>>55936737‟How does he keep…” the words trailed off in her silk pillow. A princess in her manor, the moonlight contrasting on her spotted cashmere skin. Her excitement was like a frizzy caustic bomb when he first beat her. She lot herself, she’d finally found ‘the one’. The boy who matched her eye-to-eye. Like the prince who lit up her competitive flame. Her last weeks were spent stoking that flame with him, if not running in circles trying to find ways to get one over the boy. Nothing she’d done worked. He would flawlessly beat her every strategy, and his pokémon never followed her predictions. She was laying gently surrounded by silk, on a deep purple cloud with her chocolate hair spread out over it. Sitting alone with her memories of their every battle, spent excitement and mounting vexations.
How did he keep winning every time?! she thought. Her face contorted, protesting her slight sleep. Her eyes soflty glazed open, images of her neighbor vivid through the dark. She turned around to face the soft glow of the stars. She felt her cheek and realized how hot she’d been. Her face was softly warm and her heartbeat lively. Without her will her thoughts turned to his strategy again, trying to think of the essence of his style. There had to be a special trick with the way he ordered his ‘mons. She’d started looking at her prince more and more, to untangle the mystery. Once she forgot about the battle because of it. Frustration upon frustration for the champion princess, who’d taken a second pillow for an oversized stress-toy, feeling it rub against her bare-skin. She didn’t like sleeping in clothes, especially in the summer, so flower-adorned panties framing her crotch was all she had for modesty. But she didn’t need modesty, she needed answers.
