Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Waking the Sleeping Princess ❯ Chapter 2
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Waking the Sleeping Princess Part II
Peter
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Waking the
Sleeping Princess
By Kanna
Ophelia
Part Two
When
their lips finally parted, neither released their grasp. "Jesse..."
The name was a sighed caress, no hint of tears or petulance now.
She
smiled into the blank darkness, more aware of James' presence than she'd ever
been when she could see him. Jesse registered every slight sensation with an
intensity that almost hurt - his breath on her lips, her breasts pressed
against his chest, the hard heat against her thigh. It all spelled out the
future to her, if only she would reach out and claim it.
"There,
you see?" she whispered. "We don't need sight. All we need is
touch."
He
kissed her again, his lips wandering hungrily over her face this time, seeking
out the hollows of her cheeks, her eyelids. She gasped and let herself collapse
against him, her hands drifting up between them to find the laces of that
ludicrous dress.
There
was a sense of urgency about it. Jesse was afraid that if she didn't move
quickly, the moment would be broken and she would be plunged back into cold
reality. It took all her effort to struggle with the knots when all she wanted
to do was surrender to those burning kisses, but at last, with a final act of
will, she managed to snap the ribbons and pull the bodice of the dress down.
James
stepped away enough for her to maneuver the dress down over his hips, and they
heard it fall with a silken rustle to the floor. "Now you," he
suggested.
He
tried to pull the long nightgown over Jesse's head, but it caught over her
face. She began to laugh, half choked by the heavy fabric. "Let me, James.
I'm slightly less incompetent than you." She stepped away and pulled the
gown off, moving as quickly as possible. She could not shake off the eerie
feeling that once she stopped touching James, she would lose him somewhere in
the blackness. Finally, she succeeded in getting the heavy material over her
head, and her gown joined the pink dress on the invisible floor.
Jesse
and James simultaneously reached out, managing to find each other again. They
hugged tightly, and Jesse savoured the feeling of bare skin against bare skin.
Almost
bare, that was. She slid her fingertips carefully downwards until she met
fabric and then, more confident than she ever would have been if she could
actually see what she was doing, began to strip it away. Her fingers lingered
over the rounded flesh of his buttocks, then curved forwards to brush silken
rigidity.
James
sucked his breath in between his teeth before dropping his hands to urgently
pull her own knickers out of the way.
"Jesse?"
he asked softly.
"Mm?"
She snuggled her head against his neck, delirious with the contradictory,
beautiful textures of his erection under her fingers, the soft skin covering
pulsing hardness. One of his fingers slid inside her, sending a new explosion
of feeling through her. Her hand tightened in response, and she felt him grow
even harder.
"Jesse!"
He managed to regain control of his voice. "Do you have any idea where the
bed is?"
Jesse
glanced blindly around, seriously considering suggesting the hard wooden floor
instead. Somehow, the proceedings complicated by a mutual unwillingness to
actually let go of each other and by the fact that their underwear was still
tangled around their thighs, she managed to fall backwards across the bed,
rapping her thigh on one of the posts in the process. Giggling, light-headed
with joy and lust, she dragged her partner down on top of her.
"There
you go. Team Rocket is obviously unstoppable," she grinned.
"Omnipotent..."
She
was rather impressed that he knew the word. She wouldn't really have expected
it of him. "Invincible..." she tried.
Whether
because he'd run out of self-control or because he couldn't think of another
word, James kissed her instead. Jesse decided that complaining would be
counter-productive. She kissed him back instead, losing her fingers in his
silky hair while her legs wound about his.
This
time, when the need for air became too pressing, he buried his face under her
chin, kissing the hollow of her throat, locating the tiny pulse jumping
erratically under her sweat-slick skin. "S'nice," Jesse murmured, as
her stomach muscles clenched with delight.
He
didn't reply in words, but his mouth drifted downwards, raining kisses and delicate
nips in a path between her breasts. Agonisingly slowly, he used his lips to
feel his way up one rounded curve to latch his mouth onto the peak. He swirled
his tongue over the hardened nipple, and she cried out. Despite herself, she
pressed his head suffocatingly close against her, desperate for more
stimulation.
"Behave
yourself," James told her he had struggled away enough to breathe again.
He brushed her nipple with his tongue again, then abruptly bit down hard and
sucked. As the pain shot through her, Jesse felt the ache between her legs
explode into a gasping scream, that somehow made its way up and through her
lips as his name, wetness gushing at her core.
"I
wish I could see you, not just taste you, my beautiful girl," James said,
moving to the other breast.
Jesse
was beyond caring about sight. She didn't know which she needed most, to let
the exquisite sensations continue or force James to bring her towards a second
completion. She grabbed his head by the hair, trying to pull him up to be
kissed, but James gently unclasped her hands, depositing a kiss in each palm.
"Later,
Jesse. Let me love you first." He waited a moment to make sure she would
lie still, then she felt his mouth again, this time at the bottom of her
ribcage where her heart pounded desperately.
Jesse
felt immobilised by pleasure. She knew she had gone insane, that she couldn't
move, couldn't do anything but lie in delicious torture as the invisible touch
moved ever so tenderly downwards, lingering over her navel and the soft curve of
her stomach. Her body, however, had its own wisdom, her knees bending of their
own accord to draw up and separate her legs, her buttocks clenching to angle
her hips upwards. She could feel James' hands find and caress her legs,
encouraging her thighs to open still further, and tantalisingly brushing her
core. When she felt his breath touch the curls between her legs for an infinite
moment, Jesse thought the anticipation would kill her.
Finally,
he dropped his mouth, dragging his lips against super-heated flesh. Jesse could
hear her own voice in her ears, sobbing and pleading and ordering, but she
wasn't conscious of speaking, wasn't conscious of anything but her lover's
tongue slipping between her aching lips to explore her depths.
"James,
please. Please!"
He
finally consented to end the torture, moving his mouth a little upwards to find
the centre of her need. Jesse's head thrashed wildly on the covers, only James'
hands on her thighs holding her hips in place. She had never felt as feral as
she did when his tongue finally found her clitoris, annihilating her humanity
and reducing her to sheer pleasure. Fiery tendrils were travelling outwards
from the tiny spot, piercing downwards through her trembling legs, and
penetrating her stomach. When she finally came for the second time, the
intensity of the explosion seemed almost double that of the climax his mouth on
her breasts had given her, shaking her entire body.
When
her shivering had died down, James pulled his way back up her body. Jesse felt
for his head and forced him down to her, kissing him savagely.
"Jesse?"
The unspoken query hung between them.
"Anything
you want, James," she promised. The words sounded oddly in the darkness,
and Jesse felt a sudden chill. She had only meant to promise that she'd do anything
he wanted to bring him to his own climax, but in her pleasure-hoarse voice the
words sounded like a more serious vow.
"I
only want you." And she couldn't see James' face, but somehow he sounded
both more grave and more intense than the words alone would suggest.
They
kissed again, and she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach.
Instinctively, Jesse shifted position, winding her legs around his back as she
kissed him, and guiding him towards her with an accuracy that had nothing to do
with sight. She felt the delicious pressure and brief pain that always signaled
penetration for her, and held him tight and still for a moment as her internal
muscles stretched and clenched. Then the rhythm caught them both, and she rose
to meet him as he plunged into her again and again.
Friction,
deep touch and heady scents blended with the incoherent words whispered in her
ear, until Jesse was flying, unable to separate individual sensations. She did
not seem to climax as much as to melt, pleasure pooling in her body. James
strokes were already growing ragged, and soon he shuddered deeply and collapsed
against her, chanting her name under his breath.
"Thank
you," Jesse said softly, when they were lying side by side, their hands
clasped between them.
She
felt James turn his head towards her, his voice blurred by sleep. "Love
you."
For
many long moments, she was too thunderstruck to respond. Finally, she could not
speak, she could only turn her head to kiss him. She missed his mouth and
managed only a mouthful of perspiration-soaked hair, not even sure he was still
awake to feel her touch or guess at her meaning.
Somehow,
it didn't seem to matter. Jesse rolled over and settled against James, letting
sleep enfold her too.
R
When
morning came, Jesse feigned sleep, watching the red glow of light through her
eyelashes. In her ear, she could hear the soft, regular breathing of genuine
sleep. She knew she had a few minutes at most to decide exactly what she was
going to do about the night before.
She
felt the overwhelming urge to slip out of bed, grab her nightgown and go find
another room. If she pretended nothing had happened, Jesse could keep the
fairytale intact. She knew that if she never mentioned what had happened, James
would not dare. Last night would just be one perfect memory, and she wouldn't
have to deal with sorting out what it meant.
He
had said he loved her, but after all, she thought with a queer stab of loss, it
would be an unjust world if people were held to everything they said in
post-coital drowsiness. With a falling sensation in the pit of her stomach, she
remembered the way the promises they had whispered had sounded so significant
in the darkness, but she forced away the memory.
Cursing
herself for a coward, Jesse opened her eyes and sat up, prepared to quietly
make her escape. She didn't know what she expected to see beside her - a dent
in the pillow and blankets, perhaps - but what she saw was James, curled onto
his side like a small child. One hand lay on the pillow beside his head, and by
it gleamed a plain gold ring.
His
face was flushed, redness still outlining where tears had scalded his cheeks.
Long lavender hair was matted against his skin. James looked like nothing so
much as a little boy who had cried himself to sleep, young and vulnerable. He
also, she couldn't help noticing, looked startlingly beautiful. The curve of
his cheek and the fall of his lashes on his skin was exquisite. And the line of
his mouth - Jesse felt the hot blood in her face as she remembered certain
things about James' mouth.
It
was disorienting, staring at James like this, as if she had caught sight of her
own reflection and been attracted to without recognising it. He's so pretty.
It's no wonder, Jesse thought, that Brock was so eager to kiss him.
Moving
automatically to stroke back some of the damp hair about his face, she was
struck by the disloyal impulse to pick up the ring and slip it back on his
finger. She wanted, with sudden intensity, to return to the strange intimacy of
having only touch, not sight. After all, wasn't it obvious that he had been as
rocked by the experience as she was? And, added the treacherous, selfish
part of Jesse that had been given free reign for too long to silence it now, you
were right yesterday. Think of how useful an invisible partner would be. You
could have anything you wanted.
Jesse
reached out and took the ring, memories flooding over her. James had wept last
night, and she had promised not to let him down. How could she betray him? In
any case, could she really bear to wipe all this beauty out of existence, to
perhaps never see it again?
And
there was also the question of what she really did want.
She
tossed the ring across the room, and it landed among the folds of the pink
princess dress. Then she kissed James. It worked as perfectly as the feigned
fairytale had worked the day before. James sighed, and brilliant green eyes
opened languidly.
James
took in the fact that his partner was leaning over him, rather less encumbered
with clothes than usual, and his face suddenly lit up as he remembered the
night before. Jesse, gazing down at his radiant face, felt a melting sureness
that she had made the right decision. Euphoria swept over her.
"Good
morning, James," Jesse said, her own blue eyes crinkling with mischief.
"Is that better than being kissed awake by Brock?"
James
smiled back up at her. "No comparison." He reached up to touch her
face but paused halfway, taking in his own, clearly visible - and ringless -
hand.
"It
must have come off during the night. I threw it over in the corner
somewhere," Jesse said.
James
took in the facts that it was daylight, he was visible, and Jesse was still
very much in the bed with him. His smile, if possible, grew sweeter. "I
love you," he said, simply.
Jesse
felt sure she was sparkling from within. She couldn't answer him in those
words, not yet, but she hugged him so tightly he missed a breath. She relaxed
her grip, then, cuddling shamelessly against him and relishing the feel of his
smooth skin against hers.
James'
hand made lazy circles on her back. "We should find Meowth. And we should
let the museum staff go before someone manages to alert Officer Jenny," he
said absently.
"Mm-hmm,"
Jesse agreed. "Only - not just yet." She raised her head to meet what
she should have realised earlier were the most adorable eyes in existence, and
smiled.
He
grinned back at her. "Not just yet, no. First -"
But
his words were smothered in Jesse's mouth.
FINIS
Note - the magic ring in
"the Enchanted Castle" could only be removed a predetermined time
after being worn.
Gerald lost it in bed the night he first wore it.
princesskanna@hotmail.com
geovisit();
Waking the Sleeping Princess Part II
Peter
Normal
Peter
2
2
2001-08-30T12:4 0:00Z
2001-08-30T12:40:00Z
4
2083
11877
Trak Hire
98
23
14585
9.2720
< br>
Waking the
Sleeping Princess
By Kanna
Ophelia
Part Two
When
their lips finally parted, neither released their grasp. "Jesse..."
The name was a sighed caress, no hint of tears or petulance now.
She
smiled into the blank darkness, more aware of James' presence than she'd ever
been when she could see him. Jesse registered every slight sensation with an
intensity that almost hurt - his breath on her lips, her breasts pressed
against his chest, the hard heat against her thigh. It all spelled out the
future to her, if only she would reach out and claim it.
"There,
you see?" she whispered. "We don't need sight. All we need is
touch."
He
kissed her again, his lips wandering hungrily over her face this time, seeking
out the hollows of her cheeks, her eyelids. She gasped and let herself collapse
against him, her hands drifting up between them to find the laces of that
ludicrous dress.
There
was a sense of urgency about it. Jesse was afraid that if she didn't move
quickly, the moment would be broken and she would be plunged back into cold
reality. It took all her effort to struggle with the knots when all she wanted
to do was surrender to those burning kisses, but at last, with a final act of
will, she managed to snap the ribbons and pull the bodice of the dress down.
James
stepped away enough for her to maneuver the dress down over his hips, and they
heard it fall with a silken rustle to the floor. "Now you," he
suggested.
He
tried to pull the long nightgown over Jesse's head, but it caught over her
face. She began to laugh, half choked by the heavy fabric. "Let me, James.
I'm slightly less incompetent than you." She stepped away and pulled the
gown off, moving as quickly as possible. She could not shake off the eerie
feeling that once she stopped touching James, she would lose him somewhere in
the blackness. Finally, she succeeded in getting the heavy material over her
head, and her gown joined the pink dress on the invisible floor.
Jesse
and James simultaneously reached out, managing to find each other again. They
hugged tightly, and Jesse savoured the feeling of bare skin against bare skin.
Almost
bare, that was. She slid her fingertips carefully downwards until she met
fabric and then, more confident than she ever would have been if she could
actually see what she was doing, began to strip it away. Her fingers lingered
over the rounded flesh of his buttocks, then curved forwards to brush silken
rigidity.
James
sucked his breath in between his teeth before dropping his hands to urgently
pull her own knickers out of the way.
"Jesse?"
he asked softly.
"Mm?"
She snuggled her head against his neck, delirious with the contradictory,
beautiful textures of his erection under her fingers, the soft skin covering
pulsing hardness. One of his fingers slid inside her, sending a new explosion
of feeling through her. Her hand tightened in response, and she felt him grow
even harder.
"Jesse!"
He managed to regain control of his voice. "Do you have any idea where the
bed is?"
Jesse
glanced blindly around, seriously considering suggesting the hard wooden floor
instead. Somehow, the proceedings complicated by a mutual unwillingness to
actually let go of each other and by the fact that their underwear was still
tangled around their thighs, she managed to fall backwards across the bed,
rapping her thigh on one of the posts in the process. Giggling, light-headed
with joy and lust, she dragged her partner down on top of her.
"There
you go. Team Rocket is obviously unstoppable," she grinned.
"Omnipotent..."
She
was rather impressed that he knew the word. She wouldn't really have expected
it of him. "Invincible..." she tried.
Whether
because he'd run out of self-control or because he couldn't think of another
word, James kissed her instead. Jesse decided that complaining would be
counter-productive. She kissed him back instead, losing her fingers in his
silky hair while her legs wound about his.
This
time, when the need for air became too pressing, he buried his face under her
chin, kissing the hollow of her throat, locating the tiny pulse jumping
erratically under her sweat-slick skin. "S'nice," Jesse murmured, as
her stomach muscles clenched with delight.
He
didn't reply in words, but his mouth drifted downwards, raining kisses and delicate
nips in a path between her breasts. Agonisingly slowly, he used his lips to
feel his way up one rounded curve to latch his mouth onto the peak. He swirled
his tongue over the hardened nipple, and she cried out. Despite herself, she
pressed his head suffocatingly close against her, desperate for more
stimulation.
"Behave
yourself," James told her he had struggled away enough to breathe again.
He brushed her nipple with his tongue again, then abruptly bit down hard and
sucked. As the pain shot through her, Jesse felt the ache between her legs
explode into a gasping scream, that somehow made its way up and through her
lips as his name, wetness gushing at her core.
"I
wish I could see you, not just taste you, my beautiful girl," James said,
moving to the other breast.
Jesse
was beyond caring about sight. She didn't know which she needed most, to let
the exquisite sensations continue or force James to bring her towards a second
completion. She grabbed his head by the hair, trying to pull him up to be
kissed, but James gently unclasped her hands, depositing a kiss in each palm.
"Later,
Jesse. Let me love you first." He waited a moment to make sure she would
lie still, then she felt his mouth again, this time at the bottom of her
ribcage where her heart pounded desperately.
Jesse
felt immobilised by pleasure. She knew she had gone insane, that she couldn't
move, couldn't do anything but lie in delicious torture as the invisible touch
moved ever so tenderly downwards, lingering over her navel and the soft curve of
her stomach. Her body, however, had its own wisdom, her knees bending of their
own accord to draw up and separate her legs, her buttocks clenching to angle
her hips upwards. She could feel James' hands find and caress her legs,
encouraging her thighs to open still further, and tantalisingly brushing her
core. When she felt his breath touch the curls between her legs for an infinite
moment, Jesse thought the anticipation would kill her.
Finally,
he dropped his mouth, dragging his lips against super-heated flesh. Jesse could
hear her own voice in her ears, sobbing and pleading and ordering, but she
wasn't conscious of speaking, wasn't conscious of anything but her lover's
tongue slipping between her aching lips to explore her depths.
"James,
please. Please!"
He
finally consented to end the torture, moving his mouth a little upwards to find
the centre of her need. Jesse's head thrashed wildly on the covers, only James'
hands on her thighs holding her hips in place. She had never felt as feral as
she did when his tongue finally found her clitoris, annihilating her humanity
and reducing her to sheer pleasure. Fiery tendrils were travelling outwards
from the tiny spot, piercing downwards through her trembling legs, and
penetrating her stomach. When she finally came for the second time, the
intensity of the explosion seemed almost double that of the climax his mouth on
her breasts had given her, shaking her entire body.
When
her shivering had died down, James pulled his way back up her body. Jesse felt
for his head and forced him down to her, kissing him savagely.
"Jesse?"
The unspoken query hung between them.
"Anything
you want, James," she promised. The words sounded oddly in the darkness,
and Jesse felt a sudden chill. She had only meant to promise that she'd do anything
he wanted to bring him to his own climax, but in her pleasure-hoarse voice the
words sounded like a more serious vow.
"I
only want you." And she couldn't see James' face, but somehow he sounded
both more grave and more intense than the words alone would suggest.
They
kissed again, and she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach.
Instinctively, Jesse shifted position, winding her legs around his back as she
kissed him, and guiding him towards her with an accuracy that had nothing to do
with sight. She felt the delicious pressure and brief pain that always signaled
penetration for her, and held him tight and still for a moment as her internal
muscles stretched and clenched. Then the rhythm caught them both, and she rose
to meet him as he plunged into her again and again.
Friction,
deep touch and heady scents blended with the incoherent words whispered in her
ear, until Jesse was flying, unable to separate individual sensations. She did
not seem to climax as much as to melt, pleasure pooling in her body. James
strokes were already growing ragged, and soon he shuddered deeply and collapsed
against her, chanting her name under his breath.
"Thank
you," Jesse said softly, when they were lying side by side, their hands
clasped between them.
She
felt James turn his head towards her, his voice blurred by sleep. "Love
you."
For
many long moments, she was too thunderstruck to respond. Finally, she could not
speak, she could only turn her head to kiss him. She missed his mouth and
managed only a mouthful of perspiration-soaked hair, not even sure he was still
awake to feel her touch or guess at her meaning.
Somehow,
it didn't seem to matter. Jesse rolled over and settled against James, letting
sleep enfold her too.
R
When
morning came, Jesse feigned sleep, watching the red glow of light through her
eyelashes. In her ear, she could hear the soft, regular breathing of genuine
sleep. She knew she had a few minutes at most to decide exactly what she was
going to do about the night before.
She
felt the overwhelming urge to slip out of bed, grab her nightgown and go find
another room. If she pretended nothing had happened, Jesse could keep the
fairytale intact. She knew that if she never mentioned what had happened, James
would not dare. Last night would just be one perfect memory, and she wouldn't
have to deal with sorting out what it meant.
He
had said he loved her, but after all, she thought with a queer stab of loss, it
would be an unjust world if people were held to everything they said in
post-coital drowsiness. With a falling sensation in the pit of her stomach, she
remembered the way the promises they had whispered had sounded so significant
in the darkness, but she forced away the memory.
Cursing
herself for a coward, Jesse opened her eyes and sat up, prepared to quietly
make her escape. She didn't know what she expected to see beside her - a dent
in the pillow and blankets, perhaps - but what she saw was James, curled onto
his side like a small child. One hand lay on the pillow beside his head, and by
it gleamed a plain gold ring.
His
face was flushed, redness still outlining where tears had scalded his cheeks.
Long lavender hair was matted against his skin. James looked like nothing so
much as a little boy who had cried himself to sleep, young and vulnerable. He
also, she couldn't help noticing, looked startlingly beautiful. The curve of
his cheek and the fall of his lashes on his skin was exquisite. And the line of
his mouth - Jesse felt the hot blood in her face as she remembered certain
things about James' mouth.
It
was disorienting, staring at James like this, as if she had caught sight of her
own reflection and been attracted to without recognising it. He's so pretty.
It's no wonder, Jesse thought, that Brock was so eager to kiss him.
Moving
automatically to stroke back some of the damp hair about his face, she was
struck by the disloyal impulse to pick up the ring and slip it back on his
finger. She wanted, with sudden intensity, to return to the strange intimacy of
having only touch, not sight. After all, wasn't it obvious that he had been as
rocked by the experience as she was? And, added the treacherous, selfish
part of Jesse that had been given free reign for too long to silence it now, you
were right yesterday. Think of how useful an invisible partner would be. You
could have anything you wanted.
Jesse
reached out and took the ring, memories flooding over her. James had wept last
night, and she had promised not to let him down. How could she betray him? In
any case, could she really bear to wipe all this beauty out of existence, to
perhaps never see it again?
And
there was also the question of what she really did want.
She
tossed the ring across the room, and it landed among the folds of the pink
princess dress. Then she kissed James. It worked as perfectly as the feigned
fairytale had worked the day before. James sighed, and brilliant green eyes
opened languidly.
James
took in the fact that his partner was leaning over him, rather less encumbered
with clothes than usual, and his face suddenly lit up as he remembered the
night before. Jesse, gazing down at his radiant face, felt a melting sureness
that she had made the right decision. Euphoria swept over her.
"Good
morning, James," Jesse said, her own blue eyes crinkling with mischief.
"Is that better than being kissed awake by Brock?"
James
smiled back up at her. "No comparison." He reached up to touch her
face but paused halfway, taking in his own, clearly visible - and ringless -
hand.
"It
must have come off during the night. I threw it over in the corner
somewhere," Jesse said.
James
took in the facts that it was daylight, he was visible, and Jesse was still
very much in the bed with him. His smile, if possible, grew sweeter. "I
love you," he said, simply.
Jesse
felt sure she was sparkling from within. She couldn't answer him in those
words, not yet, but she hugged him so tightly he missed a breath. She relaxed
her grip, then, cuddling shamelessly against him and relishing the feel of his
smooth skin against hers.
James'
hand made lazy circles on her back. "We should find Meowth. And we should
let the museum staff go before someone manages to alert Officer Jenny," he
said absently.
"Mm-hmm,"
Jesse agreed. "Only - not just yet." She raised her head to meet what
she should have realised earlier were the most adorable eyes in existence, and
smiled.
He
grinned back at her. "Not just yet, no. First -"
But
his words were smothered in Jesse's mouth.
FINIS
Note - the magic ring in
"the Enchanted Castle" could only be removed a predetermined time
after being worn.
Gerald lost it in bed the night he first wore it.
princesskanna@hotmail.com
geovisit();