Title: Refreshed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #78, Refreshed

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

 

            “Ahh…” Red sighed, as he walked out of the shower, toweling his long hair dry. “That really hit the spot.”

            Lance raised an eyebrow from her perch on the couch. “Oh? Did you have fun with your friends today?”

            He nodded.

            “I’m glad, then.” She gave him a small smile.

            Red bounced onto the couch, grinning wildly. “Were you jealous?”

            “No. I found the quiet atmosphere quite a change. I even managed to finish all of my work.” His wife replied.

 

            “Yay!” Red beamed.  “Paperwork really gives me the creeps.”

            “Ah, but unfortunately for you, your duties as Champion are still there.” She helpfully pointed to a desk towering with documents, including piles of fan mail. It seemed to grow glowing eyes and huge fangs as he stared at it.

            Was that a mountain?

            He groaned pathetically, not pleased with the situation. “Lance, you’re so mean.” The last thing he wanted to do now was work!

 

            “Come on, love. You had your break. Now it’s time for me to have mine.” She pointed out, quite reasonably.

             “You need time to recharge too?” He sighed. “But Lance-chan, if I’m busy… I won’t have any time to play with you tonight!”

            “Oh, I don’t think so,” She smirked. “We’ll see.”

            There was no point in doing this for him, not when he was out having fun. If he wanted to play with her, he had to make it a priority.

            Red had to learn responsibility and time management skills, after all.

 

            As she waltzed out of the room, Red sighed.

            Lance was right, of course, but it still was a pain! Maybe if he got everything done in time, they could still play tonight?

            * I’m not letting you go, Lance-chan… *

            He went back to his paperwork with a grin.

 

End Fic

Completed 10/6/06

Edited 7/2/09

No lemon, not even a kiss! *Gasp*

Lance: *Rolls eyes*

Phantomness: I’m sick. Cut me some slack!