Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Waking the Sleeping Princess ❯ Chapter 1

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Waking the Sleeping Princess


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Waking the
Sleeping Princess

By Kanna

Warning: This was my first ever Pokémon fanfic,
and my first ever heterosexual fanfic to boot. Major sap warning.


The magic ring stuff is based on E.Nesbitt's
classic children's fantasy, The Enchanted Castle. Basically, the rin's power is that it is
whatever it is said to be… And remains so for several hours.


"Why
are we leaving now, Misty?" Brock whined. "We have to turn the poor
princess back visible!" Visions of the princess melting gratefully into
his arms were playing in his head, and he was understandably reluctant to
surrender them. My hero, she whispered in his imagination. And so
handsome, too
. Brock smiled dreamily. Maybe she'd want him to kiss her
again…

"Brock!"
Misty was beginning to lose her temper. "When will you get it into your
thick head that - that creature - isn't an enchanted princess? It's James!"

"More
like an enchanted queen," Ash muttered, joining Misty in shoving Brock
towards the castle entrance. The would-be pokémon master was feeling distinctly
off-colour. He didn't usually notice girls. But the "princess" had
been, well… And if Brock hadn't beaten him to it, Ash would have kissed James.
On the mouth… It may or may not have comforted Ash to know that more or less
the same thoughts were running through Misty's head.

"You
mean - I kissed -" Brock paled. "But - James doesn't have golden curls,"
he said, trying to pull together the shreds of his fantasy.

A
long, and rather unconvincing, blonde wig appeared out of nowhere and hit him
with unnecessary force.

"Oh,
no." Brock showed no further resistance as his younger companions
maneuvered him outside.

"It's
none of our business," Misty said as the door swung shut behind
them. It wasn't as though she believed James was really invisible. This was
just some stupid trick of Team Rocket's, like the entire 'princess sleeping for
a hundred years' thing. Misty had known there was something not quite
right with the princess. She'd just been distracted by the fact that the
princess was almost as well-endowed as Prima…

Misty
shuddered and shook herself. She couldn't believe she'd nearly risked coming
out to the boys over James in a dress… She hated Team Rocket. Really, really
hated them. Even Jesse…

"Let
Jesse deal with him," she said, firmly.

R

Jesse
was finding it testing to have an efficient tantrum at someone she couldn't
see. Batting her fan about in empty space didn't have the same satisfying
effect as actually crashing it down on someone's head. But James was taking
full advantage of his invisibility, and was staying out of his partner's reach.

"I
told ya morons dis stupid plan wouldn't work," Meowth announced, unwisely
considering Jesse's current mood. She immediately stopped trying to assault her
human teammate, and turned on the cat pokémon instead.

"There
was nothing wrong with my plan!" Jesse shouted, punctuating her words with
fan slaps. "Those idiots were falling into it like little lambs - Brock
was practically drooling all over James -"

"What's
wrong with kissing me, anyway?" whined James, from somewhere behind
Jesse's left ear.

"Don't
get me started," she snapped, kicking out. By a miracle, she caught what
felt like a shin with the heel of her boot. Jesse spun in the direction of the
resultant wail and opened her mouth to tell James off properly, for spoiling
her plan with his stupid 'This magic ring will turn me invisible' speech.

With
the words already on her lips, she hesitated. Bashing Meowth into
near-unconsciousness had relieved Jesse's feelings somewhat, and she was
capable of assessing the situation more calmly and sympathetically.

The
ring trick was actually pretty good for a spur-of-the-minute improvisation.
None of them could have known that the bloody thing actually was magic, or that
it wouldn't come off. She could still hardly believe he wasn't faking it.

Besides...
There was probably nothing wrong with kissing James, not that Jesse ever had a
chance to find out. He definitely had looked rather enticing in that dress… She
wondered uneasily if James' ready participation in the scheme had been less the
chance to wear the pink silk dress, and more the fact that Brock was the most likely
twerp to kiss a sleeping princess awake.

Surely
not. I've never caught any hint of feeling towards that hormonal little
good-two-shoes before.
Jesse tried to imagine James with Brock, and failed. She
knew he wasn't entirely straight - she had been in the bike gang with
him - but…. Brock? She couldn't credit the idea. His petulance was probably
just offended vanity. Still, if he might be suffering from rejection, I
should try to be nice for once,
Jesse decided, with an unusual burst of
generosity. He is my best friend…

"Look,"
she started more gently. "Brock thought he was kissing awake a real
princess, who would marry him and give him half a kingdom. It had to be a shock
when she turned out to be you in a wig."

"Probably
give him nightmares for weeks," said Meowth from his battered heap on the
floor. Jesse couldn't repress a snigger at the memory of the little sleaze's
reaction. James gave something sounding like a sob.

Oh,
God
,
thought Jesse, He really does like Brock. She wondered why she didn't
like the idea.

She
moved into sympathetic mode. ""It may not be so bad," she said,
as sweetly as she could. "Just think of how much more easily we can steal
pokémon if people can't see you. All you have to do is watch Pikachu until he
gets a few steps away from Ash, then rush in and shove the little rat under
your skirt."

In
response, there was the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards the
chamber door, which slammed.

Jesse's
temper flamed. Didn't the ungrateful brat know she was trying to be nice? She whirled
on Meowth.

"See
what you've done with your insensitive comments about Brock?" She prepared
to hit the scratch cat for six.

"What's
Brock got to do with anything?" Meowth shook his head, as if to clear it.
It might have been confusion, or just the fact that Jesse had nearly concussed
him with the fan. "Look, Jess, who was the one the one telling him how
great it is he's invisible?"

"So?
I was trying to cheer him up."

"Jesse,
James is nearly as vain as you are." Jesse raised her fist, and Meowth
backed away towards the door. "Just imagine if you could never see
yourself in a mirror again. You'd lose your true love." The pokémon raced
out the door while Jesse was still immobilised by shock at the thought of the
world being forever denied her beauty.

Her
eyes filled with sympathetic tears. Poor James. He must be upset. He was very
nearly as pretty as Jesse was.

R

Jesse's
sweetly empathetic mood lasted about five minutes, after which time she decided
she had wasted enough time trying to hunt down her partner and be nice to him.
He and Meowth were obviously off sulking somewhere.

She
decided not to bother untying the castle staff yet. They could just as easily
stay put until morning. It seemed so long since she had a decent chance to
bathe and sleep in comfort. She wasn't going to throw away the opportunity just
because her companions were a little touchy.

Of
course, it meant risking Ash and his little friends calling the nearest Officer
Jenny in to rescue the prisoners. Jesse wasn't particularly worried about the
possibility. She figured that any kids stupid enough to believe James in a
dress was a princess were also too dense to deduce that their "enchanted
castle" was really a cheap tourist trap.

Jesse
scribbled a note explaining her decision to her companions, should they show up
in the "magic" chamber again, and went in search of food and a bath.
Hours later, having soaked in scented water until her white skin shimmered with
the perfumed oils she'd looted from the staff quarters, Jesse slipped into a
long white nightdress. It was really a princess costume, stolen from the same
wardrobe that had furnished James with his own princess get-up, but it made a
beautifully romantic nightgown. She wished James was around, so that she could
show it off.

Scorning
the spartan staff dormitories, she took over one of the display rooms, with a
velvet-draped four-poster bed, and settled to sleep . Now, this is this
life,
Jesse thought, as sleep claimed her. This is more like I deserve.
Wish I really was a princess.


R

She
awoke to a well-known voice frantically calling her name. Jesse struggled to
something like half-consciousness and sat up. She couldn't even detect the
posts of the bed - the windowless inner chamber was in complete darkness.

"Whasherong?"
she managed to call back.

There
was a pause, then running footsteps, and her door creaked open. It was uncanny,
seeing light suddenly flooding behind an opening door, yet with no sign of the
person manipulating it. Illogical fear pulled Jesse fully awake. An invisible
partner, amusing as it seemed when the sun was up, was not at all the same
thing in a barely-lit room.

"Jess?
Are you in here?" A familiar whining tone, edged with something else.

Stupid
to be afraid, when it was, visible or not, just James - hardly the most
intimidating person in the world. Especially when he sounded like he'd been
crying. Jesse's conscience, which was all the more powerful because it rarely
raised its fist, smote her heart. She swung her legs out of bed, and moved
cautiously towards the open door.

"James?"
she asked uncertainly, groping blindly. Her fingertips brushed something soft,
and she managed to get her arms around a silk-clad waist.

Typical, she thought,
despite her relief at not having to talk to blank air. He's not going to
give up that princess dress unless someone tears it off him.


Now,
that was an interesting image. Jesse was taken aback at her reaction to the
thought, torn between an unexpected rush of pleasure and the unpleasant thought
of Brock doing the tearing off.

"Jesse.
I couldn't find you." James' own arms slid around her back, and he pressed
his warm, tear-wet face against hers.

She
didn't know how to react. Part of her felt warmed and happy at the feel and
scent of James in her arms. The other half could see, in the dim light of the
doorway, her arms curving around exactly nothing, and wanted to shriek with
terror. Fortunately, Jesse's habitual response to distress was to cling to
James, and she was already in the perfect position.

Which
was part of her problem. She realised, to her mild dismay, that underneath all
the mixed horror and compassion she was feeling, she was becoming ever so
slightly aroused.

Jesse
shut her eyes tight against the sight of her apparently empty arms, and tried
to focus on being reassuring. "It's okay, I'm here," she said, in the
same caressing tones she would use to soothe Arbok if she was fractious. She
tried to combat the fact of James' invisibility by focusing on touch and scent
to be sure he was there, but she realised immediately she was making a mistake.
He just felt too nice, snuggled up against her…

Appalled
at her own lack of gallantry, Jesse tried hard to focus on what James was
feeling rather than her own ricocheting emotions.

"Jess
-" He was quiet for a moment, sniffling a little, then seemed to summon
his courage. "You and Meowth wouldn't really leave me like this, would
you? I know it would be useful, but I couldn't bear -"

"Ssh.
It's okay," she said again. "We'll work this out, even if we have to
hack your finger off." It wasn't, on reflection, the most reassuring thing
she could have said. But Jesse had never been known for her tact, and the
combination of James' proximity, sleepiness and the whole weird situation was
affecting her ability to think straight.

James
pulled away slightly, and tipped up her chin. She knew he was trying to look
into her eyes. Even though the idea of eyes she couldn't see gazing into hers
made her want to scream, she courageously lifted her lashes and fixed her gaze
at the spot where she guessed his face would be.

"You're
scared of me like this, aren't you?" he asked quietly.

It
wasn't what she was expecting to hear, and she was too slow to control the flow
of shamed blood to her face. James immediately dropped his hands and pulled out
of Jesse's clasp.

"Oh,
James, I'm sorry. It just takes getting used to -" Bloody hell, he's going
to walk out of here., and I have no chance of finding him like this.
With
no real thought other than preventing her partner's escape, Jesse reached out
and slammed the door closed.

Darkness
snapped shut around them, like a trap. Jesse began to laugh hysterically,
waving an invisible hand in front of her own face. "There, James, we're
even. You can't see me either. Are you scared?"

There
was silence, and then Jesse felt a hand grasp her shoulder, and she was pulled
awkwardly back into James' embrace. She settled contentedly into the familiar
pose, somewhat relieved to find under her hands the contours of James' own
chest, albeit covered in silk, rather than the padded bra she had half
expected.

"Well,
I can't see you, but I'm not scared of you," James eventually said,
sounding a little more cheerful. "You probably couldn't see to hit me,
anyway."

"I
don't need to see you to hit you," Jesse snapped. "I can still feel
you." She proved her point by running her hands down his chest.

When
her fingers brushed his hips, she suddenly realised what she was doing. If she
moved her hands a fraction closer to each other, they would touch... Jesse
thought hard about what lay under the heavy skirts. Dear God. She froze,
but did not remove her hands.

For a
moment James seemed equally petrified. Then he relaxed against her. "I can
feel you too," he whispered, and ran one hand up her back and over her
shoulder, to find her face and tilt it towards his. His mouth quested
tentatively over her face until it located her mouth, and softly covered it.

The
movement of James' lips was hesitant, almost chaste, but the soft pressure sent
hot arrows towards Jesse's groin. She was momentarily confused, remembering her
own fantasies about James having a thing for Brock, but then she decided she
didn't care. There was no way she was going to ignore this or push him away,
like a shrinking virgin, and risk it never happening again. Not with wetness
pulsing between her legs at a single kiss. Besides, he needs his mind taken
off the ring
, she self-righteously told herself. Digging her hands hard
into his hips, she yanked James even closer against her.

His
lips parted in surprise, and she took advantage of the opportunity, insinuating
her tongue between them. Behind the smooth, hard teeth, his mouth was like warm
velvet, impossibly soft and pliant. There was a dazed pause before James began
to kiss her more passionately in return. He sucked her tongue deeper, as one
hand left her chin to tangle in her hair, and the other clutched her as tightly
as she was holding him.






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