pokeshipping drabble : december 25th
On Christmas morning, there’s a knock at Misty’s front door. When she opens it, she sees a pretty holiday box on the ground with a dainty bow wrapped around it… but, before she can fully appreciate its appearance, the box starts to shake a bit.
Worried yet curious, Misty bends down and removes the bow.
“Pikachupi!” a familiar electric mouse shouts excitedly, popping his head out from under the cardboard lid and immediately thrusting it over so he can leap up into the redhead’s arms.
“P - Pikachu, how’d you…? Why would Ash throw you in a box?!” she asks incredulously, “Did that idiot actually try to mail you here?!”
“Of course not,” says a voice that’s as familiar as the Pokemon Misty had found waiting for her on her stoop. “That idiot just thought that his visit would be more surprising if you saw Pikachu first,” he laughs, stepping up from his position glued to the wall on her right.
“A - Ash…” the redhead mumbles with a frustratingly obvious flush, biting her lower lip, standing up again, “I can’t believe you’d actually…” But the words fade to nothing when she reaches for him and grips him in the strongest one-armed hug she can, Pikachu still monopolizing her other arm.
“Yeah… Merry Christmas, Misty,” he wishes her tenderly, wrapping his arms around her too.