Title: Cold
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #16, Cold

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, Het, fluff

 

            Red sneezed.

            Lance glanced over at him, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a smile as she took in her friend’s bundled state. Red was warmly clad in two jackets, a down parka, and had three different multicolored scarves (probably hand-knitted by his many fangirls) wound about his face, as well as a cap with earflaps pulled over his eyes. Lance could barely make out his profile; much less his features save for a few odd tufts of spiky black hair that stuck out every which way.

 

            “Are you really that cold, Red?”

            “I can’t believe you’re walking around in a nothing but a skintight bodysuit and a cape! It’s snowing, for the love of Lugia!”

            “They’re warm.” Lance shrugged.

            He rolled his eyes. She could be unbelievable, sometimes. Nonetheless, he knew that she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

            Well, women did have more body fat, right?

 

            “If it bothers you that much, I’ll put a jacket on.”

            “You’re unbelievable.” He sighed.

            “I thought that was one of those things you liked about me.” She purred.

            Red flushed, before he shook his head and packed his mittened hands together for a few minutes. “You’re it.” He said, and that was the only warning Lance got before a snowball impacted upon her shoulder.

            Lance brushed her self off casually, before she smirked. “I believe that was a challenge.” She grinned and reached down to scoop up her own handful of snow. They spent the rest of the afternoon happily pelting each other, and returned to their rooms absolutely soaked.

 

            After stripping off their wet clothing, they soaked in the hot tub, sipping mugs of steaming hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream.

            “Don’t you love winter?” Red beamed.

            “When I’m with you, yes,” Lance kissed him on the cheek, and her husband smiled, flushing pink.

            “Me too…” He admitted.

            They sank back into the warm water, relaxing. Outside, the snow continued to fall in gentle flakes of white fluff.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/24/06

Edited 6/8/09

Fluffiness! After all that angsty incest, I decided it was time for fluff!

Pika-chan: Oh sure, put the poor fluff muse to work

Phantomness: ^_~