Title: Embarrassed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #32, Embarrassed
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, established relationship

“… Well, now I know you’re not as innocent as I believed.” Lance muttered, although the teasing lilt in her voices belied her words.

Red hurriedly clamped his hands over his eyes, trying not to stare at her. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come in while you were changing!”

She sighed. “It’s all right, I suppose. I was just startled.” A moment later, he heard the sound of rustling cloth.

“You can open your eyes now.” The Dragon Master said dryly.

Both Red and his Espeon looked quite sheepish.

< I thought I had gotten the teleportation coordinates for your room right. I’m very sorry, Master. > Espeon looked ashamed, her ears and tail flicking nervously.

“It’s not your fault.” Red reassured her.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

“… I’ll leave now.” The Champion murmured. He was beet red to the tips of his ears as he and Espeon slunk out. She chuckled.

This had potential.

“Did you like what you saw?” The woman asked, smoothing down her nightgown. A muffled squeak was the only response she received.

As Red fled down the hall, Lance shrugged. She was sure that he really wasn’t that innocent. It would be fun to play with him, later.

She stretched, stifling a yawn. Now, she could have her uninterrupted nap. Honestly! Having to dress up for business meetings could be such a pain.

Sure enough, that night she caught Red waiting for her in their bedroom, after she came out of the shower, wrapped in a white bathrobe. He was wearing light blue pajamas and sitting on the coverlet.

“Well now, twice is a bit too much to discount as coincidence, wouldn’t you say?” Lance drawled, eying the small bottle in his hands dubiously.

Just what was he planning?

“I suppose so.” The black-haired teen looked anything but innocent, a small smile playing over his lips. “Its strawberry flavored.”

“I like strawberry.” His wife grinned. “But I might still need to punish you.”

Red just licked his lips slowly. “I look forward to it.”

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

Edited 7/28/09

No, Red is not innocent. He just likes pretending to be~.