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It was early in the morning, and this certainly was not your bed.
A grey woollen blanket had been tossed over you while a Pyroar curled up at the end of the bed. The sound of a shower was heard in the distance. You sat up – taking in your surroundings once more. A studio flat; a one-room affair that showed age and apathy. You rubbed your eyes. The sun was not yet risen to above the city skyline, not that there was anything close to a view outside the window. You reached a hand to pet the pokemon, hearing a purr-like growl come from her.
Grisham's home… Where you had gone after meeting up with him in the Royale. You became aware of your lack of clothing and moved to toss on a shirt. Though, you soon realised it was his and not your own. A Litleo print was across the front. It was cute yet you felt embarrassed. Before you could remove it, however, the shower shut off. The door had been wide open, so you watched as the man emerged with a towel around his hips and hair soaking wet.
Your cheeks burned at visible bite marks along his nape and shoulders. Though, you found yourself entranced by his body in general. A trail of bright orange hair travelled from under his navel to what the towel hid. It was carefully groomed. Strong arms showed what carrying around various heavy things for his café had brought – and likely the effects of training such powerful pokemon. You were lost in his form. More hair was apparent on his chest.
His eyes were open. A hand came to cover his mouth as he laughed. You glared at him and shouted about the location of your clothes. He motioned to another pile. “The shower is all yours,” he stopped you, “… I assume it would be most pleasant.” You darted in past him, going to shut the door. “Darling, don't. This building gets mold from just thinking about keeping the door closed.” You begrudgingly accepted your fate and threw off his shirt finally. Seeing your own body in the mirror, you realised the bruising on your thighs and nape were prominent.
There was no denying what you had done with Grisham… And, oddly, you felt far more fine with that than you expected.