The Buddy System

“So, it might be time to implement a buddy system,” John says once you’re all back in your seats.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Opal chimes in about John’s new plan. You wonder what’s making her stay. She’s just met all of you, and hasn’t done anything to provoke Ashley. If you were her, you’d consider leaving a bunch of strangers to their struggle. Would you fight Team Rocket if it wasn’t your and your friend’s asses on the line?

“I’ll go with John,” she suggests. Oh yea, you’d almost forgot her new found infatuation with John. She must really like him to go this far, although you can’t really blame her. He’s pretty great.

“Ashley seems to really have it out for Amber, so I suggest Yuruki pairs with her. Since she’s the strongest trainer of us,” John continues.

“I think I can manage that,” Yuruki says. Your hurt ankle resting in her lap, as she rubs your calf.

“What is no one going to congratulate me?” Jack says as she appears at your seats. Her face looks a little confused.

You put out your arms for a hug, not being able to stand, “Yes, yes of course. Congratulations Jack, we all knew you could do it.” She leans down and hugs you, and before you separate you pull her in for a kiss.

“What happened here?” she asks, pointing at your leg a bruise already forming around your ankle.

“Well,” Yuruki starts, before launching into a retelling of your **** and rescue.

“What!” Jack interjects throughout the story. Jack wraps her arms around you as soon as she realizes where the story is going. She hugs you tight as if someone would take you away again.

“So we were just implementing a buddy system,” Daisy says.

“Of course,” Jack says, still holding you tight. “I’m not leaving A alone ever again.”

“Actually-“ John starts before Yuruki interrupts, “Sounds like a threesome then.”

Faeton’s voice drones on going on about the following matches. His delight even becoming more than a bit creepy when a forfeit occurs. You watch Jack’s match on your phone. It was almost better since you could hug and kiss her at each great move and victory she performed.

“You were amazing,” you cooed, kissing Jack again. “I’m sorry I missed it.”

“A, stop. You were being KIDNAPPED. I think you have a good excuse,” Jack says, giving you another peck on the lips.

“Still, isn’t there something I could do to make it up to you?” you flirt, brushing your hand up her thigh.

“And next up we have Ashley Ketchum of Celadon City vs Jamal of Blackthorn City,” Faeton announces. All of your conversations stall out as Ashley makes her way onto the battlefield.

“Maybe we should head out, while we know where she is?” Yuruki suggests, breaking the silence that overtook your group.

“Good idea,” you agree. Not really wanting to see any more of her today. Jack helps support you as your group leaves the stadium. As you get further from Ashley, physically and temporally, the cheer returns to your group.

The boys and Opal split off, while the rest of you stopped by the department store to grab some salves for your ankle. Afterwards, the group drops Daisy and Paris off at Daisy’s hotel room. Paris seems excited for even more sisterly bonding. Which then just left Yuruki, Jack, and yourself.

Yuruki suggests dinner, and is barely stopped from running off to grab food before you manage to remind her that you’re meant to be on a buddy system. “Oh right,” she says, coming back to you with a peck on the cheek. With your arms around both of your girlfriends, you make your way to a restaurant.

Yuruki keeps the wine coming, as the appetizer comes followed by the main course. Yuruki’s steak, Jack’s chicken Parmesan, and salmon for yourself. Although with Yuruki’s chaos playing across the table the 3 entrées become more communal rather than individual. You lean against Jack’s shoulder as Yuruki goes on and on about MPL, filling Jack in on everything she’ll need to know.

Just like any time in public plenty of strangers approach recognizing Yuruki. Her boisterous story telling making her hard to miss. But surprisingly more than a few approach to wish you and Jack luck in the tournament. Trying to give unsolicited advice against the upcoming matches, and plenty of selfies to go around.

And finally the dessert comes, a slice of cheesecake topped with a variety of berries and a delectable sauce. Yuruki throws all the extra forks away, they skitter across the floor without regard for the staff member who would need to find them. “Ooops, I guess I’ll just have to feed you,” she says with a mischievous grin. She slices through the tip, the red sauce dribbling down the tines with a blueberry balanced atop.

You open your mouth awaiting the appetizing bite, but at the last moment she diverts the trajectory slipping the first bite into Jack’s mouth. She moans and you sit upright, leaving your head’s resting spot upon Jack’s shoulder. “No fair,” you pout.

“Oh, I’m sorry did you want that bite?” Yuruki teases. “Here how about this one?” she offers the next bite, half a strawberry pinned to the fork. But just as the sauce drips on your lower lip, Yuruki pulls back taking the second bite for herself.

“Give me that,” you giggle reaching for the fork. Yuruki is too fast, and you stumble a bit threatening to fall from your chair. Jack catches you before you can fall to the floor. You puff out your lower lip, “Please Yuruki, may I have some dessert?” You clasp your hands pleading.

Yuruki bites her lip, “Mmm, begging will get you anything you’d like.” She slices off another bite and slowly places it against your tongue. You play it up, wrapping your lips around the metal tines, letting out an exaggerated moan. The following bites go similarly, with Yuruki making you beg for each bite.

Yuruki touches the bite to your cheek, leaving a cool dab of sauce against your cheek before giving you another bite. “A, you’ve got something right,” Jack moves to point before cupping your far cheek and licking the sauce from the other, “there.” Your skin prickles with excitement.

“I, um, I think it might be time for the check,” you suggest. Yuruki quickly shoots her hand into the air to wave down your waiter.