Title: Devious
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #27, Devious
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, implied sex

Red knows that his wife is a busy woman, but he also knows that tomorrow is their anniversary and he has to do something special. He contemplates dragging her away from her desk and secretly starting a bonfire with the leaning tower of paperwork, but there might be people who really need their letters answered somewhere in the stack, so he doesn’t.

Instead, he finds the temperature controls for the heating system and starts fiddling with them.

For a while, Lance doesn’t notice anything, because she has dragon blood and that helps with protection from the elements, but when ice starts to form on her desk, she knows something is up.

She stalks out and finds Red grinning impishly, and that’s when something hits her in the back and everything goes dark.

* Tricked again… *

When she wakes up, she is rather tied up, in fact, she’s secured to their bed, though she doesn’t recognize the silk scarves – someone has been shopping! She sighs, and Red grins, jumping onto the mattress and looking unrepentantly happy. Then he kisses her, and she quits thinking about uncomfortable things, like the restraints around her wrists and ankles, which she is quite sure she knows how to break out of.

He’s quite enthusiastic, and after a few minutes of teasing, she is in the mood. It’s convenient that they’re both nude.

Someone has definitely been planning this.

They kiss, and then play. In fact, they play so hard that he blacks out in ecstasy.

Red wakes up to find that his wife has gotten free and now he’s the one tied up. Worse of all, the bindings are completely different and he has no idea what she’s done! Are those knots?

“Where did you learn this?”

“That’s a secret.” She smirks, thinking of the collection of sex-related literature locked in her office desk. No one would ever think of looking there! After all, keeping her mind on statistics and spreadsheets all the time is boring.

He pouts. “Are you going to untie me?”

Is that fair?

She just smirks, and picks up a feather, beginning to tickle him. He yowls and arches up against the scarves, laughing hysterically.

Lance grins as she brushes the tip against his nose, and continues. Finally, though, she stops, and he gasps for breath, almost purple in the face.

“I think,” She purrs, “That someone has had too much free time.”

Turnabout is fair play, after all.

However, he notices that she doesn’t even mention work, and grins, because he’s won this round, even if he’s the only one who knows it.

Besides, considering her mood, he doubts they’ll be leaving the bedroom anytime soon.

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

Edited 7/19/09

I will go all out and write a lemon sometime. I promise.