There was no hesitation in his movement as he eyed the slight bend in Cynthia's posture, knowing exactly how he was going to make his grand entrance and assert himself.
Leaning over the desk and making small talk with the desk clerk she was arranging some room service matters with, Cynthia didn't pay much much to her surroundings.
She had a lot on her plate through the long weekend as the celebrity face of the Sinnoh Summer Festival, hosting the tournament, the contest, and generally acting as master of ceremonies.
Or mistress, as it were. All she wanted to do was set up what she had to deal with, to get all the pieces in place so that she had it all out of the way, with whatever luxury she could find in the day before it happened to come once it was all set; taking things one at a time now was a good way to keep from stressing herself before everything even started.
Paying so little attention to her surroundings, Cynthia didn't think anything of someone coming up beside her.
Until someone squeezed her ass.
For a second, Cynthia froze up, abruptly stopping mid-sentence. The firm dig of fingers into her rear was strong even through her pants and her coat, leaving her to look over her shoulder in dismay and frustration as the fingers released and came down again in a quick swat. Ready to call whoever had done it out, she started, "Excuse m--"
"I have a reservation under Ash Ketchum," Ash said to the adjacent clerk, ignoring Cynthia as he cut her off, handing his trainer ID to them before slowly turning his head and smirking at the champion, whose eyes went wide as her frustrations immediately fell silent.
It was fortunate that Ash had said his name, because Cynthia looked in shock at the man standing beside her, who she never would have recognized if he hadn't said anything.
The Ash she first met was a spindly, lean kid who couldn't think of anything but Pokemon training.
The Ash she met a few years later had matured and grown in so many ways, but he was still coming along at sixteen in ways that hadn't yet finished manifesting-but had manifested enough for her to proposition him in a little bit of her wicked sort of indulgence.
But now, as an adult, Ash was something else entirely. His wiry frame had bulked up over his travels and in growing up, broader shouldered and in incredible shape.
His black hair was even messier and longer than it once was, but in a more raggedly mature sort of way than just looking like a kid who, without his mom to tell him to, just started skipping his haircuts.
"Ash." Cynthia sounded very matter of fact by way of pure disbelief as she looked at him. It sounded strange to say as she looked at him, sp0otting the smile perking up in the corner of his mouth.
"It's good to see you again," he said, broadening his smile as if meeting an old friend by chance.
"I barely recognized you. You've really grown." Her sentence hung, 'grown' not the conclusion but the prelude to words that drifted off as she decided married woman in her thirties calling an eighteen year old any of the things running through her head was a terrible idea.
Words that ranged from 'handsome' to 'a hunk' to 'someone I need upstairs and inside of me right now' were all remarkably poor for and she didn't want to embarrass herself any more than she already was.
Almost nobody could throw Cynthia off of her game, but then, most of the time she was the one initiating contact and hitting on people too nervous to proposition a champion.
Ash was being bolder than most, and the surprise combined with the revelation of how he looked now were enough to leave her at a disadvantage.
A disadvantage Ash wanted to press even further. "Has it really been that long?" he asked, blowing it off as he worked his plan, knowing exactly how long it had been and how jarring the last few years had been.
Ash was a late bloomer, but he had most definitely bloomed. "Funny, it doesn't feel like it, and I actually hoped I would run into you because I wanted to talk about something from last the last time we met."
"You did?" Cynthia asked, taking half a second to remember how their last conversation had gone, and as she looked again at Ash, she couldn't help but bite her lip as the realizations hit her hard and fast.
"Yeah," he says, shifting his position so that the clerk doesn't notice his arm moving behind their backs as he goes in for an assertive second grab of her ass.
He could feel Cynthia tightening up against his touch as he groped her more openly and aggressively. "You made me an offer last time, and I didn't realize at the what you were asking me. If still stands, I would love to have a second chance at it."