Title: Portrait
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #17, Inspiration
Rating: PG-13
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 don’t see why you want me to pose for you.” Red told her husband grumpily.

Lance peered over the pad of paper he was holding, charcoal stick still in hand. “I’m paying you good money for this, so I don’t see why you’re complaining.” Of course, that was not strictly correct. Instead, they had bartered chores, and he would be the one washing dishes all next week.

The woman sighed. “But standing like this is boring.”

“I’m drawing as fast as I can!”

“If I don’t get a break soon, I’m going to frown…”

“Frown all you like.” He said absentmindedly, as he skritch-scratched over the paper. “As long as you don’t move, it matters little. I already did your face.”

Red blinked. “You did?”

“Quite,” He squinted at the paper. “Ah… That’s it!” He made a few more pencil strokes, before he nodded. “You can stop now.”

Red gratefully sank to her feet. The pose was simple enough, all she had to do was stand, hold her chin out, and look confident, but after two hours, she had gotten cramped. Her legs and thighs were tingling like pins and needles. It was not nice!

“I think I’ll go take a long, hot shower.” She muttered. “Want to join me?”

Lance smirked, putting his sketchpad down. “I’ll paint it later then.”

She grinned, and kissed him before running down the hall to the bathroom. Her husband chuckled, following at a more leisurely pace.

Three days later, it was done. Red stared at the painting. She was wearing her normal outfit of a t-shirt, jacket and blue jeans. The backdrop was not what she had expected though – instead of the room, it was a star-spangled tapestry of night.

“Do you like it?” Lance asked.

She could only stare for a few minutes, before she nodded. “I love it.”

“Good.” He pulled her into a kiss, and she bit back a whimper.

“Lance… how did you do it?”

He smirked. “Let’s just say that you were very… inspiring.”

Red shook her head, but smiled. “I see…”

He turned to look at her. “Now, do you believe me when I say I know what I am doing?”

She stuck out her tongue.

Lance chuckled, reaching over and tousling her hair. “That’s not nice.”

She just grinned. “What are you going to do about it?”

Desire flashed in his eyes. “I’m sure I’ll think of something, Red,” He purred, and set the portrait aside.

One pounce later, there was no more talking.

End Fic

Completed 8/23/06

Edited 9/16/09

Fluff! And since it’s an established relationship, I don’t have to explain how they got together…