Vincent leaned back in his chair behind the check-in desk of Hotel Z, waving to Canari and Gwynn as they passed by him after their check-out time. Damocles and Persephone sat at the table across the room, playing cards with each other, the two going back and forth with their victories until Damocles got tired and called the game while their scores had evened out.

“Hey V, I think I’m going to go down to the store and pick up some stuff for the Hotel. Want me to grab you anything while I’m out?” Damocles asked as he packed up the cards and made his way over to the counter.

“Maybe a soda? If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it. Take Perse with you, you two go have some fun. I’ll hold it down, besides I’ve got Flora here with me.” Vincent tossed a money clip with some Pokedollars for Damocles to spend on himself and his sister.

“Where is she, by the by? I haven’t seen her all day?” Persephone asked.

“She’s back in the room, said she wanted to redecorate her space, so I let her go.” Vincent gave Damocles and Persephone each a kiss before they left, sitting back in his chair for a few more minutes until he heard something strange, but he couldn’t pin down exactly where. “AZ, Neo, Omen, are you three making that noise?”  Vincent called out, no answer coming back to him for a few minutes as the noise continued. He stepped around the desk, toward where Team MZ used to hold their strategy meetings, and the noise seemed to get quieter, so he returned to the desk and walked into the back room. He went down the hallway separating his room from the kitchen and the front desk, the noise getting louder until he rounded the corner into his room and he came face-to-face with Flora. Or rather, face to tail, as the little Fairy-type was lying on her back, tail wrapped around the eternal flower as she was grinding herself on the stem.

Vincent was dumbfounded as he stood there, staring at Flora as she pleasured herself. He knew that he shouldn’t be intruding on her privacy like this, but he feet felt like they were cemented to the ground as he stared at the way the flower stem glistened with her arousal where she was pleasuring herself on it. Vincent bit the inside of his lip, the sharpened canine threatening to pierce his skin as he watched her, his breath getting heavier as his arousal built at the scene in front of him. Flora turned her head and looked at Vincent with a half-lidded eye.

“Hmm, Vincent~ W- Vincent?!” Flora’s eyes widened and she instinctively sent an Energy Ball straight at him. Vincent took the energy ball to the chest, flying back a few feet to hit the wall with a loud dull thud, slumping to the ground with a groan as he was dazed by the attack. “Oh goodness, Vincent! Are you okay?” Flora floated down from her perch to hover in front of him, Vincent shaking his head and bringing a hand up to his chest.

“Doesn’t… feel like anything’s broken. I’m probably okay.” He nodded.

“You naughty little voyeur, I can’t believe you would just ogle a woman like that during her private moments!” Flora chastised him. “What were you even thinking?”

“I heard noises from the desk, I didn’t know what was going on so I took a lap around the lobby to check. Then… ow… when I came back here I saw you… You know. I tried to walk away but I just, I couldn’t stop staring at you. I’m sorry, Flora.”

“I would certainly hope you’re sorry, young man. But I think you’ve gotten your comeuppance. Not too many people who could walk off an energy ball like you did.”

“Don’t know that I’ve walked it off yet…” Vincent corrected her, Flora ignoring him as she floated closer to his face.

“Well you’d better start walking. Or rather, stay sitting.” She spoke with a lilt in her voice, Vincent recognizing some of that same desperate tone that she had spoken his name with a few moments ago. “You have done a very good job of asking me what I want, doing the things I want to do… I think I want you, now, Vincent.”

“W- Wait you were moaning my name when I walked in, what was that- Wait what did you just say?” Vincent’s clarity started returning to him, he turned to question Flora before her words finally registered in his head and he was once again paralyzed.

“Oh dear, perhaps I did hit you a little too hard.” Flora cooed at him, sitting on the stem of the Eternal Flower as she examined his head. “Shall we take you to a Pokemon Center, dear?”

“No no, I’m okay, promise. What did you… did you say you “want me”?”

“I did. I apologize if that was too forward.”

“More than I was expecting, but not at all unwelcome. Maybe the energy ball was a little unwelcome, but you know…”

“Does that mean you feel the same, Mr. Mortuem?”

“Vincent is fine, you get more formal when you’re anxious. Yes, I feel the same, Flora. I didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, and I know you’re still grieving, and-”

“Vincent, please. I would… like you to take me, if you don’t mind.” Flora looked at Vincent with such an intense expression, he felt like she was ten feet larger than she was in reality. Wordlessly, Vincent nodded and brought a hand up for Flora to rest on, bringing her up to his lips. They kisses, softly at first, Flora rubbing what she could reach of Vincent’s face, teasing his lips with her tail, before finally he pulled away and brought her up to his parted lips. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, gently reaching for her until he let the very tip rub along her folds where she had been grinding on the stem of the flower.

Floette grabbed at Vincent’s nose, her flower resting in his palms as he teased her with his tongue. Her noises picked up again now, much sweeter to Vincent’s ears now that he was the one causing them, and he closed his eyes to lose himself in the sweet taste of Flora on his tongue. Vincent leaned back against the wall, letting one hand reach down to palm himself through his slacks, humming against Flora while the tip of his tongue flicked across Flora’s folds, teasing her with a variety of pressures and speeds to see what she liked the best, but he wasn’t able to get very far before Flora’s whining hit a fever pitch as she started humping his tongue, riding out her orgasm on him.

Vincent pulled her away when she seemed to settle down, holding her far enough from his face that he could focus on her. She was blushing, her sex still slick with a mixture of discharge and his saliva, but she smiled up at him and nestled into his hand.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Flora?”

“Very much so, I feel like it’s been three thousand years. But, I dare say I’m still ready to go. One of the perks of all that work you’ve done to help me feel like a young woman again.~”