Title: Crushed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #22, Crushed

Rating: PG-13
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

 

            Leda does not know what went wrong.

            She was all set to make Lance hers. All she had to do was get pregnant with his baby, and then he would be forced to marry her. He was honorable enough to do so, and she could ship the kid off to boarding school or something anyway. Then she would be living the good life.

            But no!

            Somehow, her plan backfired.

            She laced his drink! She used aphrodisiac perfume! She even bribed the waiters to fill his plate with nothing but drugs.

            What went wrong?

 

            “Isn’t it fortunate you have me?” Red smirks, as she traces lines down her husband’s bare chest.

            Lance smirks, and pulls Red into a kiss. “Indeed.”

            After all, it was she who noticed him becoming twitchy, and so she dragged him home, much to that rich lady’s despair – she probably had some elaborate plan for forcing a marriage.

            Then again, Lance hates babies, and there are abortion clinics for a reason! Not that she has to worry – he’s sterile, to boot.

            Disgusting whores don’t know these logistics, though.

 

            Red knows, logically, why women fling themselves at her Mate. First of all, their marriage is a secret. No one knows, and five thousand Pokeyen convinced the clerk who filed their certificate to keep his mouth shut. Another ten thousand Pokeyen made their records unavailable to the public.

            Not surprisingly, they think he’s a bachelor. They should know better – all the good men are taken or gay.

 

Secondly, Lance is rich, and talented, and powerful, plus a Dragon Master. He’s also an excellent cook and good in bed, though Red is fairly sure she’s the only one who knows about these two traits, and she plans on keeping it that way!

There is no way she’s going to share. That’s just vulgar.

            She feels him shift slightly, hears the little catch in his breath, and she purrs, pausing to kiss him as she snuggles closer.

            “Mine…”

            “I’m yours, I know.” Lance responds, and they kiss again, before she moves on to the main course.

            He closes his eyes and relaxes, glad that he still has his wife and his integrity.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/24/06

Edited 6/8/09

Hehehe… Red’s a bit more impulsive in this one, too…