There will be championshipping! And it will be reciprocal!

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: Sex, Misty-bashing

Chapter 4

Six months passed. Red was sitting in her office one day, when a familiar face peered into her office.

“Champion Red?” The boy asked, sunlight sparkling off his red hair. “I'm here to apply for the position of the Leader of the Elite.”

At the moment, she was immersed in her work. She looked up at the voice.

"L-Lance?" Her breath caught.

The boy blinked, before nodding. How had the Champion known his name?

She grinned as she ran up to him and hugged him tightly. < My love... >

Dumbfounded, he froze, but eventually hugged her back. * What’s going on here? Did she already see my paperwork? *

That was when she draped the necklace over his neck.

He looked up at her. * Huh? *

< Shh… > Red ran her fingers through his hair. < My Prince. >

Golden eyes widened. < Oh... > it was the very same necklace that had trapped him for so long.

< I missed you so much. > Red leaned in to kiss him.

Lance just smiled.

"Mmm." Red leaned her head against his chest.

Lance hugged her.

She blushed.

“So, does this mean that I don't need an interview?” Lance teased.

"Are you kidding?" The Champion almost purred.

The reincarnated Prince laughed. “Playing favorites, I see.”

"I'm so sorry." Red whispered. "But I'm so glad you're here..."

“Shh. It matters not anymore. The past is past.”

"R-Really?" She gazed at him hopefully.

Lance nodded.

She tipped her head up as he kissed her. Arousal welled up inside as she gasped. She had been trying to catch up on her paperwork. Being Champion and President – Goodman had been dead after all, and apparently she was next in line for succession, why wasn’t there a Vice-President – was very hard. She desperately needed a break...

Lance gently broke the kiss, leaning her back against her desk. He undid the button on her jeans.

"It's been a hard six months without you." She told him.

"Ahhh..." Lance leaned forwards and licked her lips. "I'd better... make it up to you, my Princess."

Red giggled.

Lance began fondling her nether lips through her panties.

She moaned.

He worked his fingers in deeper. "How wet you are..."

"Oh..." Red relaxed. She began to mew softly as Lance continued to pleasure her.

There was a knock at the open door.

Red blushed. "I'm busy right now!" She called.

"Ahem..." It was Misty.

The Champion scowled. Lance glared at Misty. She was holding something.

"Misty, now is not a good time." Red glared at the Togepi in her arms.

Ignoring Red’s warning, Misty walked into the room. She suddenly blushed when she saw Lance.

“What are you doing here, Misty?” Red asked.

Misty didn't answer. She was still staring at Lance.

The Dragon Master bared his fangs. Red placed her hand on his chest.

"He's so hot..."

Misty shook herself several times. "Sorry." She handed Red a report. But she kept gazing at Lance.

Red remembered finding her wedding ring not long ago. Maybe she should make it clear Lance was hers. Stupid Misty!

Red smirked. "He's mine, Misty..." She let the other girl see her ring.

Misty goggled.

Lance pulled Red onto his lap.

At this, the slutty Waterflower scowled and left the room.

The Champion giggled.

Lance pulled her panties down. "Mine..."

"And I shall never stray from your side..."

Lance slipped a finger inside of her. “I love you, my Princess. No matter what I do, I just can't stop loving you...”

"And I you..."

Misty went looking through marriage documents, trying to find one with Red's name on it. There weren't any....

“Wait... that means that guy could be mine!”

She grinned.

Red moaned when she felt the head of Lance’s cock replace his fingers.

"Ready, pet?"

"Oh yes..."

Red thrust her breasts out as he slid into her, moving against him. "Ohhhh..."

"Love you..."

Lance began to move faster and harder. Red's eyes widened, as she realized that she was practically creaming herself with every movement. She had missed this!

She really had! Grinning, she pulled him into a kiss.

Lance slid her tongue into her mouth, dominating her as he continued to pump.

She giggled. < Yes... make me yours... >

< So you want to be mine, do you? >

< Yes! > Red licked her lips. Why had she ever wanted anyone else? If only she hadn't been so stupid! Lance was the only man for her! Well, he was a dragon, but still.

Her lover made an odd purring noise as he relaxed against her, flooding her with hot seed.

"Mrrow..." She watched as he pulled out of her, whining in disappointment. "More..."

"Oh you want more, do you?"

Red flushed, nodding.

"Ah, my Princess..." Lance took a vial out of his cloak, coated himself well with something that smelled faintly of peppermint. "I have five hundred year's of loneliness to work through. I’m not quite finished yet."

Claret eyes sparkled as he walked back. She couldn't wait!

"Your cute little ass is mine." He crooned. He ran oiled fingers into her crease for a second, before pushing in. She moaned in delight.

Lance slid his hands up to cup her mounds, as he thrust inside her. “You're so tight, love...”

“I know. I wanted to be, for you. I love you, My Prince...”

"Love you too, sweetheart..."

For many hours, they simply explored each other's bodies, in all ways. At last they stopped. Red still had work to do, after all.

Lance went to fill in his forms for the Elite Four position.

Three days later, Misty came to call again.

Red felt rather disgusted. What did the bitch want now? She Lance had been enjoying a lunch meeting.

“I couldn't find any marriage records about you.” Misty had a smug, self-satisfied smile. “So that means he's free.”

"I beg to differ!" Red told her. "I have him wrapped around my little finger."

"Besides,” Lance smirked. "I don't want you."

"Huh?"

"I don't want you." He repeated, as though Misty were a particularly dull child. "I love Red." Plus, he had no desire to catch any venereal diseases.

Red giggled,

Misty put her hands on her hips. “Maybe you just need a real woman to set you straight!”

The Champion tried hard not to laugh.

Lance hissed. "Shut. Up. You know nothing about us!"

Red sneered. “You are insulting a Prince. The Prince of Dragons…”

While she was speaking, he transformed into dragon form, his clothing shredding as he did so.

Misty backed up a step.

Mmm… May I kill her, Mate?

"If you wish to you may..."

The carrot-top had no time to react before Lance lunged. He tore out her throat and than sat back down, purring.

Maybe we should have another wedding, just to prove that you’re still mine.

Red nodded. "Oh Lance, I'm just..." She blushed. "I'm so happy it's scary."

Lance changed back into human form and hugged her. “Shh, Red. It’s all right. I’m scared too.”

“You’ll always be here for me?”

“Always.” He reassured. “Always and forever.”

She leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes. “Yes.”

End Chapter/End Fic

Completed 11/1/07

Started 10/30/07

Well, at least they had a happy ending, ne? ^^

Lance: *Nods*

Red: Why am I such a slut? *Wail*

Phantomness: Yes, it seems that once a girl loses her virginity, she goes from virgin to whore. Those are the only female archetypes that seem to show up in literature, after all. While a man can sleep with four or five women and no one will care. Damned double standard… but I’m not sure how to write someone in between those extremes well…

… I’m actually exploring this concept in Comparative Literature class now. Amazing!