I wonder if I can lure…
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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Chapter 8
Lance woke up to find Red still asleep. Carefully, she eased herself out of bed, showered, put on a clean kimono, and went downstairs to make dinner.
Since she couldn’t wear her sleek bodysuits anymore, she wore elegant kimono and cheongsam instead. She was pretty sure Red appreciated the view, and a thought struck her.
She finished fixing breakfast, and went upstairs to change. After a few minutes of consideration, she slid on the elegant black and gold kimono that had nearly given Red a heart attack last time.
It was time to play her cards.
Red woke up to find Lance leaning over her with a steaming tray. She had a strange sense of déjà vu, but ignored it.
“Lance?”
“Do you need breakfast in bed?”
“I don’t need it, but I certainly won’t object.” Red yawned and then padded to the bathroom. Lance noticed with amusement that Red was still too muddled to comment on her state of dress.
So much the better…
Red came back out, feeling a lot better, and sat back down in bed, grinning and Lance handed her a tray loaded with all her favorite foods. She could use a little pampering after the incident, and she didn’t mind at all…
Although as Lance bent over, Red colored.
Surely Lance wasn’t really…
No. She was thinking too much, wasn’t she?
She had just finished breakfast when a loud knock came at the door. Sighing, she watched as Lance went downstairs to answer it. She quickly bandaged herself with the ease of long practice, slipping her shirt back on as she threw on jeans and her normal attire of t-shirt, hat, and jacket.
Oak was waiting with a somber expression.
“Nani? What happened?”
“Todd was found dead in his prison cell last night…” Oak sighed. “I figured I had better tell you of the news before the media starts picketing outside your house.”
Red paled. “He…”
“It wasn’t your fault, Red. It turns out that his cellmate smothered him with a pillow.”
“…Oh.” While she was a bit saddened that Todd was dead – she hadn’t meant to kill him after all! – Nonetheless, it was not on her hands.
“In any case, Red… well… I don’t know how to say this but… the media seems to have taken an interest in you, and…”
“Are they demanding my resignation?”
“Not exactly…”
“He tried to rape me! It was self defense!”
“I’m not blaming you, Red!”
“Then why are you here…”
“I am warning you…” Oak coughed into his hand. “It may be good of you to retire from the private eye for a while.”
“Professor, what do you think I have been doing these past few months?”
“This must be difficult, but it has to be done.”
“Fine.” Red growled. “Thank you for delivering the message, Professor. I’ll just go on a long trip or something…”
“I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
“Pfft. Could be worse I guess…”
How much worse she did not say.
After Oak had gone, Red brushed her hands off on her jeans, trying to keep her flaring temper in check.
Lance came out with tea.
Red studied one of the porcelain cups, before she viciously hurled it across the room. She followed up by throwing everything within reach at the far wall, snarling in frustration.
It wasn’t bloody fair!
“Red…”
“I’m so angry!” Red yelled. “I know I’m not supposed to be, but-!”
“And why aren’t you supposed to be angry?”
“Well, he didn’t succeed, did he?”
“But you know what he intended.”
“Exactly! Now why doesn’t the rest of the freaking world get it?”
Lance shrugged.
Red paced around for a few more minutes, as Lance got out a dustpan and broom to clean up the worst of the shattered pottery. Red frowned as she watched Lance move around, trying not to stare.
A strange feeling began to creep up into the chest. She watched as Lance swept up the last of the pieces and dumped them quietly, not saying a word.
Lance was so… plaint.
Lance hid a smirk. “Did that help?”
Red shivered. Although Lance wasn’t saying anything different from normal, there was… something… a feeling she could not describe, and before she knew what was happening, her body had moved on it’s own.
Lance cushioned their fall rather well, wincing slightly as Red mashed their lips together. She didn’t mind kissing, but Red was inexperienced.
Well, she’d learn.
Red’s breath caught, as Lance kissed her back. It was only then that her mind started to tick again, and she realized that she had Lance pinned on the ground and was straddling her hips.
Lance looked up at Red through lowered lids, resisting the urge to purr. “Red?”
Red groaned. Lance’s voice was doing unspeakable things to her hormones! It wasn’t fair!
But she had no desire to fight this.
“… So.” She finally said, as they stopped kissing, flushed. “You like me too?”
“Silly Champion. I’m in love with you.”
“I kind of guessed that.” Red colored. “I…I think I love you too…. And I don’t care what everyone else thinks.”
“Everyone else thinks you’re a boy and I’m your girlfriend.” Lance asserted.
“I don’t care. I love you because you’re you! I don’t care about Cerise. That’s all in the past. And I don’t care if you hate Pika, or if you…”
“Yes, and I don’t care that you’re a girl either, or that you foiled my plans at Cerise, and I don’t hold Pika’s actions against you.”
“Really?”
“Really really.”
“Kiss me again?”
“All right.”
End Chapter/End Fic
Completed 7/14/06
I did try to stick to your prompt, Darkest, but you may have to squint to find it. Anyways, happy, happy birthday!
Lance: *hugs Red*
Red: *Blush*