Miss Boss

 

If Oak was any concerned, Delia strangely wasn’t after the initial announcement. But Ash had been as closest to what he had to a daughter, and he’d watched over her as she had grown up and made him proud as she traveled each region and made herself a name in each and every one.

 

So while he’d been initially worried about Giovanni calling him and informing him and Delia that he was accompanying Ash on her journey through Kalos, he hadn’t been too suspicious or worried. Minus those troublesome rumors amongst the Kanto gym leaders and Elite Four of Giovanni being the boss of Team Rocket (he doesn’t believe those rumors…sometimes), Giovanni was a strong battler, wealthy, and all in all would be an ideal traveling companion to take care of someone as troublesome and problem-magnet as Ash.

 

But then Ash sent that ridiculous email to him, along with a…small addendum that she was married. To Giovanni.

 

“She’s probably joking around,” Delia said wisely. “Although I hope the marriage part is true,” she sighed happily. “This Giovanni seems like such a capable man, and everything I envisioned for my daughter! I’m so glad my daughter managed to snatch such a perfect man! Rich, influential, and handsome!”

 

Oak stared at her strangely as she giggled, but shook his head. She was right. Ash was probably joking around, thinking she was funny. He sighed to himself and set up the tea. As he did so, he waited for it to boil and decided they needed some noise. So he turned on the TV, and shuffled over to his little stove to take the tea kettle off when it started to whistle loudly. After that, he poured the tea into two cups for himself and for Delia and they sat in front of each other at the table that was in front of the TV.

 

“Today, we have news of an amazing, crazy chase all the way over in Kalos! In an unprecedented move, a duo of Team Flare agents performed an ingenious heist at one of Kalos’ premiere banks, complete with car chases, paint guns, live guns, and paint bombs! There are even witnesses reporting that Blaziken Mask and his compatriot, an unusual pokémon that resembles a Blaziken, appear at the scene! More on this after the break.”

 

So…they looked at each other, cups to their lips, before simultaneously sighing and going on to drink their tea in faux peace.

 

“I really do hope Ash at least managed to frame Team Flare correctly,” Oak grumbled.

 

“I’m sure she covered her tracks,” Delia reassured him. “Knowing her, she’s got it all covered. And since she has that handsome, intelligent fellow with her, I’m sure he’s got her back and covered what she didn’t.”

 

He’d been hoping that Giovanni would have prevented her from getting into these kind of hijinks, not get pulled into it with her. Then again, maybe with those Rocket rumors, he’d been more prone to encouraging her than telling her no.

 

“I really hope she is married though,” Delia beamed.

 

Oak rolled his eyes. “What does it say that these kind of things aren’t really that surprising any more, when it comes to Ash?”

 

“That it’s just become the usual and expected of her?”

 

“Right, yeah, of course.”

 

“It’s our Ash,” Delia shrugged.

 

He nodded, laughing lightly. “That damn girl. Going to give us heart attacks every time she goes to another region.”

 

Said girl was currently whooping in delight, as she and Giovanni rushed away in their getaway car. Giovanni was equally feeling on a high, and watching his wife in reverence and lust.

 

“That was fantastic,” he purred, watching her with dark eyes.

 

Glancing back at him, instead of sticking her tongue at him like he expected her to do, she just grinned roguishly and winked.

 

“And totally more where that’s coming from, darling!”

 

Ash continued laughing delightedly, pressing her foot on the gas pedal and speeding up even more. Giovanni leaned back on the pile of cash and relaxed. In no time, they were back in the Kalosian Rocket base, where they entered to find a whole different crew than what Giovanni had been expecting.

 

He blinked. “What in the world?”

 

Ash grinned at him. “Like it? I had Jessie, James, and Meowth make my new uniform designs and have everyone wear them. That way, by the time we got back, they all would be wearing them!”

 

Indeed, the Rocket uniforms had changed. They were all more suit-like, almost like Team Flare’s, only without the gaudy red color or the garish belt buckle. The suits were black, the dress shirts were a dark (really dark, scarlet even) red, and they even wore nice black shoes. The only thing he found odd were the square-ish glasses everyone was now sporting.

 

“What’s with the glasses though?” he decided not to comment on the uniform change.

 

“I figure, all them other Teams are basically copies and wannabes of Team Rocket, so we –since we’re in Kalos –we’ll rip them off for once and we’re thieves anyway –and take their look and do it better. Plus, I was watching Kingsman the other day, and I thought it was an awesome look that we could totally rock. Who doesn’t do the dangerous suit spy thing? It’s not even copying or even Team Flare, ‘cause we got that look like a Bond special, babe.”

 

Did she just call him ‘babe’? She did. In amusement, Giovanni just nodded, although he did remember the movie she was talking about

 

“So that’s why the glasses is part of the look?” he asked again, and she snatched one off of a willing and eager Rocket agent who’d stopped by them at her signal.

 

She handed him the glasses, and he put them on, taken aback by the projections then shown.

 

“Heck yeah. And I got Dr. Z to fix them up, and some other cool toys.”

 

He really shouldn’t be encouraging her, but…

 

Giovanni grinned at her. “I’m totally glad I married you.”

 

Even if it was an accident.

 

She had a thoughtful look on as she looked at Giovanni before Ash’s smile turned predatory, and she snatched the glasses off of Giovanni’s face and tossed it back to the agent, who saluted them and went to go back to work. In the meantime, Ash was already dragging Giovanni off to somewhere. When he realized where, they were already in his room and he was raising his eyebrows at her.

 

“Eager, are we?” he teased.

 

But then her hands clutched onto his head and pulled him down, before pressing her lips against his. Her sudden initiative, as well as how unexpected and impulsive her actions were, caught him off guard. It took him a moment before his hands landed on her hips and pulled her against him, and he kissed her more forcefully. He squeezed her hips momentarily, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

 

“You really should stop me, before I continue and go on all the way,” he continued to tease her, when he pulled away for a second and instead kissed all the way down her jaw and down her neck to sate and yet also calm himself down.

 

But then she’d wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him to her.

 

“Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” she murmured, and when he moved back in surprise to look at her, she had a grin tugging at her lips. “Maybe I pulled you to here for a reason.”

 

He blinked, breathing in a sharp breath. Then he scowled.

 

“Don’t play like that, unless you really mean it,” he rolled his eyes, fully intending to move away from her.

 

He hadn’t managed to get too far away, before she’d grabbed his collar and yanked him back down on top of her, where she proceeded to arch up into him and retightened her legs around his waist. She kissed him again, this time adding in a lick of her lips, and he thought that he was just going to go with it and stop protesting (why was he protesting anyway? He was being stupid when he got so lucky all of a sudden).

 

“To hell with it,” he muttered, whipping his jacket off, and then his belt.

 

“My thoughts exactly on when I was dragging you over,” she huffed and confessed.

 

“…P-Pika,” they were interrupted.

 

To the side, they looked over slowly and saw Pikachu laughing nervously and waving at them in embarrassment. Persian shook his head and grabbed Pikachu by the scruff of the electric mouse’s neck with his maw, and began to head to the door.

 

“Thank you, Persian,” Giovanni said dryly.

 

“Per-Persian,” the Persian was practically grumbling.

 

Once those two left through the door and they were sure the room was free of any other interruptions, Giovanni smirked down at her and let his hands wander. She squirmed a little, especially as his hands glided over her breasts, stopping to palm them and let his thumbs brush against her nipples. He leaned down and kissed her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth and guiding her own into a gentle push-and-pull battle to distract her as he reached down and cupped her between her legs.

 

She squeaked as he did, and her hands shot down to grip his wrist.

 

“W-What are you doing?” her face turned red.

 

“Relax,” he murmured, and used his palm to press and rub against her.

 

Her eyes rolled slightly and her breath sped up, which made Giovanni grin. When she let go of his wrist, he put more pressure against her, roughly palming the apex between her legs until he could feel her getting damp against the cloth of her pants.

 

“Clothes off,” he muttered, taking off her belt and pants and leaving her in her panty. He then proceeded to shove off his dress shirt, and he was quick to catch her eager gaze. “You are welcome to touch,” he purred, looking at her through lidded eyes.

 

Her flushed face did nothing but entice him, and as she leaned up onto her knees, letting her hands touch his abs, Giovanni leaned closer and nuzzled her neck. That emboldened her to caress his skin, curious hands rubbing and nails lightly scratching against him. She slid them up, touching him eagerly, until she splayed her hands against his chest. They lay flat against his pectorals, where he was pleased to find her gazing at them shyly and then was leaning forward to kiss each one lightly.

 

His hands went to the buttons of her shirt, unbuttoning them as she curiously palmed him through his pants. His cock had gotten hard enough from the beginning, but it was happy to receive the attention from her and stiffen even further. He groaned into her mouth, kissing her thoroughly as he thrust against her hand. Panting, he pushed her away and took her shirt off and tossed it away, laying her onto her back as he unhooked her bra and removed it, grasping onto her breasts and kneading them between rough and then gentle touches.

 

“Ngh! G-Giovanni,” Ash was wiggling underneath him, her lower half grinding against his half-covered dick. He was doing his damn best to take his time and not get impatient, but she was making it hard not to just want to plunge in and bury himself to the hilt.

 

Grunting, he shimmied to her lower half where he stuck his face against her entrance. He gave a long lick that she sharply inhaled at.

 

“What are you –?” she started to ask again.

 

He stuck his tongue and a finger in, wiggling his tongue around as he lightly began thrusting his fingers.

 

She began babbling and he smirked against her, inhaling deeply to smell her scent. Using his tongue and his finger, he began to lick and finger fuck her at the same time, listening to her increasingly loud sounds smugly. He looked up from his spot slightly, watching her as she threw her head back. Her mouth opened a bit and she was breathing deep breaths, enjoying the way he was working her. He licked his way around her outer folds, before deliberately moving up and touching the tip of his tongue to where he’d found her clit.

 

He teased the tiny nub, causing whimpers to erupt from Ash’s mouth. To his one finger, he added another two and began thrusting a little more vigorously at the same time as he enclosed his lips around her clit and moved it around his lips.

 

Her hand threaded through his hair and then yanked lightly on it, before soothing it again. Whines escaped and she increasingly writhed on the bed.

 

“G-Gio, I w-want you inside me now!” she pleaded. “I want to know what it’s like!”

 

When she put it that way…and hell, hadn’t he been waiting for this for what felt like forever?

 

Smirking, he chucked off his pants and boxers and climbed back onto her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, stealing her breath away as he massaged his way down from her waist to her arse, where he squeezed and then slipped his hands between her legs. From there, he spread her wide open and settled down more firmly between her legs, gripping his cock and lining up to her entrance. He teased the head of his dick against her hole, before moving it to slick it up with her juices. He brushed it in a feather light touch against her clit, causing her to shudder and look at him expectantly and ready.

 

He’d just barely breached her when he stopped.

 

“If I go all the way in, there’s no going back on this,” he warned her.

 

She looked hesitant, but then she gave him a nod.

 

“I’m completely possessive,” he growled. “I won’t let you go after this. I won’t let you go to another man, I won’t let you leave me, and I won’t let you even think of breaking this off.”

 

“Creepily obsessive, but okay,” Ash said dryly, pulling him closer. “Just know that means you’re mine too.”

 

She settled back and tried to relax, looking at him determinedly. Moving down to lick at her lips and then capturing them in another kiss, he moved into her slowly until he was all the way in, feeling her contract around his shaft sporadically. Breathing in deeply, he started with shallow thrusts that allowed her to get used to it and his size, before she was echoing back in fervor and they started rutting against each other frantically. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her towards him, allowing him to shift her legs over his shoulders so he could double her over and penetrate her deeper.

 

He basked in the sound of his name being panted in his ear, planting his hands on either side of her so that he could focus on thrusting and going as fast and deep as he could into her. Her knees were practically resting on either side of her head, while her calves rested over his shoulders and her dainty feet dug into his back.

 

“Fuck, I’m going to –!”

 

He buried his face against her neck, and she arched up into him as they both came at the same time. Hell, he didn’t remember if that had ever happened to him before.

 

After relaxing against her and enjoying her holding him to her, Giovanni came to a rather startling realization.

 

Ash wasn’t on the pill, he wasn’t wearing a condom, and he had just unloaded a lot of cum into her.

 

 

Shit.

 

Giovanni glared down at the trio, hair dripping wet from the shower he took. Ash was currently relaxing in the bath, so it left him to order these three to do errands he’d rather not leave in their unreliable hands. But then again, he didn’t want to tell anyone else, and these three generally kept their mouths shut at least.

 

“I want you three to go to the store and retrieve these items,” Giovanni glared down at them even more, making them shrink back. He reluctantly handed the list to them and they took it, looking at it together and eyes widening at the same time.

 

They glanced furtively back at him, and he glowered back.

 

“Y-Yes, sir!”

 

Watching them run away satisfactorily, he went to his desk and plopped onto his chair. A few minutes later saw Ash moving into the office, blinking when she saw him.

 

“You look disgruntled,” she hummed as she came over and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

 

He waved it off. “It’s nothing and has been taken cared of. I’ll tell you when those three get back,” he tacked on at the end, though he didn’t elaborate on which three. She would know.

 

She hummed and nodded absentmindedly, glancing at the map laid out on the desk next to them. She traced a line through a route of cities.

 

“If we streamlined this, we can and should just go straight through all the cities to focus on the Flare bases and my badges,” she tapped Lumiose City. “Starting with heading straight to Lumiose from here.”

 

He raised his eyebrows at her. “You don’t want to go to the cities and towns in between, and tour around?”

 

“Oh, I do,” she reassured him. “But these take precedence, and I figure if we have time after all this, you’ll just owe me and take me around.”

 

He snorted, but agreed. So the two of them laid out the exact route, based on the line Ash had traced, and decided on their stops. Ash also had another condition.

 

“I don’t want to drive an RV,” Giovanni looked appalled. “What was wrong with my car?”

 

“It’s not comfortable to camp in,” she retorted. “If we’re going out and need to stop and sleep, your fancy car’s not going to be comfortable. It’s cramped and the two of us will have to find a way to fit in there.”

 

“We can just sleep in the backseat,” he was stubborn. He smirked at her. “And you know, we can share that backseat. Squish together, keep close…”

 

Ash smirked back. “Well, if you’re comfortable having sex like that…not that it’s not hot and all…just figure an RV has more space and would be more comfortable…”

 

Giovanni’s mouth closed with a click.

 

“Yeah, I thought so,” Ash triumphantly said, before straddling him more and kissing him in reward.

 

 

Well, if it was like that, there was no way Giovanni could say no. And the tongue in his mouth was totally saying ‘yeeessss…’

 

Detective Looker was the kind of man that just had to make sure to get things in order.

 

Right now, there was absolutely no order in that room.

 

He had police officers and local detectives yelling from across the room, fingers pointing at each other, things flying all over…Some of them had paint on them, from where they’d attempted to get it off of their police cruisers.

 

Sighing to himself, Looker took a spot in the room that would make him easily seen, and then put his fingers to his lips as he whistled nice and loud for everyone to hear him. Satisfied when he was sure he’d gotten everyone’s attention, he looked over the entire room of disgruntled (some of them crazed-looking) Kalosian police.

 

“So, Team Flare went and robbed a bank, then outsmarted, outgunned, and outran everyone,” Looker started. There was grumbling, but a sharp look from him quieted everyone back down. “Does anyone have any idea why Team Flare would do this, or just who the Team Flare members responsible are?”

 

Everyone awkwardly looked around at each other, but it was silent and no one was giving him answers. But this wasn’t Team Flare’s usual MO, and he couldn’t think of a single reason why they would do this. Unless maybe these two were doing rogue acts outside of the Team…

 

Or maybe Team Flare just had a hidden agenda he wasn’t seeing.

 

“Okay…” he mumbled, “…Okay…” He furrowed his eyebrows. “What did they say their names were? I thought I heard they’d actually given their names?”

 

One officer huffed and sneered. “Bonnie and Clyde, they said.”

 

Looker sweatdropped. Really?

 

He guessed that wasn’t really their names then. Unless the universe had a twisted sense of humor, which he wouldn’t put passed it. After all, he knew one Ash Ketchum had to deal with the universe’s unique humor all the time –stuck with crossing paths with every Legendary in existence, every Team in each region, whatever trouble that happens and she has to be the one to get involved and fix it, etc.

 

She was the ideal entertainment channel for The Powers That Be.

 

“Fine,” Looker shook his head, remembering her and wishing she was here to help solve this (ironically, given his train of thoughts). “Let’s just get back to trying to get to the bottom of this.”

 

 

And then the room erupted into chaos again.

 

The JJM unit were loyal and determined (stubborn more like) and had a tendency to overdo things. So when they were asked to retrieve certain items for the boss, they (freaked out somewhat, giggling mostly) went to the nearest store and were stuck in front of a particular shelf in a particular aisle.

 

“I don’t know which one to pick,” Meowth groaned. “There’s too many choices!”

 

Jessie elbowed him and James out of the way. “Move it! As the only female in this team, I know these things better!”

 

She leaned forward and scrutinized the shelf with narrowed eyes. Time passed and the other two waited. Jessie straightened up and the other two eagerly focused on her. She laughed in embarrassment.

 

“Ah hah…I don’t know either.”

 

They sweatdropped at her.

 

“Let’s just grab a bunch,” James suggested. “One for each brand?”

 

“Yeah, okay. Sounds good to me,” Jessie shrugged and began to toss a box of the morning after pill into their basket. James thought about something and left them for a second, coming back with an armful of other boxes that he dumped into the basket.

 

“Hey! What’s the big deal –” Jessie looked at the basket and gave a loud “Ohhh!”

 

The two of them gave each other looks and snickered behind their hands. Meowth scratched at their faces.

 

“Hurry up, you numbskulls!”

 

So a few minutes later, the lady at the counter for that area could only sweatdrop as a trio of weirdly dressed people, complete in dark long coats and sunglasses, placed a more than full basket in front of her. And when she saw the contents of the basket, her face turned red and she sweatdropped even more.

 

“Um…do you want a bag for all this?”

 

“Yes, please!” they chorused.