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Title: Cranky
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #19, Cranky

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: Shonen-ai, fluff

 

            “Good morning!” Red chirped, bounding into the room and yanking the dark curtains aside.

            “Why are you so cheerful?” Lance asked, trying to ignore the sunshine now searing his eyeballs. He dearly wanted to stick his head back under the covers, and wake up perhaps in a few more hours, with a cup of hot, steaming spiced wine and some crisp honey pastries. Maybe he could have figs and dates on the side too…

            “It’s the first day of spring!”

            “And why is that a good thing?” Lance said dryly, even as Red squirmed into bed with him.

            “Ohh, you’re so nice and warm…” Red grinned. “But really, Lance! I thought you’d be more cheerful! We can quit doing paperwork and start battling trainers instead!”

            “One of those things is about as appealing as the other. At least paperwork doesn’t try to attack you and proclaim undying love.”

            “You seem a bit… stressed.” Red suggested, as he began to run his hands down Lance’s chest. “Perhaps I can help cheer you up so you aren’t so cranky?”

            “You are certainly welcome to try.”

            “Great! But first, breakfast!”

            The door creaked open again and as Lance peeked his head out, he saw Red’s Espeon and Umbreon peek in, carrying trays on their heads, followed by a Pidgeot with a basket of fruit, and Ursaring hefting a barrel that looked to be full of apple cider.

            “All right.” Lance conceded. “Perhaps this is going to be a good morning after all.”

            “Let’s start with breakfast in bed,” Red suggested with a wink, and Lance chuckled.

            “Why not. Let’s.”

            His crankiness was already evaporating away. Having Red around was doing wonders for his life.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/24/06

I get cranky when hours pass and my pokemon pick up nothing