As she exited the bathroom, a trail of mist followed behind her, the sight of the now shirtless man definitely did raise a brow. It...typically wouldn't bother her - but, considering they were...well, dating now, it did feel a bit...odd. Thankfully, she didn't blush, nor did she spare him another glance, otherwise intent on not showing that it somewhat bothered her....Unfortunately, the man had 'other' plans for her.

Before she could collapse onto the warm, soft bed and probably immediately fall asleep, arms suddenly entangled themselves around her waist in a firm, yet snug, motion, completely catching her off guard. She found her body being drawn back, pressed against something firm - something warm...something living. On her back, she felt the steady, thumping beat of his heart, and the warmth of a breath against her neck. Even someone like her couldn't help but shiver slightly - she swore she felt goosebumps forming on her skin. Every instinct in her screamed to react - violently - as she felt her personal space being way invaded. The only thing that saved the 'mysterious' figure from being flipped over her shoulder or elbowed in the gut was because of who they were - anyone else would've been on the floor. Bleeding. Badly.

But, either way, it didn't necessarily help her in her situation either.

Lips nearly pressed to the shell of her ear, warm breath tickling it as white locks brushed against her cheeks - such simple gestures that made her body tense and heart squeeze. Just...what the hell type of game was Azad playing? His cold command made her blood freeze - her body tensing further. She wanted to glare at him - to scoff, maybe even shove him away. But, almost pathetically enough, she was frozen in place. This situation was new to her, and she had no idea what to do.

And so, the woman was otherwise forced to bear witness to the man's 'revenge'.

It...stirred several emotions inside of her, despite leaving her otherwise speechless. His boldness in going through with such a 'revenge' to the way that him being so damned close could make her feel was...appalling. Really, she had underestimated him - she had severely underestimated him. This situation of her helplessness and her inability to counter his words...irritated her. It pissed her off. And yet, she wanted...more. She wasn't a...lustful woman, per say, but, she did have the genes of one running through her. And she'd be damned if she didn't admit to the fact that the man's whispered words against her neck didn't...effect her any.

An audible gasp left her lips as his own barely touched her sensitive skin- she nearly jumped in his grasp. Her cheeks burned at the mere mention of a 'punishment', her eyes widening slightly. "I-I don't-" She could barely get the stuttered words from out her mouth, as her cheeks turned a dark red. She couldn't just punch herself out of this situation, and fucking hell it sucked. She felt like a cat turned into a mouse, underneath the claws of a damned tiger, and it...sucked. Whatever victory she felt previously had all but been drained, leaving nothing but a sense of hopelessness. Had she...lost?

The man let go, leaving her there, shaken, angered, and annoyed. 'God fucking dammit,' she hissed at herself as she turned to stare at him with a rather smoldering violet gaze - which only intensified at his arrogant, victorious words. The bastard thought he had won...And what pissed her off the most was that he had. She could've just went over there - grabbed him by his collar, threaten him to 'take it back'...but, that wouldn't work. She knew it wouldn't. Multiple scenarios played in her mind of how she could 'win' this all the while glowering at the man, silent as could be. She could kiss him into submission? No, that wouldn't work. She could - no, that wouldn't work either. When it came to battles like 'theses', she was weaponless, and she hated it.

But...what could she do?

Slowly, a loud, irritated sigh erupted from Vivian's lips. To any other, she likely would've said 'fuck off' or some variant of it. She was Vivian Valestein, she never gave in, even if she was in the wrong. And yet, the female grumbled out, in the tiniest of voices with enough venom to make a muk feel clean, "crystal."

With that, she plopped herself onto the bed, back turned towards him - she was positively pouting. Or, possibly scheming. For, he may have won the battle, but, he hadn't won the war. And she'd be damned if she took this loss and let it end there. 

Ugh, dammit. She should've done something. She should've said something. Since when had she ever taken things and just...accepted it? Frustration pulled in her stomach - more so because she still felt...flustered? Embarrassed? The feeling of the man's chest against her beck to his lips threatening to touch her neck...They weren't new sensations - she was no stranger to 'skin on skin' contact but...The fact that it was Azad made her heart painfully shudder. She'd never felt this way about someone before, and honestly, it sucked.

"Fuck," the girl hissed under her breath, cheeks feeling like they were burning as she shuffled about on the bed. The flash of that victorious, cocky smirk hurt her on an egotistical level, and she didn't like it. Not at all. And so, after replaying the situation in her mind several times, the brunette decided that there was no way in hell she could take this lying down. There was no way she could let that stupid fucking nerd 'win' this. He wanted to play dirty? Well then, fine. Two could play that game.

With a plan of 'revenge' forming in her mind, the girl would impatiently wait, perking up only when the sound of the running shower finally came to a stop.

When the towel wearing man had finally came from out the door, he'd immediately feel something - or rather, someone, holding onto his arm and pressed into his side, basking it in warmth...and softness? Should he look over, he'd see Vivian staring up at him with a soft glower, lips twisted into a smirk that could be...mildly flirtatious. Most importantly though, her appearance...The silky robe she wore was...loose. Crooked, even, with quite a few of the buttons being loosened, if not totally undone, and showing...things. One hand reached forward, cupping his cheek in an oddly gentle, yet firm, touch - forcing their eyes to meet.

"You're still wet - you should've dried off more, idiot," she casually chided, firmly pressed to him. The hand that cupped his cheek would trail downwards, fingers lightly grazing over his warm skin as she traced them down his chest. It....was honestly taking everything in her not to shove him away and say, 'fuck it,' or become a blushing, flustered mess. Honestly, it was pretty much her sheer want of revenge, and perhaps slight pettiness, that was fueling her. She would not lose. "And you forgot your clothes too..." She paused, smirk growing into a taunting look, "Mmh, good luck finding them."

She'd pause, now resting her chin against his arm, her hand now resting against his hip in a very...suggestive manner - but, she didn't dare move any further. "Or, maybe you don't want to find them?"

This was embarrassing. This was stupid. So stupid. But...
'I'm not fucking losing.'

She had won. There was no way she couldn't have. That sharp violet gaze of hers could see that flicker of unease in his emerald depths - she could feel that pattering heartbeat of his from where her fingers lingered against his chest. Azad had a strong will - and it was lingering on, trying to fight. But, there was no way he could win. And so, the brunette fully expected him to yield - to see that glimmer of defeat in his eyes

And for a moment, she swore she saw it.

...Until it was promptly snatched away from her almost as quickly as she was tossed over his shoulder. Like a feline that'd been suddenly tossed into the air, she partially clung to Azad, glaring at him as she immediately began to complain, "Azad what the fu-" She couldn't even finish her hiss before her body was dropped - yes, dropped onto the downy bed. As much as she wanted to curse him out, he...did have a point. What they had was...different - special, yes. Something that she may have actually...cared for. She didn't want to ruin it because she refused to let her ego get bruised a bit - and so, as much as she hated to admit it {and never would}, he...was right.

And so, the girl only let out a small 'tch', but, didn't seem to press the dangerous 'game' she'd been playing with him any further. She instead turned her back to him once more - only to find herself being tugged into a warm...towel-less embrace. She could feel his face nestling against her, her lithe body caged into his warm grasp, their bodies entangled in what was supposed to be a loving spoon but...yeah, no. "Azad - you fucking...I swear to Arceus you better-" Her snarled threats were futile, as the man was fast asleep within a matter of moments.

His words lingered in her mind - and their closeness made a stinging feeling rise to her cheeks. Could she push him off the bed? Well - yeah, she definitely could, and probably with ease but...Did she really want to was the question? This...wasn't horrible.

And she didn't hate it.

"...I'm not your anything, fucking idiot," she grumbled under her breath, ignoring the slight twitch of her lips upwards. With that, she'd finally relax, letting the lulls of a peaceful sleep come over her.

Initially, the plan was to just...fum - and definitely not fall asleep...But, that failed. Like - completely. It only took a few minutes of the soothing warmth of being so close to the man to put the trainer to sleep.

There was...a slight fear that when she woke up, he wouldn't be there. That he'd be gone - that he had left her. It was stupid - pathetic, childish even, and something she'd never willingly admit to. But it was there. And it was potent enough to lull her away from her sweet dreams in favor of cracking open a tired eye in the middle of the night, if just to ease her fear. The warmth of another's embrace was still there, and the feeling of being protectively wrapped in his grasp was more than enough to ease her troubles. Relaxing against the man once more, it didn't take long for the female to fall asleep once more.

All in all...she couldn't remember having a more peaceful, relaxing slumber. It wasn't...bad - and that was something Vivian had the most problem with accepting. Because...she found herself not wanting to wake up from her tranquil rest, if anything. But, alas, all good things came to an end.

The sudden removal of warmth and security caused the female to abruptly awake, frowning slightly as she blinked several times lazily searching for her 'warmth' with cloudy eyes. Still a bit tired, she laid there for the most part, blinking in and out of sleep...she was positive she had drifted off - but, the sound of the bathroom door opening made the woman slowly rouse awake once more.

Sleepy, uncharacteristically soft, violet eyes would glower up at the man. "Mmh, did you have to move?" The complaint was the first to leave her lips, lacking its usual bite as she turned to look up at him from where she lay. Comically enough, her hair was a bit messy - making her usual glower look more like a docile pout than anything. In her half sleepy state, she found herself saying, in a soft, almost pleading voice, "come back...?" Hazy, tired violet eyes stared at the man, as though trying to entice him to sleeping in, together, with her...The moment they both woke up...that meant they'd part ways, right?

Ah...what was she saying/thinking? She was letting her sleepiness get to her.

With that, her usual, 'Vivian logic' soon began to click in. Her soft words would linger in the air for only a few moments before they were retracted when the woman suddenly sat up with another yawn, stretching. "Mmh...Forget it." Was that...disappointment in her voice? If it was, she didn't let it linger much longer, as she sat up, letting her legs swing from over the bed as she shakily stood, stretching and yawning once more.

"...Morning - put more clothes on, dammit" she grumpily stated, grabbing various things as she made her way to the bathroom. She wasn't exactly happy to be up, but, what choice did she have?

She'd pause by the bathroom door, quietly asking, "are...you leaving now? Not that I care, really - do whatever you want."

Impatient irritation began to briefly spread through the female - or maybe anxiety - when the silvery haired man hadn't answered her yet. Lips opening to probably snap at him once more, she never got the chance as, reminiscent to last night, she was abruptly picked up, once again over his shoulder before being placed onto the bed. Unlike last night though, the man followed suit, and all too quickly, they were face to face, the female fighter being unable to move with her hands pinned underneath his own. The tips of his pale hair brushed against her cheeks as she stared up at him, violet eyes wide and a slight tint on her cheeks. "Azad...what...?" She breathed out, a confused, and highly embarrassed, expression playing on her face.

Before she could either threaten him or ask him what this was about, the professor seemed to explain himself...somewhat. He...wasn't leaving? For one reason or another, the thought was enough to make her lips dare to twitch upwards in the traces of a smile, her heart beginning to thud wildly in her chest - as annoying as it was. Their lips briefly met, and even if the contact was brief, it left a warm feeling that lingered, and a slight longing to...well, do it again. However, the trainer merely continued to stare - or, well, slightly glower maybe - up at him. But, it slowly softened as he began to tell her his 'true' intentions - a 'day off'.

The idea of spending a day to just relax alongside him sounded...honestly, great. But...still....That stubborn, fiery side that she always possessed seem to rear its head as an unsure look crossed in her eyes, a sigh coming from her lips, "I can't just..." She trailed off, hesitating. This - whatever 'this' was - wasn't the reason why she was here in Johto. She didn't really have time to relax or play around, did she? No - she was supposed to be focused on one thing, and one thing only. And any who got in her way was supposed to be crushed. And yet...

That equally stubborn, yet sensual, soft words was the pushing edge the girl needed, as her faltering gaze would snap back up to his in a slight glower. 'This bastard...he knows how to get what he wants, doesn't he?...Tch.' She continued to glower at him, that embarrassed, blushing look growing a bit stronger for a moment. "...You're so...fucking irritating," she scoffed, partially admitting her 'defeat' without directly stating it. She was positive he could feel her heart thudding from how close they were pressed together - he knew he'd won her over by now.

Despite this, warmth would soon press to her lips once more, as the two young adults shared yet another kiss...however, this one was far more...deeper. Far more passionate. And it was hard for the fighter to...reign herself in - per say. She didn't want to let go of the sensual, warm touch they were sharing, even if her lungs were beginning to scream for air. But, eventually, they pulled away, their foreheads resting warmly against one another, the professor's hand now lightly stroking her blushing cheeks.

Panting softly, she'd glower at him once more, letting out a slight scoff.
"Shut up," she soon snapped, sounding embarrassed once more, but, quieted, in favor of listening to him once more. She...had to admit that the idea of it all sounded great. "Just us?" She repeated, violet and emerald eyes clashing as she stared him down. But, finally, she'd give a nod, a rare, soft look in her eyes. "Fine. Just one more day.....just us," she said, letting their lips brush against each other once more in the ghost of a kiss. "I'd...like that."

"Now - let me go before I kick you off, idiot. Also - develop a habit of doing...this," she referred to their rather...suggestive position, "and I'll break your arms so you can't." Of course she had to even out that rare show of warmth and affection with her usual - she wouldn't be Vivian Valestein without it.

She...honestly couldn't understand the man's love for her. It was weird, foreign - forbidden, even. She'd long since accepted that there'd never be someone out there for her - someone who could accept her many, many flaws and imperfections, and love them even. And, she'd been fine with it. An occasional heartbreak here and there, the usual one night stand - she'd be perfectly fine. Honestly, at this point, she'd always just assumed herself to be above romance and that 'sappy shit' - it was a waste of time, one that rarely lasted, and, most importantly, would just distract her from her true desire; power.

...But, now look at her. She wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed - or a bit ashamed, of how much she felt for the man. The idea of someone - anyone, catching her in an act like this...ugh. But, did she regret it?

Heh, hell no.

At her threat, she expected the man to back off, even if she knew, somewhere inside of her, she didn't want him to. "What-" Before she could question what exactly he meant, her lips were captured in his own in yet another kiss. However, this time, it was much more than just their usual quick peck on the lips. This time, the man put all of his feelings on display in the form of passion, as their lip-locking had quickly turned deep and sensual. It wasn't just a kiss - he was really...putting his all into it, wasn't he? In a manner that made her heart flutter against her ribs, she could feel the warmth of his tongue carefully pressing against her mouth, threatening to snake its way inside and deepen this explosion of emotions. Surprisingly, the feisty woman, too engorged in the overbearing emotions she felt, was quick to comply. Her lips would part, letting him feel the warmth of not only her mouth, but, her own tongue lightly flickering against his own. Her kisses were sweet in nature - but, just as she was, they were rough. Teeth would lightly nibble at his lips in a flirtatious, claiming manner to her tongue twining with his own in a dominant embrace...

However, much too soon for her tastes, the kiss had ended, leaving the two slightly out of breath. A shiver would trail down her form as she felt his hands lightly trailing up her hips, making her want to feel his touch even more. Soon enough, warm breath was flush against her skin as Azad's lips carefully traced a path of light, gentle touches against her sensitive neck, resting near her ear to whisper in a careful voice that made her only nod - as though she couldn't find a means to speak. Once again, the two young lovers shared a kiss, as her hand had hesitantly rested against his cheek, possessing a gentleness that didn't seem to fit the usually brash woman. Their bodies were pressed flush against one another, allowing her to feel his heart beat and he her own...it felt so weird, and yet, she didn't really want it any other way. The idea of training - of being the champion of champions, the recognizable strongest...it was briefly forgotten about as their eyes stared into each other, as if testing the emotions each other felt.

Neither wavered.

Chest lightly heaving as they rested their foreheads against one another, the serious look that bore into her was...much unlike anything she'd ever seen come from the professor. It was different than when he was focused on his work or trying to prove a point to her - different from when he was, attempting, to scold her or went on long, passionate speeches of his studies...Because on his lips was a smile - so warm and bright, the female had to do a double take. This all...just didn't make sense to her - it felt surreal...and she was almost positive that it wasn't real. Too many times had she been screwed over because she was gullible, stupid, and weak in the past. She'd thought she was past that point, but...'He's not like that,' she forced herself not to flinch away from such a radiant, happy look he gave her.

In fact - for a very, very brief moment, the trainer mimicked it. There was no brief smile nor a half smirk riddled with mischevious. Her typical, bad-tempered frown was no where in sight - for a brief moment, Azad would be one of the very few people who'd see the woman actually...smile. A soft, lovely smile, filled with a certain trust that few others would ever gain, and an affection held by him alone. Of course, as soon as it had appeared, it was gone - but, it had definitely been there.

"Azad..." She quietly breathed out his name as he promised her - swore to her, even, that she'd attain the one thing she sought for - that she'd be recognized not just by him but, the world. Had this been any other, she might've laughed in their face, rolled her eyes - perhaps even grown angry. But, he wasn't lying. He wasn't joking. He...genuinely, truly believed in her - something not even her own flesh and blood would do.

Was this...real?

For a moment, she stared at him, unsure what to say - what to do. She wasn't good with speaking. She'd only train her fists over the years, and her heart to grow tougher...the idea of ever expressing her emotions to another was a lesson she lacked. "I lov-...." It was clear what she wanted to say, but...The words wouldn't leave her lips. It wasn't because she didn't she just..."Fuck.." She whispered, irritation and distraught briefly in her voice - enough to where she sounded incredibly...somber if anything. Why couldn't she just say it - why couldn't she ever just open herself up, for once?

"Sorry..." She'd end up muttering softly, eyes nearly closing as she'd let her forehead rest warmly against his own, hand leaving his cheek to lightly brush his silvery locks away from his face. "I..." What could she say? "...Thanks," she'd finally end up muttering. It felt a bit pathetic in regards to his own, heartfelt words...But, she could only hope he understood. He did seem to, for whatever reason, understand and see things about her that no one else ever could.

For several moments, the duo would stay like this, locked in each others embrace - not moving not feverishly kissing one another, but, instead sharing a moment of just...enjoying each other's presence in a way none had likely ever understood before.

And it was lovely - fantastic, even. And...perhaps would've lead to something more.

...Had she not suddenly she kicked him. Hard.

In a well-placed knee to the gut, the professor would wind up on the floor, the blushing, brutish female looking away with her arms crossed over her chest as she sat up. She...honestly didn't mean to kick him that hard - but, he hopefully wasn't throwing up blood or anything.

"....I warned you."

Her usual, arrogant smirk played upon her lips - vastly different from the softer side she'd shown the man before - especially since she looked a bit amused at his apparent pain.

"You're not dead, right? You said you'd go get breakfast."

The intense moment they shared was over far sooner than she had hoped...even if it was partially her fault. Still, she couldn't, nor would she, forget the feeling of his lips pressing so passionately to her own, or the way they held one another. It was much different than the rough touch she was used to - it was the embrace of a lover. Not a momentary affection or lust - and it was new to the female. However...it was funny how one never realized how much they wanted something until they got a taste of it. The fighter was almost tempted to just go, 'fuck it,' and plant herself back into the warmth of the man before her...perhaps be a bit more demanding with the complex emotions, and needs, she felt.

But, she didn't move, instead allowing for the smooth touch of his fingers against her legs and feet to cause a shiver of content pass down her lithe frame. Slightly narrowed, violet eyes would carefully watched the man as he gently gave her a massage, a soft, 'mmh', leaving her lips once. But, of course, she wouldn't give him any more satisfaction. "Eh? Are you blaming me?" She quirked a brow, but, only let out a small scoff - but, thankfully didn't abuse than man any further nor give him an earful. Instead, she'd gone briefly quiet as she tried to think of what it was she wanted for breakfast...She was so used to just eating something like an energy bar or whatever else she could scrap up...

Having choices like this really felt...odd.

Finally, after being a bit lost in his rather sensual touch, she'd speak up, "pancakes." She simply stated - offering no further explanation...excluding a small glower that screamed, 'don't ask'. So what if she had a sweet tooth? She also couldn't remember the last time she'd tasted the unmistakably fluffy, sweet breakfast food...Just the thought of it was enough to make her mouth water. "Hurry up." She'd soon insist, voice as sharp and snappy as ever. With that, the brunette would finally get to her feet, adjusting her slightly shuffled clothing, and watching as Azad prepared himself to go and retrieve their breakfast.

She brushed past him - heading towards the bathroom to finally get dressed, if only to briefly stop as the man asked a question reminiscent of her own. It was enough to make her stop, her body turning back towards him to briefly stare at the pale haired man with an unreadable expression. It might've been because she never expected Azad of all people to...well, be concerned about such things. He was strong-willed and always sure of himself...And yet, that made the female feel even more of a need to reassure him.

Surprisingly, no harsh taunts or snide remarks fell from her lips as she briefly stepped towards the man once more. A smaller hand would briefly enclose around his own, fingers intertwining if just to give the man's larger hand a tight, reassuring squeeze. It was a small gesture that was over as soon as it had began, but, she could only hope it worked. Arceus knows her verbal reassurances weren't the best...

"Yeah," she told him quietly, turning her back to him once more, barely hiding the slight hint of her lips curling upwards, "Just us today, remember?" The surprisingly sweet words left her lips as she headed towards the bathroom door once more, stopping only to add, in her usual snarky, taunting tone,

"Oi- knock before you come back in - otherwise, you might see something you shouldn't."