Alright. I really do apoligize. I had this decent story writen up for Roxy for the New Year's fic exchange organized by Blacky. Unfortunately, it's on my now dead laptop now. I hope to retrieve it somehow, if I can find an XP pro cd lying around. I left mine in my dorm room. So, I worked on another story, that's much shorter than the other one, and a lot less elaborate. In fact this one is just mush. It's got nothing going to it. It would almost be a pwp, but it's not. I rather put it in the mush category. Unfortunately, it's a bit similar to the one Roxy wrote for me. I didnt' notice that until I finished writing this, then reading hers. shouldn't have done that.
I'm not much for coupling or fanfiction. I haven't written pokemon fiction in age actually. So here's one more descent into POkmeon ship fiction. I wonder if there is a ship for the coupling I've done.
So this mediocre gift is for you, Roxy Parkington.
“Hey big bro, can you tell me what’s going on? Come on. It amn’t fair that only you get to see.” a little squeaky voice exclaimed. Without checking himself the twelve year old sputtered out “isn’t, not amn’t and now be quiet. I’m older and get to watch” and without hesitation returned to his high attic vantage point excitedly looking down upon their older brother kissing his girlfriend. Feeling the longing of youth, he impatiently wondered when he would be able to kiss a girl. That’s all his mind would allow him. Below him four or five of his younger siblings sat mumbling and grumbling about the cruelty and oppression of the older brothers and how they could lord it over them with such things as baths, and bed-time, and now even some sort of segregation that wouldn’t let them see what was going above them.
In a dramatic overly-exaggerated sigh, the twelve year old finally relented, while smiling inwardly, allowed the others to climb up as he climbed down, while exclaiming on the way down, “there you brats, go see. Geez.” In a scramble the others let up on top of the crates just to see the bedroom lights turning off a second later. The cadre of six to ten year olds taking that they had been gypped by their brother, looked at each other as though members of the deepest conspiracy, and in unison jumped their older brother, with their hands ready to tickle their oppressor. About time the despot got it. At least that’s what they would have thought, if they knew the meaning of the word despot.
Amid squirms, the boy simply named Griffin threatened the raving band of munchkins on top of him. “I’ll tell Brock.” Only to receive an all knowing reply of “Go ahead, we’ll tell him you were spying on him and May.”
In all the bustle of the tickling and the squirming, nobody heard the resounding steps up the attic ladder steps, nor did they hear the stern coughs sent their way. In fact, they seemed completely oblivious to the third party now that stood hunched and brooding over the eight of them, until two sturdy arms wrapped picked up two of the heavier ticklers by the belt loops of their pants. A collective quiet fell upon the kids as they stared into the stern face of Brock and the giggling face of May, half in the attic, half in the room below, still standing on the ladder.
Geoffrey and Jake, the two kids now struggling to get away from Brock’s grasp, found themselves suddenly dropped from his grasp, as he began talking, “What’s all this about you guys spying on May and me? What have I told you about doing such things, and more to the point why are you fighting? What have I told you about fighting?” without waiting for the response he continued, “that’s right, not to do it unless it’s fair. And this…is most definitely fair.”
Grinning he pounced on all of his little brothers and sisters, tickling them slowly. Hearing May laugh behind them, he rose and almost bounded to her. Without must effort or strain on his part, he lifted her off the ladder and into his arms, and staring deeply into her green eyes he spoke to the kids, “If you wanted to see what was going on between the two of us, you shouldn’t have just hidden away. Here we’ll show what was going on down there.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned in close whispering a few final words before his lips slipped softly onto hers. “May Oak, I love you with all my heart.”
The kids just stood there staring, as May broke away from the kiss first. Sighing in content, she whispered back, before losing herself in his embrace. “And I love you as well.”