Title: Positive
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #12, Positive Statement
Rating: NC-17
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
“I want to kiss you.”
“… What?” Lance asked, wondering if he had perhaps misheard. He was used to odd things, but this was rather unexpected.
She sighed, before she climbed over Lance’s desk and planted a kiss on the redheaded man’s lips. “Like that.”
“Red, have you been drinking?” He asked none too tactfully.
“Of course not,” She purred, batting her eyelashes. Curious, and yet disapproving, he shook his head, taking in the dilated eyes, and as she leaned in and kissed him again, he tasted bitterness. Interesting…
Well, he might as well go along with it.
“And what else do you want to do, pet?”
She blinked, almost confused, as Lance slid his arms around her waist and pulled him close, watching Red flush in realization as she felt hardness pressing against her buttocks. Even through the fabric of her jeans, it was hot…
“Well?”
“Yes?” She squeaked.
He did not wait for a further response. With a smile, he kissed her again as he undid his wife’s belt, pushing her jeans down. Red clumsily managed to help before he pushed her panties out of the way and stroked her little slit. It looked like she had shaved herself bare, which was a nice surprise.
Red groaned and leaned against him, trying to stifle the feelings, but finally, she could take it no longer. She gave a quiet mew and soaked his hand with juice.
Lance smirked as he brought his fingertips to his mouth, licking them clean. “Well, Red? Did that help?”
She simply grinned and hugged him tightly. “Yes.”
… And that was when Lance realized that Red wasn’t drunk.
He shot her a startled look.
The black-haired woman just grinned back. “My goodness, you are so gentlemanly, dear.”
“Because I didn’t strip you and start riding you over my desk?” He teased.
She giggled. “I certainly would not mind that.”
Lance frowned, pretending to be angry. “So you deliberately set out to test my self control, is that it?”
Red looked thoughtful and pursed her lips, even though the only piece of clothing she was wearing now was a tight-fitting, blue-and-white striped t-shirt. He could not see a bra underneath, either.
“Maybe…” She sat on the edge of his desk. Her breasts strained against the fabric. He reached out and gripped a mound tightly, squeezing it.
“Oh!”
He smirked, and began to pull her shirt up. “Mine…”
“Yes,” She breathed, raising her arms so he could pull the clothing off. “I will always be yours… and only yours.”
“Good,” He said, and kissed her. “Now, where were we?”
Red grinned, not saying another word. There was no need to.
End Fic
Completed 1/6/07
Edited 9/9/09
A positive statement is a claim about how the world is (Brief Principles of Macroeconomics, 4th Edition by N. Gregory Mankiw)
And guess what? I just realized Red (From Pokemon Special/Adventures) is almost too perfect! He reminds me of Light from Death Note! How creepy…