Title: Traditions
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #138, Routine
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. Game-verse

Warnings: Fanon, het

Red and Lance have a routine, though it’s more of a tradition. Every Wednesday night after work, Lance picks her up. They head to Charlotte’s All-night Coffee and Ice Cream, where he buys her a sundae. They sit at the little booths with their blue plastic chairs, Lance watching indulgently while Red scoops whipped cream and cherries and chocolate sprinkles up in large bites. Lance sips his tea slowly, and soon, Red will begin to talk.

Red doesn’t like her job, but if she resigned, who would take care of the pokemon? Someone has to do it, and if she has to sacrifice life and health and happiness she will. Besides, she isn’t alone – she has the Elite Four with her, including her husband.

Red tells Lance about greedy businessmen, and lecherous council members, and plain stupid idiots who somehow wound up in a position of power, and she crumples up napkins as she gesticulates, and Lance just nods, and listens, and his quiet presence is all she needs.

Then, they go home, after all of the ice cream is finished, and Lance locks the door behind them, and then they make love. Sometimes it’s frantic and dark and rough, sometimes it’s sweet and tender, and sometimes they do both, but they always sleep late on Thursday mornings.

And as long as she has her Lance, this is one routine Red wouldn’t change for anything in the world.

End Fic

Completed 9/28/07

Edited 3/8/09

I hate studying Japanese vocabulary, especially if there’s ten billion kanji…