026 [Video/Action for Cherrygrove PokéCenter]

[soggypastry]

[Hi, Johto. Hve you been enjoying your...odd weekend? Hopefully so, because it's about to get weirder. Enjoy your view of Lightning hunched over a stove in the Cherrygrove Pokémon Center, stirring something in a pot. It's an odd sight, both with her hair twisted up into a messy bun and the fact that she's...actually cooking. Anyone who knows her knows that's not a good sign. Especially when she's starting to look a little bit frazzled.]

No, no, no...come on. Don't you dare burn.

[Yes, she's talking to her pot of...something. Unfortunately, this doesn't help her with the cooking and it's with a rather frustrated sound that she takes that pot off the stove, camera tracking her movements while she places it in the sink before scrubbing her face, leaving smears of chocolate down her cheeks as she takes a breath to regain her composure. Is she giving up? Not on your life.

She's just turning back to the counter, where there's enough ingredients for one more try along with a recipe book she's looking back at.]

You could always help, you know.

[A startled "Pika!" and...end feed. Spark still enjoys being Camera-chu, it seems.]

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[adamant]

[It's only by the time he's got both her boots off that he realizes she's been working on his, the arrangement a bit awkward with the both of them at each other's feet. With a small chuckle, he unfastens them himself, joining Lightning's on the floor. That done, he surveyed his handiwork.

Goodness, this woman has legs forever.

His gaze catches on the flash of silver at her belly where her shirt hitched up and he makes a noise, a bit wolfish, a bit inquisitive; he wouldn't dare press now, but one day he'll get that particular story out of her. Instead, he puts his hands at her hips and bows over her again, catching her by the mouth. His kiss is harder this time, more insistent, more demanding. Still, he tries not to get ahead of himself, even as the pads of his thumbs edge under the hem of her top. They have time, and lots of it. He intends to enjoy every last minute.]

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[soggypastry]

[Every last second of this is being burned into Lightning's memory: the feel of his hands on her skin, the taste of his kisses, and the scent of him as she puts both hands on his head so as to return that kiss with just as much need as he shows. She doesn't pull away when she feels his hands at her waist, but something shifts a notch regardless. Something that gives the still-terrified-of-this part of her mind pause.

Once her shirt comes off, there will be no hiding the scars. She'd do what it took to get them over and over again, but there's a part of her, however small, that doesn't want anyone to see them. The marks that designate her as terribly flawed, as someone who can't live up to what he wants her to be anymore than he thinks he can be what she needs, but if this is going to work, then he has to know. No secrets this big between them.

So, when she reluctantly pulls back from that kiss, she brings her hands down to his and nods. They have all the time in the world, yes, but she's ready for this. Or at least, as ready as she'll ever be, with the music calming her nerves and the knowledge that he loves her easing what worry is left. Scars shouldn't matter in the face of everything else they've been through.]