Title: Cold
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #16, Cold
Rating: PG
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, Shonen-ai, fluff

 

            Red sneezed.

            Lance glanced over at him, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a smile as he took in his friend’s bundled state. Red was warmly clad in two jackets, a down parka, and had three different multicolored scarves (probably hand-knitted by his many fangirls) wound about his face, as well as a cap with earflaps pulled over his eyes. Lance could barely make out his profile; much less his features save for a few odd tufts of spiky black hair that stuck out every which way.

            “Are you really that cold, Red?”

            “I can’t believe you’re walking around in a nothing but a skintight bodysuit and a cape! It’s snowing, for the love of Lugia!”

            “They’re warm.” Lance shrugged.

            Red rolled his eyes.

            “If it bothers you that much, I’ll put a jacket on.”

            “You’re unbelievable.” Red sighed.

            “I thought that was one of those things you liked about me.” Lance purred.

            Red flushed, before he shook his head and packed his mittened hands together for a few minutes. “You’re it.” He said, and that was the only warning Lance got before a snowball impacted upon his shoulder.

            Lance brushed himself off casually, before he smirked. “I believe that was a challenge.” He grinned and reached down to scoop up his own handful of snow. They spent the rest of the afternoon happily pelting each other, and returned to their rooms absolutely soaked.

            After stripping off their wet clothing, they soaked in the hot tub, sipping mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

            “Don’t you love winter?” Red beamed.

            “When I’m with you, yes.” Lance kissed him on the cheek, and Red smiled.

            Outside, the snow continued to fall in gentle flakes of white fluff.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/24/06

Fluffiness! After all that angsty incest, I decided it was time for fluff!

Pika-chan: Oh sure, put the poor fluff muse to work

Phantomness: ^_~