>nighttime
>your Pokemon are all asleep snug in their balls
>you stretch, then slip under your covers
>a long sigh drifts from you, letting the day's stress go with it
>training is tough - physically for Pokemon, and mentally for their Trainers
>you nestle into your fortress of soft
>despite closed eyes, you register a red glow and a distinctive noise
>the click and swish of claws and a tail along the floor
>a pleasant scent reaches your nose
>so it's probably...
>one side of the mattress sinks as your Salazzle climbs on
>she flops gently on top of you and your blankets, tail draped over a leg
>for the next few minutes, the Pokemon shifts around often, occasionally muttering softly
>"Sala-la... lazz-sa zle la zle..."
>why you do it has several reasons
>one, she's keeping you up
>two, she trained hard and deserves a good rest
>three, that lovely scent of hers miiiight be messing with your head
>you look at her and lift the edge of the blanket
>cool air breaks into your warmth zone
>what a jerk, stupid cold air
>when she looks back, you speak softly
"You want under?"
>a happy smirk spreads across her toothy jaws
>before you can blink, Salazzle dives headfirst under the sheets
>as you let the covers drop back down, you feel her start to turn around by your leg
>fuck, were the rumors true?
>the lizard lifts the bottom of your shirt...
>you start to worry
>...then squirms her way up onto your chest
>her snout pokes through the neckhole
>she's done a fine job of burrowing
"Really?"
>"Lazzle laz-sa."
"Alright, but if you burn anything or poison me, you stay in the ball."
>"Zle salazzle."
>minutes pass
>the alluring scent her species is known for fades slightly
>against your chest, you can feel the Pokemon's breathing grow slow and regular
>you try to follow suit
>her warm body under your shirt almost removes the need for covers
>but, soft
>you stroke Salazzle's back through your shirt
>and slowly, your eyes close again...
 
 
 
 
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