Tom Ketchum (Sessile POV)

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“I challenge you,” Paul steps in front of you and Madison when you see the stranger in the tunnel.

He is gorgeous, raven black hair swept back, and a smile that could charm the devil. “Woah, you’ve got me,” he raises his hands, “That Dugtrio just wiped me,” he points to a large hole in the ground, “I swear he was just there.” He pulls out his wallet, grabbing a couple bills, “I guess I owe you, as forfeit? I assume you ladies too.” He winks holding out a handful of bills.

“You’re good, just protecting the ladies,” Paul pushes the other man’s hand away. “The name’s Paul. This is Maddy,” he says wrapping his arm around her, “And Sessile.”

“Sessile,” he says, taking your hand in his, kissing against your knuckles. Your heart flutters at the way he says your name, cherishing the whistle of the ess’s the flick of his tongue on the final syllable. “I’m Tom.”

“Tom,” you whisper. His eyes are full of fire, passion burning within.

“Well Tom, we’re heading through to Vermilion, if you’re interested in joining us,” Paul offers.

“I think I’d like that,” he says without taking his eyes off you.

“Wow, you have an Eevee!” you say kneeling down to pet his partner.

He looks down at you, and you blush realizing you’re knelt before him. Paul and Maddy already ran off to their room, she needed to shower and Paul followed her like a love sick Lillipup.

“He likes you,” Tom grins, “And I can see why.” He kneels down next to you, ruffling Eevee’s neck fluff. You’re not sure if it was an accident, but his hand brushes against yours.

“Oh yea?” you say, looking into his eyes, “And why is that?”

He smiles, that intoxicating smile, “Well, you’re smart, no brilliant is more apt.” He reaches out brushing your hair behind your ear. “Not to mention beautiful.” He leans in closer, and you follow his lead. Your lips meet his, and it’s electric, just the barest of touches. He pulls away, “You want to go down to the beach? Catch a water type, it might help against Petra.”

“The beach will be busy, everyone tries to beat Petra’s rock types with something they fished up. We should head over to route 6 and try to find a grass type.”

He smiles, “See, what did I say? Brilliant.”

“Or, you could evolve this guy. Vaporeon could work, Leafeon? Oh, I could probably get a hold of an ice stone, you want to be a Glaceon?” you ask Eevee, rubbing behind his ears.

“Let’s see about route 6, just in case I need a Flareon for Lily,” he gives you that smile again, filling your chest with a deep warmth.

You lean forward and kiss him again, “You know Glaceon would do good against Lily’s grass types too.”

“Brilliant,” he grins kissing you again.

“We can just wait for Paul and Maddy,” you start.

“They might be awhile, showering takes a lot longer with two people. How about we just leave a note with Nurse Joy, they’ll get it when they’re done and meet us there.”

“Look at you, brilliant as well.”

He grins, “Yea, but I doubt I look as good in a bikini.”

You blush, “Is that why you wanted to go to the beach?”

“Maybe,” he says kissing you again.

“Isn’t it fascinating? These pokemon with split evolutions. My Tyrogue, your Eevee, these little guys,” you point towards the Oddish that you each caught. “Do you think you’ll evolve yours into Vileplume or Bellossom?”

“I don’t know. I’m guessing whichever one you don’t,” Tom teases from where he’s eating his lunch by a tree.

You scribble a couple more notes in your notebook. You should see if Dad has any papers on split evolution. Wasn’t that kid in his lab studying Slowpoke? What was his name.. Elm? You might find some relevant data in his research. Maddy and Paul never showed up, you wonder if they got your message or not.

You glance over at Tom, and part of you is glad they didn’t show up. You close your notebook, and make your way to his side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you in close. He smells earthy, sandalwood and pine.

You bite your lip, looking up at Tom while he eats his edamame. You roll over, throwing one leg over Tom’s lap. “Why, hello.” You grab one of his pods, sucking the beans free. You kiss him, pushing the beans into his mouth one by one. He chews the beans, “And I thought I liked edamame before.” He empties another pod into his mouth, and takes his turn to feed you.

The bowl of soybeans fell away as the feeding became making out. You work with Tom’s pants allowing you to stroke his cock. His hands are warm as they run up your thighs, and under your skirt to where he can grab your ass. You massage his cockhead, your thumb rubbing along the underside of his head. He groans, kneading your ass, as you grind your hips, your panties separating your pussy from his cock.

He bites your lower lip, you moan as he moves to kiss your neck. You use your free hand to pull the crotch of your underwear aside, maneuvering until his dick slides inside you. “Sessile,” your name hisses from his mouth.

“Tom,” you moan back burying your face in his neck. His hands on your ass, guide your movements in his lap. Your fingers playing with yourself, the others running through his raven black hair. It’s not long until the two of you are cumming together, his seed painting your clenching vaginal walls.

He holds you, brushing your hair as you lay against his shoulder. “We should probably get back.” It is starting to get dark. When you get back to the pokecenter, Nurse Joy calls you over with a message. It was Maddy telling you that her and Paul went to the beach, and that they’d see you later.

“Over the next few weeks we beat Petra in Vermilion. And Arsenio’s poison gym in Saffron. From there we kept heading north to Cerulean, Madison wanted Paul to meet her mom. It was great. Tom was sweet,” you could taste the bile rising in your throat, “and helped with my research when he could. We caught so many Wurmple on route 25. And he met some people in a club in Saffron that sold him a Clamperl.”

You sip your tea, unsure how to even say the next part. Daisy hanging on your every word. She’s met him, so she has to know he’s not a good guy. But you’ve only ever told three people about this. Dad, Madison, and Paul. Oh, Paul. Your cup clinks against the saucer, you take a final breath to steady yourself.

“I loved him. I hate it, now, but there’s no denying it, I fell in love with Tom during those first few weeks together. Then in Cerulean, we had spent a day by the river. I found a Nincada climbing on the underside of Nugget Bridge. I was so excited and spent most of the day studying him. And then that night,” you feel like you’re about to **** on your tongue. “That night was the first time,” how could you be so stupid, for it to be a first time, not a last time, or an only time. “The first time Tom hit me.”