Since when did villains get a happy ending? Usually the heroes in the story get the fame, the love, the desire by all

So when did it change?

When and what time was this transfigured? Was it years ago? Or was it tonight?

Sheets crumbled and legs scattered; her head in the crook of my neck. Whispering sweet, honey-laced nothings. I have no desire to move, to even dare awakening the woman beside me.

Since when do the villains get loved- by the hero, no less?

I recall the countless times we faced each other, playing the board like chess.

One step forward, two steps back.

This lasted for years, and years. Until…now?

What changed between us? Was it the bickering, or the monologue I oh so desperately played out? Maybe it was the subtle touches during our fights, so gentle and sweet.

Why does this woman- this hero- have a confidence like a bull. The strength like a sword- sharp and swift. She pinned me against my wall, mumbling ‘ I’m sick of you beating around the bush’.

Am I, though?

She launched herself onto me, her lips like a wildfire as her hands grasped at my brown locks. Why did I let her go further?

Maybe it’s because I desire the same thing.

Yes, truly it is.

She’s now in my bed, sleeping peacefully. Her shallow breaths take mine away- she’s at ease.

With me.

Someone who fought her for ages. Someone who caused her a great nuisance. Ruining her days with my idiotic inventions and devices.

Did she like the fight I put up? Was that why she never threw me in jail, to keep this game beating; alive and well?

I’ve seen her battles before with others- she has no mercy on them. I’ve seen people be tossed like a rock into a stream- effortlessly, no less.

Truth be told, I’m terrified that she’ll do the same thing. And now that we’re, ever so close she’ll do the same thing as all the others.

Alas, she wouldn’t.

After the first kiss, more followed. Nothing too dangerous- she has a reputation to keep up, right? Maybe that was thrown away as well?

“ I’m sick and tired of playing this game with you, Zack”

Her voice was like honeysuckle; sweet yet seducing.

“ I’ve waited so long for you to finally say something, you men are dense idiots anymore”

Her lips land on my cheek, a smirk growing.

“ I always wanted you, Zack. You just are too deep into your work.”

Another.

“ Please say you want me too, Zack. I’ve seen how you act, how you graze me with your touch before a fight. When I let you go, a gaze of longing appears. Tell me it isn’t just me.”

I had no words for her in that moment. I only shook my head in agreement, before she ensnared me in affection.

The light peaks past my curtains, and for a minute I think all was a dream. A sweet, daring dream. Surely Unova wasn’t that courageous. I’m a villain, superhero’s don’t fall in love with us-

“ g’morning Z.”

My eyes shoot wide open, eyes glancing down to meet her green ones. She had a cheshire grin plastered on her face.

“ g-g-good morning…Unova…”

My voice trembled barely past a whisper. This was not a dream.

This was cruel reality.

Her fingers traces my jawline while sparks of fireworks explode within me.

“ you seem touch-starved Z. Not used to this?”

Hell, her giggles were alluring too. She cups my cheek within her hand, moving her lips towards my own.

“ Not going to talk? “

I shake my head no, too scared to speak.

She steals kisses off my lips, one after another. I have no words, nothing to protest. My actions are mushed and dissipated, along with my pride.

“ tsk tsk, you really are handsome with this bed head. “

My cheeks heat with warmth, my gaze leaving hers.

“ A-Aren’t you going to work, hero?”

She laughs, sitting up. She was in a shirt of my own, I realize.

“ Trying to get rid of me already? Zack, truly you wish me to stay much longer?”

“…I…Unova…”

Her smirk turns into a frown, eyes glinting.

“ My hero name is Unova, yes Zack. But right now, I’m Aiden.”

“ W-what happened to your suit?”

Her grin returns, possibly bigger than the last.

“ Well, after our…” her cheeks heat up a slight bit, however her eyes let out mischief. “ I wanted to trade it out for something more…comfortable…”

“…I…d-did we-“

“ ZACK NO”

I jump up, eyes widening. Did she just-

“ Nevula, are you all right? I heard yelling-“

“ I’m alright, Troy….how about you tell the others to take the day off. I need some….alone time.”

“ Yes Sire.”

Troy’s footsteps lead away from the room, while the bed creeks in protest.

Suddenly, arms wrap around my torso, attempting to pull me back to the bedside.

“ You sent your goonies away for the whole day? Makes me wonder what’s in that brain of yours, Z.”

She has a coy grin on her face as I look at her.

“ We need to discuss…how this is going to work out Aiden. You’re a hero and I’m…a villain.”

She huffs, throwing herself back to bed.

“ how about we just enjoy the day together, and ignore what roles we play, Zack.”

I lay beside her, grasping my hand into her own.

“ Just today we can be Zack and Aiden…no superhero or villain ties associated. But listen…d-darling. We need to discuss how this is going to work tomorrow. That’s…all I ask…”

She sits up, holding my hand tight.

“ I can do that, Z. However, we need to work on your flirting skills-“

“ Hush you, I’m still tired. I’d like to spend the morning in bed…with you…”

She cuddles close to my side, smiling softly.

“ I’d like that a lot, Zack.”