pokemon; Weather | Paul/Dawn | Part One
Title: Weather
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon~
Notes: This is a miniseries. There will be four parts, and I will link to each part below as I get to them. All are written, they just need to be typed up and edited. I also apologize for the hugely uncreative title. Each part is written for a different prompt for my Dawn claim at mission_insane.
Weather
Part One"It's raining," Dawn said, and immediately regretted it. Paul turned, and just looked at her for a moment. In that moment, she flushed, part anger and part embarrassment. So what if she was stating the obvious? she thought defensively. Besides, if it hadn't been raining, then nothing would have induced her to stand besides him under this overhanging rock, shivering.
As if he had read her thoughts, Piplup chirped a forceful agreement.
Actually, when she thought about it, he was probably just defending her raining statement.
It was all Team Rocket's fault, she stewed, getting more annoyed the more she thought about it. Usually their antics just irritated her, but today- well, today wasn't her day. And it had been going so nicely too, until they showed up. They just had to burst in on a perfectly good lunch. And if that wasn't enough, they had somehow managed to get her completely separated from Ash and Brock! Then, as if to add a topping to the cake, she had gotten completely lost.
Still, it hadn't been that bad until it had started to rain. It was then she had searched for shelter, and it was then she had ended up stuck under a rock with Paul, of all people, cold and shivering. No matter how cute they were, short dresses were not suited to cold weather. Especially when soaked.
She sat down, hugging herself tightly in an attempt to warm up. Piplup squeezed himself against her even more closely then he had been before, trying to help. She smiled down at him, grateful. "Thank you, Piplup," she said quietly, surprised to find her bad mood disappearing. Sure, she was cold, wet, and shivering under a rock with Paul, but at least she had her Pokemon to support her.
Speaking of Paul- she glanced up, quickly, to gauge his reaction. He didn't react- in fact, there was no sign he had even heard her exchange with Piplup. Good, she thought, squeezing her legs closer towards her. She was trying very hard to keep her teeth from chattering- there was no way she was going to embarrass herself like that!
She gave him another look. How was he able to stand there so unaffected- oh. It was then she realized that he was completely dry. Of course, she thought, lightening up at the realization. He's the type of person who would see the storm coming ahead of time, and find shelter beforehand. Not like she and Ash and Brock, who always seemed to racing for shelter as the rain poured down on them. She looked down, finding herself smiling at her knees at the thought.
"It is," he said, suddenly, still looking straight ahead.
"Huh?" She looked back up once more.
He glanced at her. "It is raining, stupid girl," he said.
She could feel her temper rising, and she glared at him, desperately hoping her teeth wouldn't chatter and ruin the effect. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes and mouth to protest the insult, distantly wondering why Piplup wasn't already doing the same thing.
It was then she felt something very warm and very dry settle over her shoulders. "Eh?" was her intelligent reply as Paul moved away to stand in his former position. She blinked, tentatively touching that warm and dry thing. The proof was right there, but- had he really done what she thought he did?
She glanced up in her surprise, and saw him leaning against the rock, looking straight ahead as if nothing had ever happened, as if he had never moved. But his jacket was missing, settled on her shoulders.
He wasn't blushing. Shouldn't stoic guys do that when they do something sweet? she grumbled to herself. Don't they usually get all red and embarrassed at doing something they wouldn't normally do?
Despite her thoughts, she smiled, and pulled the jacket a little tighter around her.
"Thank you," she said, and together they waited for the rain to stop.
one | two | three | four
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon~
Notes: This is a miniseries. There will be four parts, and I will link to each part below as I get to them. All are written, they just need to be typed up and edited. I also apologize for the hugely uncreative title. Each part is written for a different prompt for my Dawn claim at mission_insane.
Weather
Part One"It's raining," Dawn said, and immediately regretted it. Paul turned, and just looked at her for a moment. In that moment, she flushed, part anger and part embarrassment. So what if she was stating the obvious? she thought defensively. Besides, if it hadn't been raining, then nothing would have induced her to stand besides him under this overhanging rock, shivering.
As if he had read her thoughts, Piplup chirped a forceful agreement.
Actually, when she thought about it, he was probably just defending her raining statement.
It was all Team Rocket's fault, she stewed, getting more annoyed the more she thought about it. Usually their antics just irritated her, but today- well, today wasn't her day. And it had been going so nicely too, until they showed up. They just had to burst in on a perfectly good lunch. And if that wasn't enough, they had somehow managed to get her completely separated from Ash and Brock! Then, as if to add a topping to the cake, she had gotten completely lost.
Still, it hadn't been that bad until it had started to rain. It was then she had searched for shelter, and it was then she had ended up stuck under a rock with Paul, of all people, cold and shivering. No matter how cute they were, short dresses were not suited to cold weather. Especially when soaked.
She sat down, hugging herself tightly in an attempt to warm up. Piplup squeezed himself against her even more closely then he had been before, trying to help. She smiled down at him, grateful. "Thank you, Piplup," she said quietly, surprised to find her bad mood disappearing. Sure, she was cold, wet, and shivering under a rock with Paul, but at least she had her Pokemon to support her.
Speaking of Paul- she glanced up, quickly, to gauge his reaction. He didn't react- in fact, there was no sign he had even heard her exchange with Piplup. Good, she thought, squeezing her legs closer towards her. She was trying very hard to keep her teeth from chattering- there was no way she was going to embarrass herself like that!
She gave him another look. How was he able to stand there so unaffected- oh. It was then she realized that he was completely dry. Of course, she thought, lightening up at the realization. He's the type of person who would see the storm coming ahead of time, and find shelter beforehand. Not like she and Ash and Brock, who always seemed to racing for shelter as the rain poured down on them. She looked down, finding herself smiling at her knees at the thought.
"It is," he said, suddenly, still looking straight ahead.
"Huh?" She looked back up once more.
He glanced at her. "It is raining, stupid girl," he said.
She could feel her temper rising, and she glared at him, desperately hoping her teeth wouldn't chatter and ruin the effect. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes and mouth to protest the insult, distantly wondering why Piplup wasn't already doing the same thing.
It was then she felt something very warm and very dry settle over her shoulders. "Eh?" was her intelligent reply as Paul moved away to stand in his former position. She blinked, tentatively touching that warm and dry thing. The proof was right there, but- had he really done what she thought he did?
She glanced up in her surprise, and saw him leaning against the rock, looking straight ahead as if nothing had ever happened, as if he had never moved. But his jacket was missing, settled on her shoulders.
He wasn't blushing. Shouldn't stoic guys do that when they do something sweet? she grumbled to herself. Don't they usually get all red and embarrassed at doing something they wouldn't normally do?
Despite her thoughts, she smiled, and pulled the jacket a little tighter around her.
"Thank you," she said, and together they waited for the rain to stop.
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