it's been a while since he's laughed this much as well. when sounds of laughter finally die down, he hears the loud rumbling beneath them only to be thrown off the snorlax.[break][break]

"AY YO!"[break]

but he laughs as he gets back up to his feet.[break][break]

"i think we overstayed our welcome."[break][break]

he swings an arm around penny before pointing off in a direction. it's probably the wrong direction as well.[break][break]

"come on, nerd. i'll get you home."

[attr="class","ooc"]PENELOPE LIVY[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

tomorrow, when james has to eventually leave to head into work and head back home after, he'll be sporting her love mark that'll announce to the world: yes, he's taken.[break][break]

more pieces of clothing are soon discarded before he's leaning down to press his body against hers.[break][break]

tonight, he'll be gentle with her.

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

one of them has achieved success while the other is constantly chasing after it. it's depressing, in a way, how both of them share the same thoughts and feelings.[break][break]

why are they so tired all the time?[break][break]

"what? get drunk?"[break][break]

he laughs.[break][break]

"chill atop a snorlax? yeah, it's pretty cool."

[attr="class","ooc"]PENELOPE LIVY[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

handsome is not a word often used to describe james. compliments are rare, if he's being honest, so to hear it from her of all people means everything to him.[break][break]

there's no point in hiding how he flushes.[break][break]

"i will."[break][break]

but he doesn't see himself wanting to stop.[break][break]

his hands move behind her back, attempting to unclasp her bra. he struggles, naturally, but gets it eventually.

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

"oh, right."[break][break]

his fingers brush against the bare skin of her stomach before reaching to pull his shirt off. he places it off to the side, almost neatly as opposed to just throwing it down on the floor.[break][break]

james definitely looks like he works out. it must be from all the deliveries.[break][break]

shyly, he smiles, focusing his gaze on her instead.[break][break]

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

"mmm, yeah, i do."[break][break]

returning her smile that seems to ease his worries, with both hands, he pulls at her shirt, slowly moving it over her head. his heart leaps in his chest as he looks back at her.[break][break]

"you look...beautiful."

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

...where do they go from here?[break][break]

as certain worries start to flutter into existence, james looks to silence them with his instincts. he leans into them, deciding to move a hand to tug at her shirt.[break][break]

still, his worries leak in the form of a question:[break][break]

"is this okay?"

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

her room is very cute. it almost contrasts the person he's come to know. but it's adorable how she has this side of her he imagins not many gets to see.[break][break]

as she lies back, he moves over her. his dark hair curtains over his forehead as he peers down at her equally full of adoration in his eyes.[break][break]

he leans down to kiss her, picking up where they left off.

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

it's difficult to go back to reading after that. even as the man leaves, there is no doubt that the man is no other than someone who used to torment him every single day.[break][break]

so why would james ever give him the time of day?[break][break]

"shit."[break][break]

he whispers under his breath, realizing very quickly that he won't be able to outrun him.[break][break]

"look, i don't want any trouble, man. i'm just doing my own thing."

[attr="class","ooc"]@aver[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

"yes?"[break][break]

nothing suspicious about a random person knowing his name. maybe they saw his name on the bill? wait, he just got here and his food hasn't even arrived yet, so that couldn't be it.[break][break]

tearing his gaze away from the book he's reading, he peers up from his seat to find a familiar face. it takes him a few seconds, but how could he forget?[break][break]

instinctively, he tenses up.[break][break]

"uh, sorry, you have the wrong person."

[attr="class","ooc"]@aver[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

his nose brushes against hers as he nods. it's hard not to feel anything other than bliss at this moment. he stands, bringing a hand down to support her by her thigh before slowly making the trek down the hall.[break][break]

once inside her bedroom, he glances around briefly before carrying her over to the bed.[break][break]

"you have a cute room."

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

bliss.[break][break]

from there, things progress, and somehow james finds the courage to move his hands down to her shirt, gently tugging as he continues to kiss her.[break][break]

"should we..."[break][break]

he takes a breath, pulling away for a moment.[break][break]

"...take this to your bedroom?"

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]

alluring to the point of intoxicating, james struggles to keep his composure. but can he be blamed?[break][break]

as her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, slowly, his hands reach out to hold her face. after a breath, he leans in to kiss her.

[attr="class","ooc"]Abigail Mikhaylov[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-manectric"]