You weren't expecting the call you received in the middle of the night. You weren't expecting it when you shot out of bed, weary eyed and sore legged from you last few Pokémon battles.
Nevertheless, you picked up your phone, the one gifted to you by the wonderfully gracious Steven Stone. When you saw his number, you couldn't refuse to answer.
"Hello?"
His hurried, breathless words immediately put you on edge. He sounded exhausted, and like he had been through a lot. Like something had happened. His breathing caught in his throat, a shudder in his voice.
"I need you here..."
The sound made you shudder, and your mind ran a mile a minute. What had happened? Were Pokémon attacking his home? Were Team Aqua and Team Magma causing him trouble?
You didn't wait-- you just threw on your jacket and rushed to his current residence.
Imagine your surprise when you got there, burst inside, and everything was completely calm?
"Mr. Stone? Steven? Are you alright?"
You stepped deeper into the dark of his place.
You completely froze when arms wrapped around you. You could tell it was him from the cold rings that slipped under your jacket and burned your skin, even above your night shirt.
His chest heaved against your back, and his nose pressed into the crook of your neck. You opened your mouth to speak, but were left breathless feeling a stiffness press against your lower back.
He couldn't hardly wait anymore. Hearing your voice just wasn't enough for him anymore. No amount of late night calls could amount to finally getting to hold you in his arms like this.
"Stay with me tonight."
Imagine your surprise when you learned that he had been pleasuring himself to the sound of your voice whenever he called you, and his soft groans weren't because of paperwork headaches.
But-- imagine his surprise when you press harder against him, and let your fingers hook into his hair.
"You're so needy, Steven. I'm all yours."
