any of her psychic-types had managed to do so in that instant. The 'secret' would have been revealed. He frowned when her gaze averted and she closed her eyes.

It felt wrong in a way to keep that kernel of truth away from her.

Even still, he was steadfast in his resolve to keep a lid on that bubbling feeling until it became so pressurized it rumbled the lid off and it all came spilling over. He refused to speak of his love for now, but he did nothing to hide it in his actions.

That was why when she laid upon him dozing off he pulled at her thigh so that one leg would reach over him; he wanted to be pressed by her body. The aching he felt below the waist made bearable by her the weight of her thigh over it.

In the morning he would take no prisoners and a shower would be her only option in the wake of his affections.

For now, he held her close, breathing in her scent as absentmindedly as he'd put his scent upon her intentionally. Her final 'i love you' answered with a timed squeeze of her rear assets. "Good night Cai." Knowing it would take a bit longer before he dozed off he sent away into dreamland with one last consideration. "If I don't wake up in the morning, know that I died happy."

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POSTED ON Nov 28, 2020 11:52:16 GMT

she'd be the first to stir, the sky pale with the light of morning as she rose. the air felt warm inside the confines of their tent, cait blinking blearily at her unfamiliar surroundings. fresh memories of their first day reemerged, swiftly reminding her of their present scenario.

'right. we're in the middle of surviving a tropical paradise.'

the girl yawned and gave a little stretch, her attention soon turning to sénon. he was still locked in slumber, his handsome features slack with sleep. she'd consider what to do, her verdant gaze soon sparking with a deep lust.

'he's so handsome,' she thought, licking her lips.

typically she wasn't one to initiate this early - that was sénon's forte - but she saw no issue in doing so now. he'd soon be pleasantly surprised, cait serving as his metaphorical alarm clock as she pressed herself closer; a wicked edge to her smile.

- - -

the river they had claimed for themselves as their water source started at a small waterfall, its dull roar reverberating throughout the wilderness. it was damned cold at first, but her body soon adjusted to the initial shock as she rushed into the body of flowing liquid.

'i wonder if this is considered skinny dipping or just bathing?'

she decided to refer to it as both, the girl fully submerged as she performed a dive. her milotic just below the surface, the water-type serving as her guardian as she swam within the unfamiliar waters. she'd eventually rise, pushing back at her thoroughly soaked bangs with a breathless laugh.

"i need to do this more often."

cait grinned widely, her blood pumping from the swim. her milotic rose alongside her, the former gym lead releasing another chortle as she embraced the poktmon's lengthy body and was guided along.

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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2021 12:28:44 GMT

He couldn't see the stars but he'd slept entwine with one.

The warm and complete feeling in his core spread from his stomach to his every extremity and she was its source. Such sweet and magical dreams he had as night gave way to dawn. It was so perfect as an ending to an already memorable day he felt dying in his sleep would have been an appropriate and happy ending.

It would have been all the way sad and suspicious for Cait to return to the mainland without him though. So it was just as well that life continued on and he woke for day two.

A wet sensation he was too unconscious to appreciate eventually overrode his desire to sleep and dream forever.

When he came to he found himself dejected from a timeless dream into a living fantasy.

All gestures were returned and all pleasures were equated until her satisfaction lied in getting clean rather than being dirty.

The river was close enough but the walk to the waterfall was a bit farther. Too wiped out to run they made their walk in relative silence enjoying the sights and sounds of their surroundings; lover included.

As Cait washed and dived basking in the joys of fresh water. Sénon emerged on back of a dreadnaw from a very prolonged dip. He breathed in the air deep and loud, as if he'd just some new breath-holding record. "Maybe we shouldn't leave." He was joking but the deviant smirk he wore said he was willing to stay for as long as she was.

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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2021 18:34:28 GMT

"easy for you to say," she remarked.

her milotic swam closer to the dreadnaw and its human counterpart, his mistress clinging onto his back as he escorted the woman closer to sénon. she'd give the grinning man a stern look, though there was an obvious lack of heat in her gaze.

"unlike you i actually enjoy modern trappings."

she'd slip off the sea serpant's back, swimming closer and clinging onto a portion of dreadnaw's shell to effortlessly stay afloat.

"i can't even imagine what my life would look like without the amazing invention of tampons," she began. "or imported and thoroughly blended spices - the one you use when you cook, for example. or books - or - "

cait paused, appearing to reconsider her stance in a mere instant.

"no more horror movies," she said, her eyes beginning to grow wide and twinkle. "no hereditary, or the ring, or 1408, or evil dead - "

she was lowkey mad she had memorized a fair amount of titles now, her beau having exposed her to what exceeded a handful since they had started to date.