Back in the day I used to view Kalosshipping as "friends to lovers" but nowadays I'm more keen on viewing them as "friends to years-long situationship where Serena would unplug someone's life support to charge Calem's phone but freezes if someone asks if he's her boyfriend."
what if leaf and serena kissed,, wouldnt that be awesome,,,
I LOVE THIS they absolutely should kiss
You know I have like, a headcanon on their first kiss ;)))))
I like to think--in terms of in the Pokemon universe, that they probably met up when Leaf was headed into Kalos on vacation and to sight-see, she tries to order some dessert but her Kalossian is horrendous. In comes Serena who helps Leaf out and they end up chatting and talking and getting to know each other. Serena ends up becoming Leaf's like, not tour-guide, but like just someone who shows her around--okay maybe tour guide but like more intimate and friendly? idk
And then like the more they spent time with each other the more they developed feelings. I think Leaf is pretty confident and is able to catch onto what's going on, so she definitely makes the first move.
They're looking up at the night sky probably on the balcony of Leaf's hotel room and Leaf just confesses first and it's like, "My vacation is nearly over, and I've had such an amazing time spending it with you here in Kalos and I just really need to get this off my chest: I have feelings for you and I kinda don't want to leave"
And obvs Serena confesses back like, "I like you too. I don't think I've met anyone else who is as incredible and fun and interesting as you."
AND THEN
THEY
SMOOCH
Very very sweet cute kiss that ends with them giggling and then heading inside to kiss some more <3 <3 <3
As great as the player customization in XY is, it does bother me that Serena's options allow her to go from "girly pop femme" to "butch who runs McDonalds like the navy" while Calem's options don't even bother going that far.
But meanwhile, Calem in that one quiz book is like:
Not even Lysandre stands a chance when faced with Serena’s shades 😎✨ You could say they both have a real flare for the dramatic
(A part of my "What if game verse Serena was the ZA protag" a ZA re-imagining fanfic, International Celebrity Ruins Everything | Read on AO3 here: Link)
She knows she has lost the second both attacks make contact.
Her gallant Greninja falls to a Leaf Blade to the chest. Her spirited Sylveon is unable to dodge the final Flash Cannon. Both 'Mons receive their hits and fall hard, kicking up a cloud of earth once they tumble to the battlefield. The surrounding audience roars in shock, awe, and wonder — a cacophony of noise as the dust stings her eyes.
And suddenly her world is thrust into slow-motion, each second feeling agonizingly long as the clouds covering her side of the arena gradually dissipate. Anticipation clenches at her stomach until she feels sick. Once the dust finally settles she lays eyes on what she had been dreading.
Greninja and Sylveon have fainted. Fallen friends unable to battle. A match lost and done, victory having disappeared like smoke slipping from her fingers.
And the second she can see it with naked eyes, the weight of Serena's failure hits her like a falling rock.
Across the battlefield is the victor, the audience showering her in applause. Dawn Perlman has has done her homeland proud, a true gem of Sinnoh standing in the spotlight. Her final two Pokemon, a frustratingly sturdy Empoleon and Leafeon, look no worse for wear after such a harsh battle. They go back to their master's side like it's just another day, the noise of the restless crowd filling every corner of the stadium.
And as the moments pass, Serena has nothing to do but recall her Pokemon. As Greninja and Sylveon return to their Pokeballs in a flash of light, she ignores the persistent feeling of pressure forming behind her eyes. The temptation to fall to her knees and crumple presses at her, but the reality that the camera's are still on presses even harder. The weight of representing Kalos on the world stage is impossible to ignore.
She doesn't plaster a smile on her face — she doesn't think she can — but she does force herself to look up and meet her opponent's eyes.
Dawn is short, youthful, and fond of cute pink coats — yet her being a few years older than Serena certainly explains her insane battle prowess. Her reputation as a teen genius battler who swept the Sinnoh League at the tender age of thirteen rings as true today as it did all those years ago. Her face is stoic and unmoving, though she looks just the slightest bit bothered by the noise in the stadium.
When Dawn and Serena lock eyes, the Sinnohan gives her a firm nod, a respectful gesture despite everything.
A match is a match, Serena reminds herself, taking breaths to steady herself before returning Dawn's motion with one of her own.
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now you're seeing things that you'd lost sight of.
The PWT's Green Room is a vaguely lounge-like space meant for participants to relax in before and after matches, though the comforts of the black and white furniture are cold to the touch.
Serena sits on a lumpy couch with head hanging low, a nagging tension building in all her joints and inside her head. She wants to scream, she wants to cry, but for the life of her she can't and she doesn't know why. Is it because a part of her is even semi-consciously aware that anyone can walk in at any moment? Or is it because now — after all the stress that came with prepping, training, and traveling for the Pokemon World Tournament — she just can't? Is she truly that dead inside?
In her hand she holds a paper cup half full with water, a sad attempt to calm herself before she eventually crushes the damn thing and throws it against a wall. The crumpled cardboard falls on the floor with a pathetic little thump.
The pain in her head stings as she looks up. Mounted on the walls are several TV screens playing both live coverage of the tournament and post-match interviews, which she forces herself to look at for a much-needed distraction.
Unsurprisingly, Dawn Perlman's post-match comments catch Serena's attention first. The Sinnohan handles the press well, standing strong and sturdy with her hands on her hips. Her steely demeanor doesn't fade under a barrage of camera lights and reporters just trying to do their jobs.
Most of the questions are superficial, as there are only so many ways to verbalize a reply to "How do you think you did in that match?" but one reporter in particular makes a particularly deep cut.
"Miss Perlman, how did you hold it together when the Kalosian Champion did not?"
The question makes Serena tense in her seat, a nervous pang now clenching at her stomach as she watches the Sinnoh Champion think her answer through.
Dawn's eyebrows furrow as she breathes in and out, clearly taking her time to make the right response. "I have no answer to that. I just try to do my best on the day under the circumstances and I'm sure Miss Johanssen did the same."
Serena sighs as the interview ends and the TV feed cuts to commercial. Perhaps that was the best reply possible. No bullshit, no beating around the bush, just the truth. Maybe the bluntness of Dawn's Sinnohan accent makes the words feel harsher than they really are.
In lieu of anything else to look at, Serena looks to the other wall-mounted TV and watches the current match.
Selene Luna, the Alola region's first ever Champion, is suffering a similar loss. Ethan Golding of Johto and Kanto delivers a series of devastating hits to the younger trainer, his Feraligator and Heracross easily decimating poor Selene's Decidueye and Mimikyu.
Like Dawn, Ethan's team delivers a similar brutal barrage of attacks. Type match-ups are one thing, but time-tested skill and tactics prove to be a whole other.
But it's perfect, Serena thinks, because Ethan eliminating Selene in the first round means that he'll go up against Dawn in the semis. Which is fitting, because even Serena can remember years ago when a hotshot young trainer in Johto was rising to prominence at the exact same time some whiz kid in Sinnoh was treating the gym challenge like a walk in the park.
Having Dawn and Ethan face off at one point or another wasn't just good for the pride of Sinnoh and Johto, but for showmanship of the Pokemon World Tournament. Surely, the two history-making trainers eventually having a showdown would bring in a record amount of viewers and publicity to the event.
If Serena had been watching the match in the stands, she would be cheering and screaming until her throat gave out. But as she lays eyes on the television and watches Mimikyu fall to a well-timed Shadow Claw, she feels nothing.
Eventually the door of the Green Room opens and in walks a Nurse holding a tray of Pokeballs.
Serena's eyes remain on the screen as the Nurse walks over.
"Thank you for waiting, here are your Pokemon," the Nurse says.
Serena doesn't look them in the eye as she retrieves her team and slips their balls back into her bag.
"Thank you."
On TV Selene's Decidueye is defeated by Heracross's Aerial Ace, which prompts Serena to finally stand. She doesn't waste time and simply picks up the crushed paper cup before throwing it into the trash.
"Sorry for the mess," she says as she leaves the room.
Serena averts her gaze from the aftermath of the match. She doesn't even see it, yet she can perfectly envision the way the light would leave poor Selene's eyes as the weight of loss begins to settle on her young shoulders.
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leaving them behind.
Serena locks herself in her hotel suite the second she gets there. She removes her clothes and make-up on the way to the bathroom. Under the shower she's alone, as bare and vulnerable as the day she was born while a steady stream of water pours down from above. She closes her eyes and stands with her head pressed against one of the walls, letting the sound of droplets and heat of the water fill her senses.
She feels like drowning, filled by nothing but the desire to drift further down until she can see, feel, and hear nothing.
And it's only now in some hotel bathroom, completely alone, that Serena lets herself cry.
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and i'll run to your side when your heart is bleeding.
Serena exits the bathroom clad in a robe, too tired to do anything more than run a towel through her hair and let it air-dry. She tucks her discarded day clothes back into the open suitcase she didn't have time to completely unpack. Looking at it now makes her wonder if she could just take it all in and leave, shirking any other Champion-related PR duties to hop on the next flight to home.
As she puts her Pokeballs away she sees one of them shake, a telltale sign that one team member in particular is not keen on letting her be completely alone.
So she lets out her Sylveon in a flash of light and it hops onto the floor. There's a sad look on his cute face as he walks up to her bare feet — it's not pity, but rather worry.
Serena looks the Intertwining Pokemon in the eye, letting the silence between the two hang in the air for a second. Then Sylveon extends a feeler towards its master. Its ribbon-like appendage wraps around her hand, a gesture meant to comfort.
As sweet as the notion is, Serena still feels numb. With a sigh, she kneels down towards her valiant prince and kisses him on the forehead.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
And before anything else can happen, Serena hears a knock on the door.
Confused, she stands and checks the clock on the wall. It's not late, as the sun above the Driftveil port is just beginning to set, the late afternoon gradually shifting towards the early evening. But it's not exactly early in the evening either.
Serena isn't expecting anyone. Before she can even ponder a guess of who it may be, she's walking to door and pulling it open.
Standing on the other side is Calem — tall, dark, and Kalosian, and with the usual reserved, somewhat stoic look on his face. He's still wearing that same blue bomber jacket that he always sports, a trademark of his that he evidently brought all the way to Unova.
Normally the presence of her best friend would bring a smile to Serena's face. But as of now she lacks the energy to even greet him properly.
"What do you want?" she asks blandly. She notices what he's holding — a pizza box in one arm and a paper grocery bag in the other.
Calem is unfazed by her insolent tone. "I got dinner," he replies, gesturing to his cargo.
Serena rolls her eyes. "And?"
"I'm looking for someone to have it with."
The temptation to scoff tugs at her, as she was only a few seconds away from greeting the loneliness like an old friend and spending the night alone, yet after a moment she steps aside and lets him in.
Calem enters the room, his Vaporeon following by his feet. Once it spots Serena's Sylveon in the suite's main space, it rushes over and the two Eeveelutions greet each other like it had been three-thousand years since they last met.
Serena goes to the bedroom as Calem puts down his loot, shutting the door before changing into whatever comfy clothes she can find. She opts for shorts and an old sweatshirt with the Kalos League logo over the heart. How apt, she thinks when she catches sight of herself in a mirror.
Returning to the suite's main living area, Serena sees what Calem has brought. The spread is more than delectable — pizza, a salad of greens and berries, a box of breadsticks, and a six pack of beverages best consumed by adults. The savoury scent of it wafts through the room and makes Serena realize just how hungry she really is.
But as enticing as the meal appears, Serena just has to wonder why Calem's even here. Sure, he had definitely been in the crowd during her disastrous match and witnessed the chaos from start to finish, but considering that he has his own tournament to worry about she'd expect him to be more productive with his spare time. He has a match tomorrow afternoon that she's sure he would want to prepare for, yet here he is unpacking food in her hotel suite.
As she eyes him carefully she keeps expecting him to comment on the Donphan in the room, the weight that had been hanging over her head for the last few hours. As much as she doesn't want to hear it, a part of her is braced for the fire. She's ready to hear him bring up everything she did wrong in the match and everything that Dawn did right, thus proving the rumours that the Kalos Champion isn't actually that strong in the grand scheme of things and only lucked her way into her position five-or-so years ago.
But Calem doesn't say any of that. Instead he takes off his jacket and sets it aside like it's just another normal hangout. "The food's really greasy here," he says instead, placing the pizza box on the suite's lone table.
"Yeah, Unova's like that."
Serena is shameless as she takes one of the bottles from the six-pack and cracks it open on the table's edge, which Calem notices. She's relieved as hell to find that the drink is cold.
"Couldn't wait?"
She sighs as the brew inside foams and spills over onto her hand. "It's been one of those days."
She takes her first sip. Thankfully it's not as watery as most mass-produced Unovan pale ales are known to be, the slight bitter bite being just what she needs on a night like this. But it's not particularly strong either, though perhaps she'll think differently after drink two or three.
Calem opens the pizza box, revealing a rather delectable looking pie — deep-dish and topped with mushrooms, green peppers, onions, and the perfect amount of shredded Bouffalant cheese. The savoury scent in the room only intensifies from there.
As she takes another sip, Serena reaches for another bottle and holds it out to Calem — he shakes his head at her offer and instead reaches for the pizza.
"Are you sure you don't have anywhere better to be?" Serena asks, putting the unopened bottle aside. "I'm sure some Unovan girls would go crazy for the…" She pauses, smirks, then looks him up and down. "…tall brooding Kalosian guy with nothing better to do."
Calem looks annoyed at her description. "I'm not brooding."
She rolls her eyes as she takes another pull of her drink, growing fonder and fonder of the ale's crisp flavour.
Across the space Serena sees her Sylveon prance to the suite's sliding glass door, Calem's Vaporeon following. Unlike their owners, the Eeveelutions get along a little more smoothly. Sylveon rests on the carpet with a doofy smile on its face, happily offering Vaporeon a chance to play, which the Bubble Jet Pokemon accepts. The two roll on the floor, lightly wrestling and nipping at each other without a care in the world.
It almost brings a smile to Serena's face. At least someone in this suite seems to having a good time.
Calem lifts his slice of pizza up to his mouth, but pauses just short of actually biting it. His face tenses for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. He looks pained and conflicted for a second, then glances in her direction, eyes softened.
"I… I just thought you wouldn't want to be alone," he tells her, his voice lowered, like he's confessing a secret.
His words come to her gently, caressing her like gentle ocean waves.
She takes a breath, realizes that this might be the closest they'll get to actually discussing what happened on the battlefield that day, and exhales.
"Thank you," she says, and they drop the topic from there.
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like wind through your hair on a summer's night.
The two spend the night on the balcony curled up on fancy chaise-lounges that seem better suited for warmer weather, bringing their dinner along with them. They watch the sun setting over Driftveil, the light casting the partly cloudy sky into an explosion of orange, pink, blue, and grey. From where they are they can also see the city's main port, where barges and boats come in and out while cranes of all kind stack and unstack an endless amount of shipping crates.
They talk, but not about her battle. Instead Calem speaks of the other trainers he's met while mingling between matches. There's Lucas Diamant, a Sinnohan attending Castelia University and participating in the event between his studies. There's also Rosa Blanco, a trainer who had cut her teeth at Unova's famous Battle Subways and hoped to create a name for herself through the PWT. And there's also May Birch — daughter of the esteemed Hoennese biologist Professor Michael Birch — who is both present to support her region's champion and also partake the Mixed Tournament's initial round in a few days.
Calem's voice is soothing as he speaks, a welcome change of pace after the hellish day she just had. She barely interjects, instead preferring to sit back and listen to his warm, husky baritone. She likes the sound of it, especially now, and hangs onto every word.
Serena goes back and forth between looking at the horizon and looking at him. He sits rather comfortably on the chaise lounge, unbothered by the increasing chill of the balcony or occasional ray of light shining directly in his face. His hair looks wavier than she last saw it, making her recall the time a week or a month ago where he mentioned getting tired of keeping it straight. After spending his awkward teen years getting treatments or using every anti-frizz serum or cream or what-have-you on the market, he decided to let Arceus take the wheel and allow his hair do what it wanted.
The end result was a more unruly mop than Serena was used to, unkempt waves somehow perfectly framing his handsome face.
On the occasion that Serena takes in the newish look of her best friend and he catches her in the act, she quickly averts her gaze and looks forward, usually taking another pull of her drink and wondering if the ale is truly to blame for the heat in her face.
When Serena isn't being caught staring and Calem isn't pretending like he didn't see anything, the two best friends continue to enjoy the bounty he had brought to the suite. The pizza fills her up and helps alleviate that stressful feeling in her gut, the breadsticks are as delightfully greasy as all Unovan grub, and the salad Calem had also brought was completely forgotten. The drink tickles her throat and occasionally dribbles down the side of her face, but each sip eases her muscles and mind and makes her feel a little closer to normal.
The two remain on the balcony for as long as they can, eating and drinking or talking and listening. Inside the suite her Sylveon and his Vaporeon nap on the couch, snuggled and intertwined with one another like it's what they were born to do. The remaining sun shines on Calem's hair in a way that makes it look more brown and black, the chill of the ever-darkening night gradually beginning to nip at Serena's fingers and bare feet.
And for a few fleeting moments in the tumultuous day Serena feels okay. Not perfect, not better, but okay.
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i'll love you while making the most of the night.
When the sun finally sets the two re-enter the warmth of the suite, her entering before him.
"You can stay here if you'd like," Serena offers before she can stop herself.
Calem shuts the sliding door and looks her way, his steely eyes digging into her like knives. She looks back for a second, then distracts herself by tidying up the room, tossing napkins in the trash and putting leftover food in the suite's fridge.
In the corner she spots her Sylveon and Calem's Vaporeon asleep on the couch, the two Eeveelutions snuggled against one another, two halves of a whole.
When she finally wills herself to look at Calem again, he has one hand in his pocket while the other runs through his hair.
"Are you sure?" he asks, just a twinge of nervousness within his voice.
Serena nods. For a moment she wonders where his own accommodations are, as the PWT was keen on providing room and board to the participants of the Champion's Tournament but the Champion's Tournament only. Everyone else was left hanging, making her feel just a bit guilty for having such a spacious suite to herself.
"You can take the couch," Serena continues, though one glance towards Sylveon and Vaporeon intertwined with one another tells her otherwise. "But—"
Her words get caught in her throat. The resulting beat of heavy silence is painful. She doesn't dare look his way, but swallows her pride and forces herself to continue.
"But…" she repeats more softly. "…I don't …I think I need to sleep next to someone tonight."
Serena doesn't know how much time passes before she finds the strength to look at Calem again. His eyes look a little more gentle.
"Okay," he agrees. His answer is solidified when he sits down and begins undoing his bootlaces.
Serena nods and goes into the bedroom — it's only when she's faced away that she exhales in relief. She feels both relaxed and on edge. She wants to blame the drink, but the buzz she had once felt has faded like smoke. Ignoring the knot in her stomach, she swaps her sweater for a random t-shirt she doesn't even remember buying. She puts an extra pair of drawstring shorts on the bed and hopes that he'll appreciate the gesture when he sees it.
She heads to the bathroom alone. She looks herself in the mirror and notes that her hair is not as messy as she thought it'd be. She runs her fingers through air-dried locks, noticing the very slight clumping in her honey-blonde strands.
Soon she hears Calem enter the bedroom, the sound of his footfalls barely audible. Moments pass, then he slips through the bathroom door and enters the mirror's reflection. He's a little less dressed now, having swapped his jeans for the shorts she left on the bed and unbuttoned the collared shirt he had once kept so diligently tucked in. Her eyes linger on the sight of his chest for a second longer than normal, than she averts her gaze.
"There's a toothbrush you can borrow," she manages, gesturing towards the hotel-provided toiletries.
Calem hums and takes it, prompting her to find hers as well. They brush their teeth side-by-side, Serena eyeing his reflection more than she'd like to admit. It's not the first time they've been in this position before — existing so closely in the other's proximity — and this time Serena notes the height difference between him and her. He's always been tall, but so has she, meaning the distance between the top of his head and hers is slight, never as noticeable as it could be. For a fleeting moment she thinks of what it would be like if she was just a bit shorter, maybe short enough to warrant tilting her head to meet his eyes, and wonders if Calem would look at her differently if that was the case.
Serena finishes first and puts her toothbrush aside. She then splashes water on her cheeks and puts on a thick night cream that smells of pecha berries and roses, an impulse buy she had purchased at a market in North Boulevard. At one point her shoulder brushes his and she does her best to act like it doesn't bother her. Then she leaves Calem be, not even bothering to brush her hair. As she exits the bathroom, she turns back to spare a glance at Calem washing his face.
The bedroom is silent as Serena walks through it. Outside the window is the same view of Driftveil City, just a lot darker. The shining lights of the roads and waterways remind her of Lumiose, lights so bright they make it impossible to see the stars in the sky. She plugs in her dying Pokegear, ignoring the various notifications and messages as she does so, and goes to close the bedroom curtains.
Calem enters the somber atmosphere of the room, tall and long-limbed. When Serena looks his way she sees something uncertain within his expression.
She expects him to say something, perhaps along the lines of "Are you really sure about this?" but instead he remains silent.
So Serena sits on her side of the mattress and removes her socks, doing her best to ignore the uneasy ache in her beating heart. In her mind she tells herself that it's too late to back out now, a sentiment she keeps close to her as she flicks off the lamp at her bedside table.
She slips under the sheets and lies down. With her eyes closed she listens the sound of city traffic just outside her window — she focuses on it like a beacon in an attempt to calm her nerves.
After a few minutes she she looks aside and spots Calem sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over his Holo-Caster to check his messages. He's removed his button-up, now completely bare-chested as he leans over his device. She observes the sinewy striations on his back for a second longer than she intends to.
Soon Calem puts down his Holo-Caster and gets into bed with her. No time is wasted before his hand finds hers, tugging it towards him. She doesn't hesitate either, acquiescing to his offer and shifting towards him until her face is pressed against his chest. She welcomes him like a warm blanket on a cold night, holding tightly onto his torso as her forehead presses against his sternum. She breathes him in like he's the only thing that makes sense in the world. He smells like the forest just south of Snowbelle, wood and earth.
Serena breathes in and out, her breath grazing his chest. She syncs her inhales and exhales to the rhythm of his heart. He holds her close, running his fingers through her hair as he nuzzles the top of her head.
Slowly but surely does the dizzy feeling in her chest begin to dissipate, the anxious knot inside her stomach slowly beginning to unfurl.
Serena doesn't know how much time passes until she feels close enough to calm — not exactly there, but nearby, adjacent, there in essence but not actuality. Deep inside she feels her ever fretful heart still beating in a way that she cannot ignore.
"Some Hero of Kalos I am," she finally whispers.
Calem hums and holds her closer. "What makes you say that?"
"Diantha wouldn't have lost."
"There's no way to know."
"I just feel like she'd…" Serena tries, but that lump in her throat returns. "She'd just do better."
A medley of thoughts rush through her mind.
I'm the worst. I'm weak. I'm a failure. I'm a fraud. I'm a fluke. I don't deserve anything. I don't deserve to be here.
She shudders, closing her eyes even harder as she clings to Calem, her hand on his shoulder pressing into his skin like clay. Pressure builds behind her eyes, the same kind she felt just before she broke down in the shower. She wants to feel small, to curl up into a ball and sink far below the surface of the ocean — down into the darkness, never to return.
But Calem doesn't let her.
Soon she feels his hand touch her chin, gently tilting her face upwards until she feels his lips press onto hers.
Calem kisses her like he always does — slowly and surely, gently and gracefully, one hand on her cheek and the other running through her hair. Serena returns his kiss like always — inviting and accepting, sweetly and ardently, her grasp on his slender shoulders pulling him closer as one of her legs slot between both of his.
And thus their cycle continues. For all the times that Calem would lose in battle — usually to her — she would take the time to comfort him, most often through words. And for all the times that Serena would lose in battle — as rare as that occasion would be — Calem would do the same, only through gestures.
Their kiss deepens — positions shifting, the mattress below them creaking and squeaking. Serena's hands begin to roam his skin, his warmth gracing her palms as she responds to his movements. She lets him guide her until she's on her back. Each kiss he gives her burns, lips tasting like fire. Soon he begins trailing his lips down her neck and onto her collarbone, hot to the touch on such a cold night.
When her shirt becomes a hindrance she feels his hand tug at the bottom hem, prompting her to shift their position again until she's on top of him, her hips straddling his as her hair curtains his handsome face. Whatever desire she's stirred within him is evident by his uneven breaths and the straining of his shorts. He wants her and she wants him too, so she sheds her shirt and in the dim light of the hotel room she sees the intrigue and interest increase within his glassy eyes.
"This doesn't mean anything," Serena whispers in the darkness, prompted by nothing, and before she can say another word she leans down and kisses him again.
Serena’s very lofty fashion struggles. Time to go on a shopping spree in Lumiose and buy all the ZA outfits 🛍️
(A part of my "What if game verse Serena was the ZA protag" a ZA re-imagining fanfic, International Celebrity Ruins Everything | Read on AO3 here: Link)
