Well, this ought to be interesting… I’ll take a whack at it!

Title: Flirty
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #40, Flirty
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, alcohol

“You seem rather giggly today.” Lance frowned, as he steered Red through the halls, trying to get her into their bedroom before anything else happened. “You haven’t been in Agatha’s cooking wine again, have you?”

She fluttered her eyelashes and purred.

“I suppose I’ll take that as a yes.” Her husband sighed. “Was it really necessary of you to shower President Goodman in flowers when he walked in? You nearly gave the man a heart attack!”

“I was just being nice, dear.” Red pouted, before she wound an arm around his waist and stood up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “But perhaps you were jealous?” She suggested. “And if he had gotten cardiac arrest, you wouldn’t have minded, would you?”

“No, and only a little,” Lance chuckled. “What a girlish change of pace. I almost want to dress you up pretty and turn some heads tonight.”

Red simpered, as her tongue darted out to lick his cheek. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” Lance turned, pinning Red against the wall with a knee between her thighs. “You’re so uninhibited, it might be fun…”

Red just giggled as he felt her up, grinning. Who said a shirt and jeans couldn’t be hot? Admittedly, they flattered her curves quite well, and the dark green shirt had cute little pink roses for buttons, which he was trying to undo and muttering about. However, he seemed to recognize where they were and regretfully withdrew his hands.

If this was all it took to get him hot and bothered, she should try it more often! He could be a bit of a prude sometimes.

She was already in the mood, and he knew it.

There wasn’t a special occasion, but that didn’t matter!

“We still have a date for tonight,” Lance reminded her, as they ducked into their room. “And you’re dressing up.”

“I can’t wait.” She answered honestly, as she pirouetted in front of his vanity mirror, pursing her lips at her reflection.

Lance shook his head ruefully, and went to run the water for their shower.

She began searching through her closet thoughtfully. What to wear? Besides, where was he taking her? Did he want the high-class look, or maybe something cute? Lace and beads could be fun too…

“Not the opera,” He called, retrieving a fresh bar of soap from under the sink. “I don’t think either of us could endure a couple of hours of that.”

* Yay! * She cheered mentally. In that case, they’d probably have a nice dinner and then head home. She tossed a pantsuit aside and kept searching.

Finally, they could burn off some stress…

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

Edited 7/24/09

And yeah, Red’s a bit high…