OTP~! Championshipping!

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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Chapter 2

Giovanni was of course sympathetic, and took Red home for two weeks so she could recuperate before the League season. A week later, she appeared to make the Champion's speech. Red ignored all the fanboys shouting marriage proposals. Idiots. She already had a partner. Besides, her father had arranged it with Lance's family years ago.

Unfortunately, she did have to walk through that mass of fans to get to her proper place next to him.

Lance pulled her into a hug and then kissed her, making his intentions very clear.

Red forced herself to pull away. "Soon, Partner... Soon..."

"I know."

The Kanto Champion cleared her throat, feeling slightly irritated. "Lance and I are engaged.”

All her fanboys began making plans to get rid of Lance, while all her fangirls gushed at how cute they were. Though they were disappointed she didn't swing that way.

Lance smirked. He knew exactly which ways Red swung...

President Goodman was angry. He had wanted to marry Red!

Red intertwined her fingers with his, beaming. They waited for a few minutes while all the journalists snapped pictures, and then Red released Espeon and they teleported to her room.

"Soon the takeover will begin, Partner..." Red smirked up at Lance.

"Yes." Lance unashamedly began to grope her breasts.

Red giggled. "Then we won't have to hide..."

Lance did not give a verbal reply, as he lifted her shirt off.

Red lifted her arms.

Lance grinned as her bra vanished. “'Illusion?"

"I was taught by the best..." Her panties were gone too.

Lance slipped a finger into her drooling slit. "Impatient little minx."

"Maybe..."

He licked the finger clean of her juices. "Seems like you're continuously in heat for me..."

"Am I?" Red giggled ... And then there was a knock at the door.

Lance scowled as Red hastily pulled her shirt back on, smoothing down her skirt. He opened the door.

It was Goodman.

"Yes, Mr. President?"

"I need to talk to the Champion privately..."

"All right," Lance left the room. * Damn it… *

Goodman turned to Red. "Red..."

"What is it?”

"Marry me!" He said. "Together, we can rule Kanto!"

Red had to stop herself from twitching. “What makes you think I want to marry you? You're like twenty years older than me!”

Goodman frowned. “It would be an excellent political match.”

"Plus you're a tiny old man..." She muttered.

The President scowled. "So what has Lance got that I haven't?"

Red giggled. “For one thing, a good-sized cock... and My Father went to great lengths to match me with a perfect Partner. So quit deluding yourself. I’m not interested in you. Nor will I stand behind your insane plans silently.”

Goodman lunged at Red, only to stop short. She had released her Beedrill and its stinger was pointing directly at his throat.

"Leave me alone before I report you for sexual harassment, old man." With that Red walked back into her room.

He had to drink several brandies that night to calm down. Why was the girl so fixated on Lance anyway?

Certainly, he was an Elite Trainer. Even so, Goodman was sure that he had more political clout.

He was also much wealthier.

Goodman poured himself another drink. Perhaps younger men had more energy, but he highly doubted he would lose in the sexual arena.

If only Red would give him a chance.

Well, if she wouldn’t, he’d just take one…

Red and Lance were busy fine-tuning the takeover. It would be so simple. All the gym leaders on their side had been given instructions. They were loyal to Red and her Father, after all.

Each city with a Team Rocket-aligned Gym Leader would be locked down.

The plan was foolproof. After all, most trainers were weak. Therefore, attacks from within worked wonderfully.

As it was, the League was much too diffuse, and with simultaneous attacks, the Officer Jennies would have no time to respond.

That left the Elite Four. Red did not expect much trouble on that front. They were all loyal to Lance, with the exception of Bruno.

It would be simple to arrange a training accident to get him out of the way.

Agatha and Lorelei were every bit as cruel and calculating as their Leader.

Team Rocket’s new world would treat the Pokemon much better. They would remove all those weak, pathetic, and abusive trainers and start over with a clean slate.

“This will work wonderfully…”

“Yes.” Lance agreed, wrapping his arms around Red’s waist. She giggled.

“Not right now, love…”

“Why not?” Lance moved up to cup a breast, stroking his fingertips over her areole. Red whimpered.

Lance slid his other hand down between her legs. “We did get interrupted earlier.”

The Champion colored, but could say nothing to that.

Their paperwork was quickly forgotten.

End Chapter

Completed 10/18/07

I hate President Goodman. He’s the most perverted, disgusting old man ever… and yeah, he was probably created as an OC to bash *laughs*

No prizes for guessing his real identity! *Shifty eyes*

Red: *Cough*

Pika-chan: *Eating strawberry marshmallows*