Stick 'Em Up

 

Giovanni was certain that, had there not been a room full of his agents, he would have strode over to Ash and attempted to ravish her, even with her probably attempting to smack him away. In fact, he was contemplating going through with it anyway.

 

She was being really hot right then.

 

Ash grinned wickedly and strode forward, until she was by his side, and looped an arm around one of his. Still grinning, she leaned her head back slightly and looked at him with glittering, hooded eyes.

 

“Well, dear?” she purred.

 

Oh. He really liked it when she purred. She just gained a sultry quality that got to him…

 

He cleared his throat before glaring at the still shocked crowd of Rocket agents.

 

“You heard her!” he thundered, glowering at the fools.

 

They were so not going to cockblock him. Especially, if he succumb more to her wishes, he’d get laid. Sooner or later. Sooner being more preferable.

 

He cleared his throat again as his agents scrambled to follow his order and bow and kneel for the new “Queen of the Rockets.”

 

“Do I get to own you too?” Ash quietly teased, still looking at him with those eyes.

 

Was he breathing? He wasn’t sure. He also wasn’t controlling the images that were running rampant in his mind, particularly of them in bed, Ash chaining him to that very bed, Ash taking control of the situation and wearing that negligee he had yet to see –

 

Dominance be damned. If Ash wanted to be dominant and dominate him, hell yes. The image was so hot that he almost just reached over and grabbed onto her, ready to give his agents a show.

 

Unfortunately, she unstrung her arm from his and flitted away, striding forward and clapping her hands together.

 

“Let’s work hard together!” she said cheerily. And then her look turned dark, though she was still grinning and ‘looked’ cheery. “I’m sure you all will work hard under me.”

 

Audible gulps were heard around, while Ash turned to the three Rockets she was usually saddled with.

 

“My chariot, if you will,” she said simply, and the three left and came back with a golden-painted chariot that they were the ‘horses’ for.

 

The other Rockets stared incredulously, while Giovanni did so discreetly. He didn’t want to know or ask why his wife wanted or had a chariot, or how in the world those idiots had managed to (most probably) make one and so quickly. He had a theory that the JJM unit were idiot savants.

 

“Onwards!” Ash commanded Jessie, James, and Meowth, cracking a belt he dazedly recognized as one of his into the air.

 

She left and more BDSM images were starting to crowd in his head.

 

“Get back to work!” he snapped at everyone, before racing after his wife.

 

 

Ash Ketchum was a complete and utter princess, but he had a feeling she could probably be a freak in bed when she wanted.

 

That…had been a thrill. Honestly, Ash hadn’t known what she was doing or what she had been thinking of, but she had wanted to make an entrance for her introduction to the Team. And the utter exultation Giovanni seemed to exhibit towards her then hadn’t been expected (and was a total bonus), but surprisingly pleased her.

 

But, well…he was acting weird now.

 

“Um, you really are weirding me out now, Giovanni,” Ash told him plainly.

 

He blinked at her, still unnervingly close as she finished washing her face and moving along her routine to get ready for bed.

 

“When do I get to see you in your negligee?” he asked breathlessly.

 

She stared at him. Honestly, what was up with this guy?

 

“I guess tonight,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes at his strangeness. “And yeah, I’m not backing out. I said I’d wear it for you, so I will.”

 

“Okay,” he just said and then strolled out of the bathroom.

 

“Yeeaaah,” Ash muttered to herself. “Like that wasn’t weird.”

 

She shrugged to herself and finished up, before going out of the bathroom and finding the negligee she swore she’d wear and exasperatedly put it on. And then she went to the bedroom to see Giovanni already on the bed, completely topless (she swear she wasn’t staring at his chest…or his abs…or those muscles…), with just simple gray lounge pants on. He was watching her heatedly, lying on his side and propping his head up with a hand, eyes darkening when he’d caught sight of her in the promised negligee and looking very scrumptious.

 

Not sure why she was feeling nervous all of a sudden, Ash hesitantly went over and took her side of the bed. She shouldn’t be so nervous. She slept in the same bed as him the night before, and it had been okay. It had been, right? Right?

 

“Stop being like that,” Ash muttered, glaring at him as she moved and then laid down.

 

“Like what?” he said, still watching her intensely.

 

“Ugh! I give up.” If she could, she would have thrown her hands up in annoyance.

 

Giovanni just continued to watch her. She decided she’d just ignore him and focus on going to sleep, though she was sure it would be hard to ignore him when he was practically drilling a hole into her with his gaze.

 

“Can I talk dirty to you?” he asked from out of nowhere.

 

She gaped at him. What in the world? Then again, if she let him, maybe he’d stop acting so strange.

 

“Fine, fine. Whatever,” she reluctantly agreed.

 

He wore a fiendish grin and began to spew a whole bunch of things that made Ash stare at him and be unable to go to sleep. He was certainly being very unrated tonight.

 

 

Ash’s face and ears were burning red as she listened to him, and was kept up all night with his dirty mouth.

 

She wasn’t sure how much sleep she’d gotten, or how well. With the way Giovanni kept going on, she had had trouble falling asleep. In fact, everything he had been saying was creating images in her head and it was burning into her brain.

 

Her eyes and her ears were very un-virgin now. She felt very un-virgin.

 

She woke up that morning feeling very, very weird. Just…weird.

 

More so when she woke up with Giovanni right next to her, snuggling like she was some kind of teddy bear. Huh. She had no idea he was the cuddling type.

 

“Hey. Hey, pervert. Wake up.” If she was a might bit tetchy, it might be the lack of sleep. Or his disturbing monologue. Or his disturbing monologue causing her the lack of sleep.

 

She tried to wiggle away, but his arms tightened around her and he groaned. She tried again, but he refused to budge.

 

“Stop moving,” he mumbled. “I’ll teach you to drive if you just stay still and let me hold you and sleep for a few more minutes…”

 

Ash stopped moving and thought about that, before grinning madly. To sweeten up the deal, she wiggled onto her side and scooted backwards into him, so that her back was snug against his front, and he was more or less spooning her.

 

Driving lessons, here she comes!

 

As for Giovanni, his eyes snapped open and he was now wide awake. Oh, he liked the new position alright. Just a little too much. If he didn’t calm himself down right now, he was going to be awake in more than one way.

 

But he was going to be a stubborn bastard and hold onto her for a little longer, and enjoy this while he could.

 

However, like all things good, it had to end and they got up and went about getting ready for the day. They ate a quick breakfast, but they took turns with the bathroom, despite Giovanni insisting it was okay they shared, especially since they were married now –well, Ash let him stay while they both brushed their teeth, but she drew the line at taking a shower together.

 

And soon enough, Ash had gotten him to his car and was now in one of the base’s hangars, which was empty and was a perfect large space for her to start learning.

 

“Okay, so…” Giovanni looked at her nervously, feeling nervous already when they hadn’t even started yet. “Seatbelt first, obviously. Then put your foot on the break, before you release the emergency break and turn on the ignition.”

 

Ash did as he said, and he thought maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

 

They went through the startup process fine and then it was time to get Ash moving and driving. Only, as soon as he’d given the go ahead, she slammed her foot onto the gas pedal and the car had shot off.

 

“No, no, no! Brake, Ash, brake!” His heart practically leaped into his throat, and he decided he should give explicit instructions for every damn thing, if they were going to continue.

 

Ash finally stepped onto the brake, but not before almost running over Jessie, James, and Meowth, all of whom managed to dodge at last second, while screaming loudly.

 

“What’s wrong?” she blinked at him.

 

He stared at her, not sure if she was being serious. Seeing that she was, he twitched. She was a recipe for vehicle manslaughter…

 

“That is not how you drive,” he grumbled. “You have to be careful how light…or how hard you press against the gas pedal.”

 

“Oh. Right,” she blushed.

 

After being very specific about what she had to do, the rest of the driving lesson turned out well and she actually wasn’t such a bad driver. She just…liked speed a little too much.

 

“Speed freak,” Giovanni teased. “I’m not sure whether you should be a race car driver or a getaway driver, with the way you’d rather drive.”

 

 

Ash’s eyes kind of glinted mischievously, as what he said made her think of an idea.

 

“I want to rob a bank,” Ash declared suddenly, just as they were in the middle of lunch.

 

Giovanni stopped eating and couldn’t help staring at her. She didn’t just say that, did she? No, she couldn’t have…

 

“Let’s go rob a bank together,” she looked at him eagerly.

 

He sputtered and was taken aback. “What brought this on?” he asked, unsure if she was just pulling his leg.

 

“Well, you mentioned I’d make a great getaway driver, and I was thinking –you’re a criminal and steal things, and has an organization that steals things…”

 

“And?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

 

She shrugged. “Nothing. That’s all I got. You all are criminals and do criminal things, and I felt like doing something criminal.”

 

He had a decidedly strange wife.

 

“Alright,” he agreed.

 

“Really?” she grinned widely.

 

“Yeah, if you really want,” he was going to win her over no matter what, even if he had to agree to the most outrageous things, “And well, this will be a good way to get us to our next location faster, if by motivation of outrunning the police. You can be the getaway driver, if you wish.”

 

Ash clapped her hands excitedly, really getting into the spirit now.

 

“And if we wear Team Flare outfits and blame this all on them…” he said slyly, and they shared wicked looks.

 

“Let’s go rob a bank!” Ash cheered, pumping a fist into the air.

 

Pikachu, off to the side with Persian, almost dropped his ketchup and stared at his owner. Persian continued to enjoy his bowl of milk, meowing contentedly and ignoring the humans.

 

 

This certainly wasn’t the strangest the two had done, and probably wouldn’t be the last.

 

The bank was working smoothly. Tellers did their job, people went in and out after dealing with their business, money was counted…It was looking to be another normal, regular day for everyone.

 

And then the front doors of the bank burst open and two figures in bright red burst through, holding two scary firearms with both hands. They wore the familiar Flare uniforms, though they looked rather well-worn and stylish on the two, than garish on other members. Their heads were covered with red, classy fedoras that hid their hair (which was unusual, given normal Team Flare members had red hair (dyed usually) and styled in a specific style).

 

“Everyone on the ground! This is a hold up!” the smaller, female figure shouted, and everyone scrambled to do what she said, while the bigger, intimidating man took out the security with his bare hands.

 

And then, to everyone’s confusion, the girl sidled up to her partner and whispered, “What now?”

 

Even with the Flare shades covering his eyes, they could tell he was rolling them. He stepped forward and held out a huge sack that had been previously hanging on his belt.

 

“We’re going to go around and everyone will put their valuables in here! Don’t get any funny ideas,” he waved his large firearm warningly.

 

And while he went around to do that, the girl was going to the desks around and stealing the pens.

 

“We don’t need pens!” the man hissed at her. “Steal something useful and worth something!”

 

She pouted, but took a lamp (of all things) off of the desk and shoved it into her sack. The man sighed, but continued making his way around the room. She then attempted to grab the computer monitor off of the desk.

 

“Too heavy, Bonnie,” the man told her in an exasperated tone.

 

“But Clyde,” she replied in a whining voice.

 

Bonnie…and Clyde?

 

“What the…Are you guys really named that, or you guys trying to be copy ca –” the random banker shut up as ‘Bonnie’ swung her firearm in his direction and he started to sweat bullets.

 

“You got something to say, mister?” she said in an oddly accented voice that had a twang to it.

 

“No,” he mumbled.

 

“Good.”

 

When ‘Clyde’ finished up there, he went back to his partner’s side. He grabbed the banker Bonnie had been talking to.

 

“You are going to show us where the safe is,” Clyde said threateningly.

 

The banker nodded nervously.

 

Once they were in the safe after making the banker open it, Clyde was filling up the duffle bag that had been around his neck and had laid on his back the entire time. He put it back into its original position after it was filled and then the two were off, just in time for the police sirens to come near.

 

The banker was locked inside the safe.

 

 

“Arceus, I knew this was going to be a crappy day,” he grumbled.

 

Okay, so if Ash had any problem practically reenacting and resurrecting the names and images of Bonnie and Clyde, and making their codenames become more true than it should have been…Well, it wasn’t showing at the moment.

 

Not after they decided against returning to Giovanni’s car, and her having decided to hijack one of the bank’s armored vehicles and driving like a crazed woman on the run. Which she was.

 

It hadn’t actually been in Giovanni’s plan to take the armored truck, but she did it and luckily there was a shitload of cash sitting prettily in it already as a bonus for them. He wasn’t going to complain.

 

“I love your luck~” He felt like laughing giddily.

 

Money, crime, sexy partner…This was turning out to be a day come true.

 

It was also now fact that Ash was an incredible getaway driver. The police was having a hard time getting close to them, and every time they were slightly, Ash would pull away easily enough –almost like she was teasing them on purpose. Knowing her, that probably wasn’t off the mark.

 

“Hey! Open up the back and shoot ‘em up!” Ash yelled at him from the front.

 

Grinning wildly and having a fantastic time, Giovanni threw open the armored truck’s back doors wide open and held onto the Browning Automatic Rifle. Finally getting to use it, he opened fire on the police cars chasing after them.

 

He blinked and gaped at the colorful paint splatters that resulted from his shooting.

 

“You gave me a paint gun?!” he shouted at her.

 

Somehow, he managed to hear her snort over the loud noises as they continued their police chase.

 

“Like hell I’d trust you with a real gun, bastard!”

 

Ugh. His wife, insufferable as always.

 

He sniffed irritably and took aim. Well, he was at least going to make it annoyingly impossible for these cops to see while they were driving. Giovanni continued his onslaught, and many of the police cars had a multitude of paint splashes all over their windshields, causing them to drop back to try to avoid crashing into something or collisions with each other. The ones that didn’t drop back and stubbornly stayed on their trail, despite their new handicap, were driving erratically since they were having trouble seeing while driving.

 

“Dear!” he sarcastically called out. “Some of them are being annoyingly stubborn, despite their new paint jobs! What should I do?”

 

He heard cursing from up front, but then the sound of a door opening had him alarmed. Quickly closing the back doors, he rushed to the front to see Ash balancing out of the truck and hanging out, using her door to lean and hang onto carefully. She held her own Browning, and was aiming the light machine gun around the truck and at their pursuers.

 

“Take the wheel for a sec, won’t you, Giovanni?” she said nonchalantly.

 

His eyes widened, realizing the wheel had been left alone while Ash had been carefully balancing herself, and he dove towards it, steadying the armored truck and slipping onto the seat, grabbing Ash’s legs and bottom and placing them back onto his lap, while putting his foot on the gas pedal.

 

“Got it?” she asked.

 

“Yeah, yeah.” What was she up to?

 

“Good,” she said cheerily, and then pushed herself off of him to fully hang against her door and supported her Browning against her side and pressed against her elbow. She then started firing, and he nearly yelped.

 

Those were live bullets.

 

“What the…Why do you get to have a real gun, and I get to have a paint gun?” he asked accusingly.

 

“Duh,” she said like it was obvious. “You would clearly have no qualms about causing real harm.”

 

Glancing at his rearview mirror to the destruction behind him, he gave her a disbelieving look after.

 

“You’re joking, right? Because that right there is nowhere near harmless!” If it had been him, at least, he would have aimed at their tires and they would have forcefully stopped or be able to have a chance at making a controlled crash.

 

Ash ended up creating pure chaos behind them.

 

He inwardly shrugged. Ah well. His wife could do whatever the hell she wanted, if it was up to him.

 

Suddenly, someone in bright red and yellow was chasing behind them, riding atop of a Blaziken that looked off. At least it looked like a Blaziken. Somehow, though, there were certain differences making it seem like almost a different pokémon.

 

“We got company,” he told Ash, who scrunched her nose adorably.

 

“Yeah, I see,” she pouted, and he almost let go of the wheel to cuddle her.

 

Her tendency to be cute would be his undoing he was sure.

 

“Ah, it’s no big deal!” She scrambled back into the car, and closed the door behind her.

 

Only she was now on his lap, and aside from obstructing his view a bit and making it hard to maneuver his arms when she was sitting sideways on him, he just…didn’t want her on his lap. Especially squirming. Definitely not squirming.

 

Giovanni groaned. “Stop moving!”

 

“I gotta go to the back,” she said apologetically, finally slipping away and moving to the back of the truck.

 

He didn’t know what was going on, focused on driving and speeding away. He heard the back doors fly open and then an explosion, and felt his temples sweat as he wondered what the hell had happened and what had Ash done.

 

When she came back, grinning ecstatically with paint covered hands, he chose not to ask.

 

“Well, this was fun.”

 

 

He sweatdropped and let her take over the driving, strapping himself into the passenger seat as Ash proved her skill at speed once again, leaving everyone behind in their dust.

 

That was never minding the police cars unable to catch up, the ones crashed, and the superhero and super Mega pokémon that were drenched in paint after having a paint bomb exploding on them and stopping them in their tracks, and just staring dumbfounded at the rapidly disappearing vehicle.

 

“What’s Ash up to?” Delia Ketchum asked Professor Oak, having come over to have tea with the professor. “Hadn’t she and her, uh, friend been traveling in Kalos for a while? Maybe she’s gotten another badge already!”

 

“Hm, I haven’t checked to see if she’s left me any messages today,” Oak said thoughtfully. “I’ll go check now!”

 

He checked his computer, logging on to find his messages. Seeing Ash’s new message, he clicked on it before staring dumbly at it.

 

“Well, what she say?” Delia asked curiously.

 

“…She says she’s planning on a robbing a bank in Kalos today…”

 

“…Oh…”