Title: Appearances
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #1, Cinnamon

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: AU, het, bondage

 

            Lance tasted like cinnamon, spicy and sweet in just the right combination, Red thought, as he straddled her hips. His captive struggled, but the chains were locked tightly around her wrists. Red purred as he began to undo the fastenings on her clothing, licking his lips.

            “You won’t get away with this.” She warned him.

            “I think I will.” He told her, smirking. “I’m too young and naïve and weak to know about these things. No one would ever believe I did this.”

            “Perhaps,” She agreed, eyeing him from beneath slightly parted lashes. “But they don’t call me Dragon Master for nothing.”

            She found it amusing, how he thought he could tame her. Did he think her pure and innocent? Being a wife did not make one clueless, and she had done plenty of research on her own.

            Well, he would find out soon enough.

 

            He waved his hand flippantly. “I don’t think so. Unless you can heal yourself out of those shackles, you’re stuck.”

            At least, that was what he thought.

            She did not reply, and Red finished stripping her out of the multiple layers. The corset had been a pain in the butt to unlace, and he wasted precious time doing so. With a grin, he began to prepare himself. Suddenly though, she was no longer tied up, but free, and keeping him pinned down.

            “We might as well prove them right then, shall we?” Lance purred, despite the blood trickling down from her wrists.

            Red grinned in response, and they kissed again.

 

            “So how did you get out?” Red asked, hours later, as he lay sated and purring against her chest.

            Lance chuckled. “Blood makes a good lubricant, love, as you should know.”

            “Oh,” He blushed. There was a pause, before he spoke again. “Did I hurt you?”

            “No,” She reassured him. She would have used the safe-word otherwise. Then again, he did tend to underestimate her.

            She was not that fragile!

 

            “Can we do that again sometime? I do want to get it right someday.”

            “Perhaps,” She said, eying the bottle of cinnamon-scented oil on the nightstand. “Are you up for round two?”

            “Yes!” Red cheered.

            Lance tossed him the lube with a grin. “Well, why don’t you prove it?”

            And he did.

 

End Fic

Completed 8/19/06

Edited 9/19/09

Pointless smut! WHEE!

Of course, I like PWP ^^, but only with certain couples.