No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

08 - Making Friends and How to Keep Them

Time to see what becomes of that necklace thing......

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Raihan hummed along with the tune coming from his Rotom, which floated around his head with his media player going. A rag in hand, he went about wiping the surfaces of his furniture, the weekend his main day to do some cleaning. He probably could have just hired a cleaning lady, but he'd come to find the process therapeutic and he liked his apartment a certain way. Anyone else moving things around would have just felt wrong, so he made a point to spend every Sunday morning to clean up. Being that he often had "guests" over the night prior, it was just good timing for cleaning his bed sheets, too, which had going in the washer already. That just left wiping down things and then vacuuming after. Bathroom would be next, and then he'd save cleaning his Pokemon pens on the lot outside for last.

The young man paused in his work to glance out his windows at his team below. The lot wasn't the biggest thing around, but it was more than enough to house his team of five. Duraludon lounged, basking in the sunlight; Torkoal played with his piles of coal, stuffing them into the holes in his shell to use as fuel; his sweet girl Goodra was trying her best to hug Turtonator, who was having absolutely none of it, waddling away quickly. Thankfully he had long-since trained his fire-dragon to not explode on Goodra, who just wanted to be friendly, but her slime didn't mix well with her companion. As for his cheeky flier, Flygon was no doubt swooping around the rooftops, enjoying the perfect weather. He'd come down for lunch later, and no doubt try to steal his trainer's. He was a cheeky bugger, but Raihan loved him and all of his team.

They were one of the biggest things that made him the not only the Gym Leaders he was today, but the man, too, after all.

Raihan chuckled as he turned back to cleaning, humming to the new song that came on as well. The beat was good, so he moved his hips this way and that before breaking in his legs, too, spinning and shifting his body with the flow. Dancing was half the fun of cleaning, and it was only a shame he didn't have a partner. Flygon would have happily volunteered, although "dancing" meant flying around in circles for that goofball. Goodra would try, but could never not hug him when they tangoed, and Raihan had already finished washing his clothes. The rest would just give him "really?" looks, and so the Gym Leader danced alone to his own beat, finishing up the last of the furniture. He spun again at the climax of the song, only to falter as he bumped into the bed, having come a little too close. His polish spray dropped and rolled under the bed frame, much to his annoyance.

His Rotom grinned mischievously, though had thankfully not taken a picture. He wouldn't have put it past the little guy, who just whistled innocently as Raihan lowered to his knees to see how far the gone. Thankfully not too far, and he was able to grab the canister. He meant to push back up to his feet, but paused when a glimmer of gold caught his eyes against the dark red of his rug. He quirked a brow, picking up the chain-necklace, which hosted a feather and a small ornament of some unique shape.

Strange. He didn't own any necklaces. Had it come from one of his lady companions?

Raihan's eyes widened as realization hit him.

Sam!

She'd lost a necklace hasn't she? This had to be hers!

So, it had fallen off the second night she'd been with him. He didn't remember removing it—had it come off with her dress then? They had made a mad dash to the bed that night, slipping off shoes in the hallway and his shirt. Her dress had been first to go once through the bedroom door, and then things got lost in a blurry mess of sweet, sweet carnal desire. Damn that had been a good night. His little Vulpix had even been daring and given him a hand job. Her first one, too. How long had it been now? A week now? Just days since the gym, although they'd texted a few times—mostly just flirtatious jests and teasing photos, but it was still fun. She kept him on his toes in a way others didn't. Although, then again, he didn't really give his number out to many, either. He had maybe five ladies who were regulars, although he'd not contacted them in some time, nor they him. Not that he minded. Samantha was more than enough to satisfy his needs.