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WARNING: THIS STORY IS RATED NC-17 FOR GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. 
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Yes folks, after a two-plus year hiatus, nostalgia has forced me back to writing 
a fic. I don't know how many of you read my stories back then, but if you did, I 
thank you spending time on my work. Your support is greatly appreciated, and 
your continuous dedication to Pokémon is greatly admired (I couldn't stay 
interested for that long). As stated, I'm writing this because of nostalgia. 
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Five Years

Written by daBOSS


The clear sky, peppered with the glow of a thousand visible stars, had finally 
returned to cap over the wilderness north of Pallet Town on this night. It 
seemed as though Mother Nature planned out her schedule perfectly, selecting 
this very day to cease the rain that had been falling nonstop for the past week 
over Southwestern Kanto, for beneath the stars beside a lake, two lovers were 
celebrating the special day.

Of course, it's difficult to deem that true at first glance. The young man lay 
atop a spread out blanket along the lake's shore with his back resting against a 
rock. Enclosed around his arms was the body of a young woman the same age, her 
back relaxing against his front, her eyes glancing upward at the stars. There 
was no rowdiness, no fanciness, no alcohol or any indication of a celebration. 
All that lay near them was a picnic basket filled with fruit and some wrappers 
formerly containing sub sandwiches. All that surrounded them were the peaceful 
wilderness and the moonlit sky with a nearby waterfall providing the region's 
only sounds.

Twenty-three year old Ash Ketchum reached over to the picnic basket and grabbed 
a strawberry, then brought it up to his wife's mouth. She gladly ate the 
delicious fruit, giving a purr of satisfaction in return and rewarding his 
efforts with a kiss on the hand. This was how they elected to celebrate their 
fifth wedding anniversary: a nighttime picnic in the middle of nature at the 
very spot where they first met so many years ago; and most importantly, just the 
two of them.

Ash and Misty Ketchum had married at the age of eighteen, an age considered too 
young by popular standards but too old by their own. Having spent some time 
apart after adventures in Johto, the two reunited relatively quickly and at last 
elevated their "friendship" status to "relationship" by age fifteen. They 
continued to travel together for a few months longer until Ash accomplished his 
childhood dreams. Though he's no longer the champion, the Pokémon League 
rewarded Ash for his years of service by promoting him to Executive Vice-
President of Operations, a relaxing and stable career he now carries forth from 
his own Pallet Town office. As for Misty, soon after marriage, she earned her 
nursing license and opened a Pokémon Center in Pallet, the first and still only 
Pokémon Center not run by a Nurse Joy.

Life in the past five years has been truly wonderful for the young couple. 
They've continued working with Pokémon for their careers, have given birth to 
two children, and still remain more in love with each other than ever. Not a day 
has passed without at least some expression of love between them, whether 
they've been physical, emotional, or symbolic.

Now they were back where their journey together all began, commemorating five 
years to the day they united as one.

The warm summer breeze blew a few strands of hair in Misty's face, which Ash 
gladly brushed aside as he fed her another strawberry. He ran his hands slowly 
up and down the length of her bare arms, finally grasping hers from the backside 
after a few rounds. Gently, he used his face to nudge her cheek and neck, 
nibbling her earlobes and planting soft kisses up and down the left side of her 
face and shoulder while whispering loving hymns.

Misty, preferring to partake in the action over being the dummy, turned her face 
and caught his lips just as he was coming back for another kiss. It started as a 
small peck, for he was surprised by her head shifting motion that changed his 
course, but quickly developed into a heated kiss filled with yearn for the 
other. Caught in the middle of the action, their tongues twirled within the 
locked area, transferring so much desire that the air surrounding the two lovers 
was gradually becoming the temperature of midday.

Eventually, the two pairs of lips parted slowly, each hanging onto the 
deliciousness of the other pair. Misty opened her ice blue eyes to find her 
partner's chocolate brown ones searching hers for her feelings.

"Even after all these years, you're still a damn good kisser," she said 
playfully.

Ash smiled.

"Well, you'd better start shaping up soon or I'll have to find someone else," he 
teased.

Misty slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Ha! I'd like to see you survive one day without me beside you," she fired back.

"Same to you," Ash responded with a grin.

The two laughed with each other at their lively nature. Even though they were 
now adults, their hearts were still sometimes those of children, the same hearts 
responsible for all they feel for each other. They placed their foreheads 
together and continued to get lost in each others' eyes, scanning souls for all 
the answers to questions that never needed to be verbally asked, answers they 
knew all too well always look forward to discovering time and time again.

Ash fed his wife another strawberry, then shifted his hand behind her to run his 
fingers through her hair. He made sure to do it ever so slowly, exactly how she 
preferred, engaging himself in the delightful feeling every orange strand was 
massaging onto his appendages. He had been immersed in this feeling practically 
every day and he cherished every moment of it.

Misty gave a slight moan at his touch. After several rounds through her hair, 
his hand had landed atop her shoulder and was now rubbing up and down her bare 
arm, just one of her many Achilles heels. He never failed to weaken her, and 
every time his hands came in contact against her skin, he easily transferred his 
seductive charm into her appeasing body, a charm she'd been falling for since 
age ten.

Her forehead lost the strength to hold itself up and gradually fell onto the 
base of his neck, providing his chin a full head of orange hair to cushion 
itself into. Ash gladly accepted the offer, resting his cheek against her hair 
while enveloping his arms her around her bare waist. Misty moaned again at the 
comfortable position they had placed themselves in, her eyes closing for a 
moment to absorb all the feeling around her.

She reached over to the basket for another strawberry, but instead of feeding 
him whole, she bit down on half and brought the fruit to his mouth with hers; 
then, as she transferred the berry, she took advantage and locked her lips onto 
his for a slow, deep kiss. How they managed to chew the fruit through the kiss 
remained a mystery, but both lovers refused to part long after the berry had 
been swallowed.

Misty stroked her hand down her husband's front, taking in the seductive 
sensations of his chest and abdominals. She was hit with a bolt of energy that 
seemed to be flooding through her veins and arteries, forbidding her to cease 
her exploration of his muscular physique. Certainly, this was nothing new to 
her—-her body reacted like so every time she thought of her husband in this 
manner—-but everything about it always felt as exciting as the first time.

Ash leaned back against the rock, savoring the touch of her hand as it found its 
way underneath his t-shirt. He had the desire to join her, to use his hands and 
feel her delicate skin from head to toe, but decided to limit himself to 
stroking her hair for the time being. After five years of marriage, he could 
unmistakably sense when she wanted to be the only one to take action. Therefore, 
the farthest move he made was lifting up his arms to aid her in removing his t-
shirt.

He closed his eyes after she orally transported two more strawberries to his 
mouth, chewing on them slowly to extract all the sweetness she had mixed into 
them. The berries were swallowed before he opened his eyes, and it took no time 
at all to absorb the beautiful new scenery that had unfolded while his orbs were 
shut. She was on all fours, surrounding him with each of her limbs. Her tank top 
lay atop his t-shirt beside the basket of fruit. Now only the silky garment he 
bought her for their anniversary last year shielded anything above her waist.

He went from relaxed to eager almost instantly, and then became more anxious as 
she slowly removed the remainder of his clothing to which he never resisted. The 
cool breeze brushed every strand of fiber on his unclothed body, but his mind 
was glued to the image of the beautiful scene directly in front of him. He knew 
the desire all too well; by this stage, it was already too strong to fight, but 
he had no intentions of defeating it.

His hands, which had felt drained for some time, glided to her waist and down 
her sides, taking in the sensual feel of her skin through the cerulean miniskirt 
she wore. They reached her knees, then came back up inside her miniskirt, and 
gradually pulled down her concealed laced undergarment. Tossing it in the pile, 
his attention turned back to her face, where her expressions were reacting to 
the exposure of her most delicate area to the gentle summer breeze.

Misty leaned her head down to meet his lips with hers again as if she was 
volunteering to answer the call of love that both of them were crying for. Ash 
reached around her top to unhook her bra, then slid it off her along her arms. 
The kiss broke slowly, and as the two lovers pulled apart in each others' eyes, 
their heartbeats increased in anticipation of the next event.

Straightening to a straddling position, Misty steadied herself with both hands 
pressed to her husband's chest, then lowered down and engulfed him in her heat. 
Instantly, it felt like heaven had blessed her by moving to earth. Both lovers 
let out small moans while Misty made sure he was in her completely, then spread 
her skirt out so it would not interfere with the wonderful dance to come.

Ash's eyes opened, observing what to him was a masterpiece of true beauty. There 
in the foreground was his wife the way she was created—-bare, exotic, and 
stunning—-overshadowing the pristine splendor of nature underneath a dome of 
bright stars. He held onto her waist as her body started to fluctuate to the 
rhythm of their souls, sending shockwaves of pleasure into him. Being able to 
observe this masterpiece was enough for him, but to be fortunate enough to 
physically engage in its aesthetic wonder as well was a feeling his body found 
no method for describing.

Slowly, up and down she went, him helping her through his own movements, 
building up a fiery passion only the most elite star-crossed lovers could. They 
moved in a divine rhythm, feeding off each other to experience physical and 
emotional bliss that they were confident no one had ever felt. Their breaths 
were becoming heavier and soft moans started escaping their mouths, the 
pleasantness of the dance beginning to seize control.

Ash moved his hands away from her waist and up to her breasts, taking hold of 
them in a gentle grasp. They were beautiful as always, just like her, and he 
felt they complemented her body perfectly. Misty purred softly at the feeling of 
his strong hands on one of her most delicate body parts, a slight tingling of 
delight coming from the contact.

The sensation between her legs was consuming her, pushing for her to increase 
the velocity of their tempo. Misty tried to resist, but the more she did, the 
more she craved complete satisfaction. Her head relaxed forward to get a glimpse 
of her husband, so relaxed and so handsome lying against the rock, eagerly 
swaying his hips in vertical motions to put forth his contribution to their 
beautiful dance. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, and in seeing those deep 
brown pools that she had fallen for so many years ago, Misty at that instance 
wanted nothing more than to give herself completely to him. Not that it was 
needed, but looking into his eyes always reinforced the bond of unbreakable love 
that destiny had endowed upon them.

Only a tiny amount of control remained, but by now she was well beyond her sense 
of self-restraint. She wanted to please him, to see the look of satisfaction on 
his face and hear him give his gratitude for her efforts. She tossed her head 
back, throwing her orange hair overhead and letting it cascade down her back to 
her waist. Her eyes looked toward the heavens, thanking fate for giving her such 
a wonderful love before shutting to experience the indescribable pleasure they 
had drawn themselves into. Her body rocked up and down and he complemented every 
rhythm she threw at him, coordinating so in sync that even fate itself would 
have been surprised at such perfection.

Ash freed her breasts from his grasp and slid his hands down her arm, meeting 
the back of hers that were still planted on his chest. Misty knew what he wanted 
and interlocked her fingers with his, forming two more bonds that joined their 
bodies and souls. Both now had their eyes closed; no longer was it necessary to 
see, for their actions had reached the level where both just wanted to feel the 
ecstasy of romance, feel the overjoyed emotions emitted from the beautiful 
affection being displayed.

Gradually, Misty sensed that her time was near. Over and over again, she went 
down to be met with the feeling of having her backmost inner wall struck 
repeatedly, driving her closer to climax with every gentle force of contact. 
After so many years and so many sessions, the pain had completely vanished, but 
the pleasure never ceased. With every motion of every session, the buildup of 
blissfulness remained the same—-if not better—-than any that proceeded, and 
after every peak, no sooner would she recover that she gained the desire to 
experience nirvana again.

She was on the brink, and Ash could feel her approaching. In a final effort to 
prolong her yearning, he slowed his pace, providing more careful thrusts to 
bring about a maximum amount of intensity designed to keep the moment steady. 
This drove her insane, as her need to feel the paradise of her pinnacle moment 
had already overpowered her sense of wisdom. She pushed down repeatedly with 
intensity, then quickly felt a moment of sudden tightness before her back arched 
and her voice cried to the heavens. It was as if her entire body had been set 
with flames of passion, as if lightning had struck her and destroyed every 
emotion but ecstasy. For that split second, her world exploded onto his, and 
paradise became a reality.

Exhaustion quickly kicked in, sending her collapsing onto his chest, panting as 
if she had just run a marathon. Yet in her moment of fatigue, all she felt was 
his warmth and comfort beneath; all she heard was the rapid pulse of his 
heartbeat. Her eyes were shut and her hands separated from his, trailed upward 
along his chest before coming to a relaxing rest upon his shoulders.

He encircled his arms around her waist once more, pulling her down against him 
for a tight embrace. In the aftermath of paradise, he knew it was her weakest 
time period, and he made certain that she received his assurance and protection. 
Keeping one arm securely around her, he used the other to offer soothing 
stroking motions through her hair along her back. He loved her so much, and he'd 
willingly take all the time necessary for her to recover her strength. After 
all, it was the least he could do after she gave him so much.

As her energy returned, her head shifted upward to meet his gaze before giving 
him a quick but heartfelt kiss.

"What do you suppose the kids are doing now?" she asked, never removing her 
glance from his deep brown eyes.

Ash smiled. "Oh, you know how much 'Grandma' likes to spoil them," he replied, 
receiving a small laugh in return. "They're probably pigging out as usual and 
messing up her kitchen. She never hesitates when it comes to cooking up a feast 
for her grandchildren."

Misty giggled, knowing exactly what Ash meant. Raising a two- and four-year-old 
was no picnic, but to Ash's mother managed to turn it into one. Literally. Misty 
learned how to cook from her, knowing that Ash thought his mother's dishes were 
always the best, but nothing ever beat an original. It certainly didn't take 
long for their children to discover that Grandma made everything better; now 
they complain that they don't see her enough.

"They're clearly your kids Ash," Misty smirked. "They even share your love of 
food."

"Ours, Mist," was his reply. "You were a pig too when we traveled."

"Ooo you!" she shoved him playfully, then suddenly got an idea. "Just for 
that..."

She got up from him, to his surprise, and removed her skirt. Tossing it in the 
pile, she walked her fully naked body to the edge of the lake, then swiftly 
twirled around and looked seductively at him.

"You want me Ash?" she asked, making a kissing gesture. "You'll have to catch me 
first."

As quickly as she spoke, she leaped into the crystal clear lake. It took only 
seconds before she resurfaced and began swimming backwards toward the center, 
looking back at him.

"Come on honey! Come and get me!"

There was no hesitation from Ash. In their dance just minutes before, she had 
reached paradise but had not taken him with her. He was far from finishing, and 
he desperately needed her for doing so. Oh yes, she was smart, smart and wicked. 
Smart and wicked enough to leave him holding back the uncontrollable desire that 
she helped build up.

He ran to the edge of the lake to catch her, no other thoughts swirling in his 
mind other than the craving to consume her and complete their lovemaking. He 
knew he stood no chance of catching up to her in a lake—her being a professional 
swimmer from her years at the Cerulean Gym—but rational thinking was not on his 
side at the moment.

He swam inward for about half a minute, then tread in a still location to see if 
he could spot her. On a normal night, the lake would be too dark for anyone to 
see anything beyond several feet, but tonight, the cloudless skies and the full 
moon illuminated every droplet of water as though Mother Nature understood 
they'd be playing this game at this time. A glance to the south caught him her 
figure, still at least twenty yards away and rippling the water in his 
direction. She quickly turned and dove underneath, and he followed in similar 
fashion to continue giving chase.

Not having enough brain to think strategically at the moment, Ash stuck to his 
gut and swam straight for where he saw her last. When he finally surfaced at the 
spot where he last saw her, she seemed to have vanished from the lake. No signs 
of activity came from anywhere in the water and no one sat in their picnic area.

It took Ash a few good seconds before he finally noticed the waterfall splashing 
down a few feet from him. Knowing she couldn't have gone far and with nowhere 
else to look, he dove under and crossed the falls.

The moment his head came out of the water, his eyes widened at the sight that 
stood before him. The rocky walls that normally would have been plain to anyone 
but a geologist now were painted by shades of light and dark from the 
penetrating moonlight. The endless motion of the waterfall refracted the light, 
continuously changing the patterns on the rocks that made the artful figures it 
painted come to life with motion. But the most beautiful feature was the only 
true living creature in the secluded cavern, the figure he had called his wife 
for the past five years.

Ash froze staring at her. She sat on what he assumed to be a jutted out portion 
of the rock underwater with every part beneath her shoulder submerged. Her hair 
floated freely in the water, providing a fiery red pinch to complement its 
crystal azure. Her glittering blue eyes shone brightly through the moonlight, 
glancing at him with the same seductive stare he fell for so many years ago.

Misty leaned back against the rocky platform above the surface, spreading her 
arms out to the sides and tossing her head back as if she was flinging her hair 
loose. They were simple actions, but for Ash, who was on the brink of going 
berserk, they were the nothing short of divine.

Ash breast stroked his way to his wife, never taking his eyes off her. He 
reached her, then used both arms to grab the platform's edge and brought his 
face to an even level with hers. Slowly he traced a chain of kisses along her 
neck, receiving a few moans of satisfaction before reaching her lips. They 
locked themselves in a kiss of fire, a kiss so deep and passionate that the 
crisp, calm, and cool waters around them started to boil from the emitted 
flames. They had only been apart for minutes, but from the way they kissed, it 
felt as if they had just found each other after being separated for years.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as soon as they broke the kiss.

She gave him a grin at the compliment, one that never failed to bring a tingling 
feeling to her. Ever since the night they confessed their love, not a day had 
passed without him taking time out to admire her beauty. She was truly thankful 
for being blessed with such a wonderful soul mate, one who, even after all these 
years, still made her feel special every day.

He pushed himself against her, planting another kiss on her lips to let her know 
his yearn to finish what they started earlier. She read him and spread her legs 
to acknowledge his message, inviting him through her heart to take her. Unable 
to wait another second, he slowly impelled himself into her, letting a small cry 
of satisfaction escape from his larynx. He made sure he was all the way in 
before the pullback, then plunged into her again and repeated each sensational 
motion.

Instantly, the emotion that she had released earlier rushed back. A tiny gush of 
the cool lake water had been pushed in, giving her a crisp, temperate feeling 
when mixed with the rising heat his motions were causing. All her energy had 
been drained from their previous session, so she simply laid back and allowed 
the pleasure to come exclusively from him.

Her passiveness stirred up his desire even more, triggering him to express every 
affectionate emotion he had for her through this moment of love. Acting on 
instinct, he gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, each one bringing out 
more passion than the last from deep within his heart and soul. His need to 
finish what they hadn't earlier suddenly didn't seem so important anymore. Now 
he had a new goal: to take her to heaven with him every step of the way.

Ash watched Misty's eyes close as soft moans of pleasure started becoming gentle 
cries of love. Removing one arm from the rock, he placed it around her waist, 
pulling her perfect body against his. He really wanted to feel her presence, 
experience the sensual touch of her baby soft skin. In all the years they had 
been dating, the distance between never seemed to be close enough for him, 
regardless of how physically close they actually were. Often, Ash found himself 
wishing he could spend the rest of his life doing nothing more than holding her 
tightly. All he wanted to do forever was tell her and show her he loved her 
every moment of every day, but it was something that could never be done enough 
times.

As he continued quickening his pace, Ash glanced around once more, carefully 
trying to digest the scenery they had beautified with their lovemaking. The 
brilliant moonlight seeped through the waterfall, making the figure of his wife 
glow with radiance. The crisp splashes of the cascade itself provided a 
harmonious hymn that seemed to guide their dance. The water was still the way 
nature made it: clear and clean without a trace of impurity. Yes indeed, the 
surroundings were nothing short of perfect.

He could sense her body beginning to burn and soon after, his body as well. Both 
of them were close; he was initially finishing what they started and she was 
almost always incredibly sensitive. Five years of marriage, five years together 
under sacred vows were coming together at this very moment. If there was such a 
thing as heaven, it was within the walls of the cavern here and now.

Ash. Misty. Together as one. This was the way it should be. This was the way it 
is. This was how it always was. And this was how it always will be.

Tightly, he felt her squeeze, then cry at the moment of pure ecstasy as she 
reached her blissful climax for the second time that night. Her peak was too 
much for him, and in a flash of light, all suppression was lost. Every ounce of 
strength, every emotion of pure love he possessed burst out of him in a flowing 
release. Paradise had finally come to him, and he made sure to savor every 
moment with her in his arms. As the last of his fluids flowed deep into her, he 
released her from his grip and placed his hand back on the rock to make sure he 
didn't collapse on top of her.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear, trying to catch his breath

"I love you too," she replied, panting as well.

"Happy Anniversary, Misty."

She smiled back.

"May the next five years bring even more joy and happiness."

With those closing words the two shared another deep kiss in the cavern, sealing 
the chapter shut on another wonderful year together as man and wife.

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Well, that took me quite some time to write. Thanks for bearing with me until 
the very last word. As I mentioned before, this is a nostalgia-induced story, so 
depending on how long nostalgia lasts, I may or may not write something else. If 
you want to contact me for questions or comments, you can find my contact info 
on my website at http://IMdaBOSS66.50megs.com/