Title: Too young
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #109, Young
Rating: R
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: Het, PWP

She’s too young for this, Lance thinks, dimly, and he knows that he should play the adult and pull away, but he can’t, not when Red is staring at him with those adoring eyes and Lugia, it’s been too long since anyone loved him, wanted him like this. His fingers tangle in dark hair as Red smiles, and then Red kisses him, the shy, delicate kiss of a virgin, and he knows – Lance knows – quite well what he’ll be taking but he doesn’t care. It’s really pointless, how age matters, because Red has proven her self more capable in the field than many adults – it’s thanks to her efforts that they were able to shut down Team Rocket once and for all, so really, society can go screw itself.

Red’s gasping as she feels Lance against her, those arms holding her steady, almost cradling her against the man’s chest but not quite, and Lance is staring at her with hunger, and his fangs flash to match his pretty golden eyes, and then Lance is kissing her and it’s so much better, wet and warm and she feels her nerves afire, skitterings of pleasure racing down her spine and spreading through her body. She can feel – feel so much, and she wants to drown in it, and Lance is hard, pressing against her thigh, and that makes her blaze hotter, as she pulls back from a kiss, dizzy, light-headed.

“Yes.” She manages to say, a single syllable of consent, and Lance kisses her again, sweet-slick, even as his hands are moving, and Red’s vaguely aware of her clothing being stripped away, but the air is cool and caressing, and then Lance’s hands are on her and there’s nothing to say, to think, except for that larger hand touching her there and it’s hot and hard and she’s moving and she can’t stop because it feels so good and lights explode behind her eyes as he screams.

She feels her vision black out, and when she blinks her eyes open again, Lance is lying next to her, and she has no idea how they wound up in Lance’s room, but the sheets are soft and feel good against her heated skin, and she blushes as she sees the bulge in Lance’s pants. Lance catches her eyes, and deliberately flicks his tongue out, licking his lips.

Red breathes, one breath, two, and then she smiles, and Lance takes that as incentive, and then she can feel Lance against her, and in her, and Lance fits inside her, like he belongs, and Red shakes from each thrust, shivering, until she feels Lance collapse against her and warmth flooding through her stomach, spreading to her breasts and making her feel snug and comfortable. It’s kind of strange, but she doesn’t mind, and the way Lance is staring, she knows Lance likes it and she’s not going to complain after Lance made her feel so good. Besides, she’s listening to Lance’s heartbeat and it really does match hers, and isn’t that enough proof that they’re meant for each other?

Red thinks so, even though she’s not really a romantic, and when she asks Lance, the Dragon Master chuckles and says of course.

And that’s the best ever.

End Fic

Completed 5/10/07

13 minutes~! ^^ Isn’t Red absolutely adorable? And I’m deliberately not giving her age; I think she’s at least 11 years old though.